All Chapters of Getting Tangled With The Bad Boy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nora’s POVHis heavy motorcycle finally came to a halt outside the dorms, and I scrambled off immediately, abandoning him without a single word.I don’t want to spend another second in the orbit of that walking nightmare. I could feel his heavy, piercing gaze burning into my back as I stalked away, but I refused to look back.I reached our dorm door, yanked it open with my key, and stepped inside, only to be violently ambushed.“Now, in one sentence tell me where that godforsaken bastard took you?!”A fluffy pillow came flying straight at my face. Reflexes kicking in, I snatched the cushion out of thin air, clutching it to my chest as I glared across our cramped room.Matilda was standing right beside our shared bunk beds, her arms crossed tightly over her oversized fleece bathrobe, her eyes practically breathing fire.“I don’t know where he took me, but—” I cut myself off abruptly, remembering his chilling warning and the threat he’d made against Mally. “I’m fine,”I dropped the pill

Nora’s POVA month. One long, infuriatingly predictable month. Wherever I went, he was there. Taunting me. Annoying me.It should have felt like stalking, I should have been terrified. Wrong. I felt the exact opposite. He made me feel seen in a way I can’t even describe.His eyes were only on me, no matter where we were. I had always thought I was invisible, just a passing ghost people forgot the second I walked out of a room. But him?Just forget it. I must sound like a total psycho. The point was, he was stalking me, I knew he was, and instead of being tense, I was completely relaxed. I should have been panicked that a killer was keeping tabs on me, but my stupid brain somehow liked it.It was impossible to explain to anyone, which just made the whole situation frustrating. I would have told Matilda, but she practically combusted whenever she heard his name, throwing daggers with her eyes whenever she caught sight of him.I tried asking what history they had between them, but she ju

Nora’s POVHe offered a casual shrug, dropping onto the sofa with a laptop already resting in his legs.As tempting as a roof over my head sounded, absolutely not. Not with whatever complicated mess was brewing between us. He patted the cushion beside him, signaling for me to come over.I hesitated before walking over and sitting down at a safe distance. Without a word, he reached out, grabbed my wrist, pulled me right against his side, and dropped the open laptop onto my lap.My breath hitched. Playing on the screen was a security camera feed. It showed Matilda, sneaking through the side of the house, trying to break in.My eyes darted up to the far corner of the living room, spotting the tinted glass door that led out to some secluded path I hadn't noticed before. Knox took a slow sip of his coffee, his eyes fixed on the screen, cold and entirely deadpan."The next fucking time she breaks in here," he murmured, his voice chillingly calm, "I’m gonna be crushing her."My pulse hammere

Nora’s POVSettling into a pair of long, baggy denim trousers and a small top that reached just below my chest, I applied a lip tint, picked up my bag, and checked my phone.“Get your ass out.” Sighing, I finished the look with white sneakers. Staring at my reflection, I smoothed down my hair and walked out, locking the door behind me. I really shouldn’t have dressed this much just to meet him, but I wanted to. It wasn’t even a date, he could easily be planning to take me to the middle of nowhere and finish me off. I just wanted to look different, just in case, didn't want to hide in oversized clothes that did nothing for me. Well, the trousers were oversized, but they still fit perfectly. From a distance, I could see him resting against the wall, a cigarette burning slowly in his hand. The pole lights hit his face, making the piercing in his lip catch the light. He was wearing a black top and blue denim jeans. I guess we matched a little.His top was short enough to show off his ar

Nora’s POVI swallowed, the breath hitching in my throat as I stared at the canvas propped against the studio wall. It wasn’t just a painting; it was an apparition.Just how many things could this man do? The image looked like a high-resolution photograph, not a drawing, though the tell-tale, jagged texture of oil paint proved it was created by human hands. He’d captured the way the light hit my face, the specific, vulnerable arc of my brow, and the way I held my hands when I thought no one was watching. He’d completely nailed it. I bit my lip, eyes locked on the image, feeling a strange, hollow ache in my chest. How do I ask if I can take this with me? Would he even agree, or is this too much of a piece of his soul to part with?"Stop it," he growled. The sound vibrated through the small room, low and raspy.I jumped, my gaze snapping up to meet his. He was standing near the door, his posture rigid, his eyes burning into me with an intensity that made the air feel thin."Stop what?