Alexa and the Badboy
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Alexa. Queen bee. Popular. And above all, secretly mischievous. Devon. Silent rebel. Bike guy. Bad boy When these two cross paths, will sparks ignite, or will thunders roar? When Alexa pranks her boyfriend as revenge for forgetting their date night, everything seems to be fun, except that she pink spray painted the wrong bike. Turns out, it's the school's new student. A handsome devil too, that's seriously pissed with her. When their game of who intimidates who turns into more, Alexa isn't sure if she can trust him with her heart.
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The Proposal CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Alexa “He wants us to meet and talk.” “He does? Then what are you fucking doing here still face timing me, bitch. Go and see him.” Stacey yelled through her excitement. “Go? I don’t even know what’s he’s going to say?” “Go and find out then. You are acting like a really dumb person.” Stacey laughed. I just rolled my eyes at her. “Fine. Fine. I’m going. What do I wear though? Do I look okay?” I asked, gesturing to my denim black shorts and red tank top and fuzzy slippers. “You look cute, but change into something comfortable, something that won’t make it seem like you are being too forward. Like you didn’t put too much thought into it?” “Like jeans and a tank?” “Exactly. Gosh, you sound like you’ve never done this before. Relax, babe. Don’t think much into it.” Stacey advised. “Ok. I’ve got to get ready. Tell you all about it later.” I promised. “Bye. See you soon.” I said, then hang up. Looks I was going to meet Devon. The air was cool and
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A change of heart? CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Devon’s Pov I couldn’t stop thinking about the way her lips felt on mine. So soft, pink and luscious. Up until today, I had never thought of Alexa that way, probably because she was already taken. Plus, only recently, our relationship had grown to somewhat friendly, something like an unspoken truce. We had been enemies from the start, since the time we had laid eyes on each other. But these insane thoughts hadn’t stopped plaguing my mind all afternoon. Sitting up from the sofa I was lying in, I let out a groan of frustration. Harry, who was sipping his coffee from a large white mug that read “Caffeine Addict” turned an inquisitive eye on me. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Deciding that confiding in him would probably turn out helpful, I explained. “I got kissed this afternoon.” Harry arched a brow. “I don’t see how that’s a problem or a bad thing.” “Well, it’s just that…I don’t think this girl is into me that way.” “Do you like h
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My New Boo?CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEAlexaA Few Weeks Later“Home Sweet Home.”I stretched my arms wide, taking in a deep breath of fresh sea-salt air at the beach. God, I had missed this place. Having been gone all summer, I hadn’t realized how much I would actually miss my home town. Cyprus was a great place to spend time with my parents, but as the saying went, “East or West, Home is the best.”“The sand feels so great between my toes.” I sighed, squishing my toes in the sand granules, feeling them as they flowed through the spaces in my toes. The beach had always been my go to place when I wanted to celebrate something, or when I was always happy.Deciding it was time for a swim, I decided to hit the waves. I swam for hours, and when I started to feel a little sore and pale, I left the ocean, walking to my spot under an umbrella where I managed to leave my beach towel, sunscreen and my beach bag. Laying out my towel, I lay on it, body laid out as I sun-bathed. After what felt like hou
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The morning afterCHAPTER TWENTYAlexaA light ray of sunlight fell across my face, its warmth tingling on my skin. Taking in a deep breath, and then breathing out a second later, I blinked my eyes opened.I was greeted with the sight of white walls with a cool grey authentic, instead of the bright and definitely feminine colors of my room. Realizing I wasn’t in my room, I sat up, and instantly, I regretted it. My vision blurred, the earth tilting on its axis. Out of nowhere, my head started pounding. It felt like my skull was being used as a local blacksmith’s stone. “Fuck.” I groaned out.There was a soft but firm knock on my door, and then it was creaking open. Devon’s face peeked in, and then he was muttering a soft “Hey.”“May I come in?” he asked. “Sure.” I replied. “Fuck this headache.” I groaned out, squinting my eyes in pain as the thumping in my skull became more insistent. “Do you’ve anything for this?”“I figured you would feel this way this morning, and so I brought you
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Frenemy to the Rescue Devon’s Pov CHAPTER NINETEEN It was 3 o’clock in the morning by the time I arrived at the club. Sending a nod of acknowledgement to Mike, my brother’s best bodyguard and head of security, I was granted access, avoiding the long line of people that were still waiting to get in. I saw a few of the people send glares and jealous glances my way, but I paid no attention to them. I made it inside, and immediately, I was assaulted by the sound of loud music, sweat and laughter. I made my way to the bar, grinning as I found my favorite bartender, Gordon working the tables. “Boy, aren’t I glad it’s you I found working this place tonight.” “I am the best. Ain’t I?” Gordon returned as we made our signature handshake. “Don’t get over yourself.” I returned, smirking at him as I took a seat on one of the barstools. I grabbed my phone from my jacket, wanting to text Harry to let him know that I was here, but as if summoned, he turned up at the counter all by himself. I
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Disastrous summer balls and club nights- pt.2CHAPTER EIGHTEENAlexaIt was one thing to tell yourself the truth, but it was entirely a whole other thing to believe it. I once heard a quote that said, ‘there are five stages of grief; denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance’. At this point, I had no idea what I was feeling.I swayed gently to the music in the club, a plastic cup of beer in hand. Perhaps I was already half drunk, but I didn’t care. I wanted to forget the hurt and pain that still coursed through my blood stream. The club smelled of sweat and alcohol, bodies pressing together as we all wiggled our bodies to the rhythm of the music.As soon as I had left the summer ball, I had sent a message to Stacey, telling her I had left and she needn’t worry. Encouraging her to have fun with her date, I switched off my phone, effectively shutting out and blocking anything that would disturb my peace.I had gone home, changed out of ‘the’ dress and then got myself into a s
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Disastrous summer balls and club nights- pt.1CHAPTER SEVENTEENAlexaThis Year’s summer ball sucked. For very many reasons.I had a very horrible dress. I had bought it last minute, no care, feeling or thought put into it. I had only bought the dress because Stacey had thought it looked good on me. Personally, I didn’t care about it. Besides, I couldn’t bring myself to wear that beautiful lush dark red velvet dress that was now tucked away in my closet. I had meant to wear it for that bastard, but oh well, he had to go and ruin it.Whoever had decided to decorate this year’s summer ball theme surely lacked a lot of skill. Everything was cheap ass basic, like every material from the balloons to the fucking disco lights was bought from Shein. We could have used some standard please.Third and WORST OF ALL, I was practically third wheeling. THIRDWHEELING. Never in my life did I think myself to do such a thing, but here I was, practically letting my friend drag me along with her and her
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StaceyCHAPTER SIXTEENAlexaI was currently slouched in my favorite loveseat, half-heartedly doing my homework. Mom had only left an hour ago, after receiving a zillion calls from dad, demanding her presence at work.My pen making contact with paper was the only sound that filled the room. Doing homework was the only thing that was keeping me from my self-destructing thoughts. I had a pile of it, and the distraction it offered was welcome. For the first time (or the second time, is it?), I was grateful that Devon had dropped my homework for me. However, I didn’t want to owe so much to him. First, him taking the blame for our suspension (It was his fault) and then bringing my homework home? Plus how did he get his hands on it? We were both suspended, and knowing Devon, he had no close friends yet.The sound of my doorbell ringing tagged me out of my thoughts. With a sigh, I rose from the loveseat, wondering who it could be. Perhaps it was the mailman, but then we had a mailbox, and
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