All Chapters of Falling For The Bad Boy Captain: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LEAHAsher pushed his half eaten plastic tray away, leaning his shoulder back against the rough bark of the fallen log we were sitting on. He tilted his head down toward me, his dark eyes softening completely as he spoke quietly. "I really didn't enjoy the meal, to be completely honest with you. But because you were sitting right in front of me, it was totally okay."A breathless chuckle escaped my lips, and I quickly shook my head, hiding my flushed face behind the palm of my hand.Asher reached out, his thumb lightly brushing against the fabric of my jacket sleeve. "What are you doing tonight?"I shifted on the log, pulling my knees in a little closer against the rising chill of the forest breeze. "There's really nothing much to do out here in the woods."Asher leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a persuasive whisper that made my pulse hitch in my chest. "Come sneak out with me tonight, Leah. We can head to the far end of the woods, far away from the main campsite."I hesitate

ABBYI stood completely motionless in the pitch-black near the far side of the main campsite, my dark jacket blending seamlessly into the towering pine trees. My eyes remained glued to the two figures slipping quietly past the safety lights—Leah and Asher. They were walking side by side, their bodies dangerously close as they navigated the path leading straight into the deep, unlit treeline of the woods.I narrowed my eyes, waiting a few agonizing seconds until they were further ahead before I stepped out from the darkness to follow them.I kept a slow, careful distance behind their moving silhouettes, my designer boots stepping over the damp earth, fallen pine needles, and rotting leaves as silently as possible. Every time a branch rustled overhead in the cool night wind, my chest constricted, but I didn't slow down. I ducked under low hanging pine boughs, using the thick trunks of the forest to shield myself whenever either of them slowed their pace.They kept walking until the fain

ASHER"Leah, come on, you can't be paying attention to all this," I said, my voice barely heard as I finally found a way to sneak into her bedroom, shutting the door silently behind me.She was sitting on her mattress, her hands clasped tightly in her lap and her shoulders hunched inward as if trying to shrink away from the world.She looked up at me, her dark eyes filled with a unsaid things, filled with worries. "What are we going to do about this situation, Asher? Everyone knows now. Literally everyone."I took three long strides across the carpeted floor, stopping right in front of her. I reached down, resting my hands firmly on her shoulders to calm her. "I'll find a way to put an end to this. Trust me."Leah let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head as she looked away from me. "Even if you do, people already know we live together under the same roof. The damage is done.""People know we live in the same house," I agreed, my tone sharp, "but they don't know we're step-siblings."L

ASHERSmack!The sudden, brutal force of the slap struck my cheekbone, throwing my head violently to the side. The sting radiated across my face in a blinding wave of heat. "You've embarrassed me!" my father screamed, his face flushed red with pure uncontrolled fury. He stepped directly into my personal space, towering over me as his breath blew hot against my skin. "You've disappointed me!"Before I could even adjust my jaw, his large hand surged forward, grabbing a wad of my shirt in a tight fist and yanking me forward until our eyes were inches apart. "Why does my own son have to lose to a common boy on the rink?"I swallowed down the copper taste in my mouth, forcing myself to hold his wild glare. "He isn't a common boy. And besides, mistakes like this happen sometimes, Father. You can't expect me to be winning every single game.""Your duty is to be winning every single game!" he roared back, his hand shaking with tension as he shoved me backward, releasing my clothes. He began

ASHERThud. Thud. Thud.I slammed my bare knuckles straight into the big leather punching bag, throwing the full weight of my body behind every single strike. I punched hard—really hard—feeling the thick leather give under my force until the skin across my knuckles split open, bruising and bleeding against the surface.“I’m glad your dream came through and you qualified for the tournament.”Leah’s words were still lingering on my mind, echoing over and over in the quiet gym like an endless loop. Every soft syllable felt like a sharp blade twisting deep in my chest. I didn't know what to trust anymore. I couldn't tell what was real and what was a lie. So I just kept punching, driving my raw, bloodied fists into the bag as fast and hard as my arms could move."Relieving pressure, it seems," a familiar voice called out over the noisy thuds.I stopped mid-swing, the bag swaying back and forth in front of me as I turned around, wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my forearm.