All Chapters of Falling For The Bad Boy Captain: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LEAH"What business of yours is it whom I come to school with?" I roared at Noah, the volume of my voice cutting through the courtyard.Noah stepped closer, his face twisting into a mask of pure disbelief as he gestured wildly toward the driveway. "Of all people, Leah? You came with Asher? What are you trying to do here? Make me jealous?"Look at this idiot.I looked directly at him, the absurdity of his accusation bubbling up in my chest. I threw my head back, roaring with laughter. I straightened up, my eyes narrowing into slits. "I wish I had the energy, Noah, but I do not even have the time to make you jealous." I took a step back, my posture rigid. "Stay away from me.""I still want you back," he said, his voice dropping into a desperate cadence as he reached out a hand toward me."What, like I am a tool?" I shouted right back at him, the heat flaring in my cheeks. "A tool that can just be taken back whenever you feel like it?" I shook my head, my jaw tight. "I do not want you, a

LEAHI had not expected Asher to blunt things out in anger to his dad like that. Standing motionless in the corner, I could only watch as the raw rage spilled out of him. Clearly, he had been carrying a deep wound and some sort of burden inside him for a very long time.I had begged my mom before coming up here, pleading with her that I did not want to look after this cracked head Asher. But she had insisted firmly, telling me it was the only way I could get to know my new stepbrother. Ugh, if only she knew. If only she had any idea that I knew this boy a long time ago."I am counting on you, Leah," Mr. Romano said, breaking the silence as he turned his gaze toward me.I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a small, polite nod."You cannot be fucking serious, Father," Asher said, letting out an incredulous scoff from the bed."Stop cussing and shut your mouth.” Mr. Romano warned, his tone dropping low.Asher was not even a bit affected, leaning his head back against the headboar

ASHERThe moment Leah’s footsteps faded down the hallway and the door clicked shut behind her, the regret hit me like a blow to the sternum.My throat burned, every pulse of blood in my head screaming at me to open my mouth, to yell her name, to drag her right back into this room. My hand twitched against the duvet, itching to pull her close again. But my jaw locked tight. I could not let myself look weak—not to her, not after everything that had just spilled out of my mouth.A knock sounded at the door a while later, breaking the silence. The cook walked in carrying a silver tray."Sir, here is your dinner," she said softly, keeping her eyes respectfully lowered."Place it on the table," I replied, my voice raspy and flat.She set the tray down on the desk near the window, offered a brief nod, and left the room, closing the door behind her.Before I could even think about touching the food, my phone buzzed violently against the nightstand, the screen lighting up with Caleb’s caller I

LEAHA knock on the wooden paneling made me freeze, my brush halting mid stroke in my hair.I set the hairbrush down on the vanity table and walked over to the door, pulling it open. Asher was standing right outside, his large frame filling the threshold. He had both hands shoved deep into his front pockets, his posture rigid, his dark eyes sweeping over me with an unreadable intensity."Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and a little husky in the quiet morning air. What happened yesterday flash through my mind and I flushed crimson. "I am ready," I replied. I turned back for a split second, dropping my comb onto the dresser, then stepped past him into the hallway to follow him outside.When we stepped through the front entrance and onto the driveway, Asher’s friend was already waiting. He was leaning casually against the side of a massive Rolls-Royce Cullinan, the dark paint gleaming under the morning sun.What the hell were they up to? Why the big car?As we approached, his fr

LEAH"Oh—uh, um... my name is Leah," I stammered out, forcing the words past the thick knot tightening in the back of my throat as I introduced myself to her.Abby reached out, her slim, manicured fingers wrapping around mine in a brief, bone chillingly cool handshake before she released her grip almost instantly."Apparently, rumors have it that you are Asher's girlfriend," she said, her voice dropping into a smooth, dripping cadence of polite distaste that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. She tilted her head, her eyes scanning my face as if dissecting a minor inconvenience. "Which really doesn't make any sense."I stood frozen right beside my open locker."I... I am not aware of any rumors," I said, my voice pitching up slightly as I scrambled to regain my footing under her oppressive stare. I forced my shoulders back, trying to project a confidence I did not feel. "Don't mind anything going on in this school. People just talk."Abby nodded very slowly, her g