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And a good boyfriend to Anna. "Daddy! I'm out of shampoo!" Casey yelled from the bathroom and I groaned as Anna chuckled beside me. "I'll get it for her" She said, pecking me in the lips. "Ok. Don't forget our date tonight" I reminded her and she giggled, standing from the bed and putting on one of my shirts and running out.. "You look sexy in my clothes!" I yelled after her. The End. This is the end of The Bad Boy Has A Daughter.

I couldn't fall for any of the milquetoast mamby-pamby saps in my circle; no, I had to go and give my heart to Leonidas. I had held onto my bad girl persona from my school days, unlike Dani, who was a born lady down to her little pink toes. Logan likes to tease sometimes and ask how comes he'd ended up with the tomboy, but deep down, I knew he needed someone like me to put up with his brand of crazy.

Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. OTHER WORKS: 1. THE BADBOY TRILOGY BOOK ONE: HOW TO DESTROY A BADBOY BOOK TWO: THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY BOOK THREE: A RHAPSODY FOR THE PLAYBOY 2. DANCING IN HIS STORM 3. THE WOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 1: THE WOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 2: THE UNWOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 3: UPCOMING

It's not like I don't want to go see her ,but she nags a lot and I would probably feel bored if both of them get engrossed in talking about grown up stuff and leave me with the kids. Aunt Naomi has two adorable boys, but they can be awful at times.I remember one time I went there with my mum and I just fell asleep for a second and I woke up to find gum in my hair. It was really a horrible experience that I don't want to talk about. After having breakfast, I went out to the living room to see my sister Vivian sitting down in the couch ,a midday snack in her hand watching cartoon,all she does all is watch cartoon all day and no one bugs her about it, I wanted to watch a movie but I dare not tr

I heard him slam his hand into the wall above the headboard to avoid having it from bang against the wall as he forcefully thrusted into me from behind. But after a few moments, we both realized the effort to stay quiet is useless. I was again repositioned by my man like a rag doll, lying on my back again with my legs thrown over Adrian's shoulders as he leaned down to kiss me again, pretty much making me fold in half as he pounded into me. My sweet Adrian wasn't not here anymore, there's only the possessive and hard bad boy left. I loved how he had two different sides. There was the cute Adrian, who made sweet slow love to me then cuddles me afterwards, and then there's the bad boy, who was

Roxy’s POV Rosie’s phone buzzed, biting into our conversation. She glanced down, face scrunching up like she just bit into a lemon. “What?” I asked, already sensing the drama. “Nothing,” she muttered, stuffing her phone in her pocket. “It’s just Tommy canceling on me again... off to suck face with Rad.” Yup. Tommy Island. AKA Bad Tommy. The new guy who turned into a school jock overnight and somehow ended up Rosie’s boyfriend. For now. Hopefully not forever. Honestly, the guy’s only real talent is hurting her.

“Who are you here with? And do they mind me stealing you away from them? Because I promise I can take them in a fight.” The short lived reverie I was in suddenly shutters. I pull out of the strange guy’s hold and fold my arms across my chest. “Kinda cocky, don’t you think?” I tell him surprising even myself by my confidence. He shrugs. “There’s a difference between cockiness and confidence. And to be quite frank? A girl like you seems worth fighting for.” I pause not knowing what to possibly say to a comment like that. A girl like me? I hardly even understand why Marshall likes me. Why would this hot stranger see me as anything interesting?

Something. But she was still here. Walking the same halls. Standing in the same room. Listening to the same accusations— That no one official ever actually said out loud. That didn’t make sense. --- The boy at the front faltered slightly. His eyes flicked toward Belle. Their gazes didn’t meet. She wasn’t looking at him. Wasn’t looking at anyone. Just— Standing. Existing. Like none of this could reach her. His jaw tightened. “…some people don’t deserve to walk around like nothing happened,” he muttered.

My flirting skills are subpar and I can only hope the consistent fluttering of my lashes while I look at him from underneath them, catches his attention enough for him to ask for my number later. Cassidy’s crash course on boys 101 taught me that boys like shy girls and I’m aiming for that look even when I am anything but that. I know I said no boys this summer but after last night with mum, I’m suddenly feeling a little rebellious. And what better way to rebel than with boys? Again, that’s another thing I pulled out of Cassidy’s lessons on boys which is ironic because we both have little to no experience in that department. At least, real life ones.

I stood there holding the blanket close to me. “Go!” he turns back screaming and I ran, well as much running as one can do. This is how I was stuck with the bad boy’s…..what? Drugs? Gun? No, this is how I ended up with the bad boy’s baby. I hold the little girl closer to me, shielding her from the cold weather. “Don’t worry Lucy, I’ll keep you safe,” I place a kiss on her forehead and she giggles. As if she understood, a bond is formed.