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The Bad Boy's Lottery NINETY SIX
NORAIf there was one word to define Jordan Hill, it’s persistence.He phoned me tirelessly and it was until a point he then stopped. I was relieved. Saddened at the same time. I pushed him away yet I long for him. He has been my ‘all’ and now that I lost him, I’m living in losses. I wanted to betray my words and pick up the phone. I wanted to run back to his arms and tell him I broke us in stupor.Additionally, with him, I can never be in my right mind. He prompts be uptight yet surge me into comfort at the same time. I wasn’t about to get over him. Not anytime soon, that too is certain. “When you’re done burning the kitchen, tell me so I can call the emergency units.” Liam grabbed his car keys off the counter. “If you want us intact, that is.”I nodded. “I will look into it.” I recoiled, getting back in my head.It was no surprise I still have my humor intact. I turned off the gas and wipe at my sweat with the sleeve of my shirt. I was going to try and get over Jordan without
The Bad Boy's Lottery NINETY SEVEN
NORA“Now, where to?” I opened the car’s door and made a slid into the passenger’s seat. “And just so you know, I am not here to make words with you.” “We shall see to that.” I wanted to so badly wipe at the smirk crafted on his face. I’m doing more an talking less, he’s not going to ruin my decision and have me get back together with him. I watched as he pressed down on the gas . He revved the car, and I hurriedly wore my seatbelt, knowing what was coming. The car shot forward, tires squealing as they gripped the pavement and in an instant, he gunned the car down the street. Where he had got the car from, I don’t know. It wasn’t that sparkling new, yet not an old one. Like I promised myself, I didn’t engage in any conversation with him even though he kept striking one, then finally gave up when he saw I wasn’t about to leave the ground I was maintaining. I looked through the window, anything to avoid eye contact. Just one look at him in the eye, would send me down on my knees f
The Bad Boy's Lottery NINETY EIGHT
NORAHe suddenly halted the car to a stop and I became confused. Until he lowered my seat and I found myself dropping my vanilla milkshake to the cup holder console and patting my thighs. Slightly. He took the unsaid invitation seriously, sliding his fingers between my legs, so close to that low point where I throbbed for him, and I sucked in a gasping breath. Those fingers… they never disappoint. It feels so good and— wild.I kept my eyes closed, excitement joining the pleasure coursing through my skin. I sank my teeth into my lower lip when his fingers teased the frayed hem of my denim shorts, and then I swear I felt his fingers barely brush against the front of my very plain panties. I was expecting more. I wanted it more intense but he suddenly snatched his hand away and regained his seat. I embarrassingly snapped my eyes open and straightened up my seat, blowing on to my sweaty clamped palms. He just teased me. He gave me a taste only to fire up the engine and continue the
The Bad Boy's Lottery NINETY NINE
NORALast night was awesome. If I am to tell the truth. He pleased me. I wished I never left only to bolt off and hightailed it out of his place the moment we finished.I am never throwing all caution in the air. After the night at his place yesterday, I almost regretted it yet desired a long lasting time on his bed.“You’re taking too long. Just put on a robe when you’re finished with your shower. You don’t want any dry patches on your skin. See, If you like, I can come into the bathroom when you’re ready and help you lotion your back.” Natalie suggested. I crinkled my nose. That’s the last thing I want. “Hell no.” “Come on.” She chastised. My laughter filled the room, a high-pitched sound that cracked up and straight from my throat like a boiling pot of water. I could barely contain her straightforwardness, and I dashed to the bathroom before Natalie could speak anymore or get into the bathroom with me. No way was I getting naked in front of her. I shut the bathroom door beh
The Bad Boy's Lottery HUNDRED
LUCANAnytime she’s not scrolling through endless pictures of Jordan, she’s either texting him. There was never a day that goes that I manage to earn her full attention. She’s either always distracted, or drooling over the same guy that can’t be hers.It hurts like crasy but I have been warned. This has some similarity with a plane. Before the pain crashes, warning signals are sent to the passengers before the plane comes tumbling down. It it the same thing with me, no difference. Cassidy informed me before we started dating that she doesn’t love me and she’s going to try, all the same reminding me she would forever have eyes on Jordan. Now should I be complaining? After been informed. I just wish she puts in some effort. I’m starting to feel like some shitty boyfriend. I saw the sign but still took the lane anyway. I thought she was going to work on this. On us. It’s been weeks, after all. Yet I see no changes nor upcoming ones. I never complain, I try to distract her but ne
The Bad Boy's Lottery HUNDRED AND ONE
JORDAN“You think I haven’t tried?” I sounded like a damn broken record. “She isn’t listening.” At this point, I’m lost. And I am not even trying to hide it. “Then you leave her the hell alone. I don’t even know where your head is at this days.” Nathan drawled, a hint of suspicion leaked into his voice. “We have an appointment with Meyer and you shouldn’t even think of slipping out.” I headed out of the living room and almost crashed into Rodney. “You’re messed up.” His eyes darted left and right my face.“Just shut the hell up, Rode.” My voice was flat. Cold.They are making it hard for me to hide my feelings. All sorts of my emotions, they wasn’t hard for them to read. I wasn’t aware of how much I had let my guard down with them. Probably because I am exhausted to the brim, heavy weighted emotions shouldered for me alone and helplessly, I let my shoulder sag. I let some of my hurt down. It was getting too gruesome to bear.“You’re pained Jordan. If you’re going to keep on sulk
The Bad Boy's Lottery HUNDRED AND TWO
JORDANI put on everything- from the gloves, the protective gear, the shoes. If not that it has become a routine, I would have forgotten what I was doing. Or how the hell to put the damn shoes on. It was all so heavy, that I wished I could kick it off, but I knew I needed it to protect myself. Never going to the ring barefooted!I took one last look in the mirror, my face a mask of worry. I wonder how I haven’t lost some weight, I think too much for my good. ‘I am ready for this.’ I began to assure myself.I walked out of the locker room, through the back door, and into the arena. The crowd was going wild, screaming and cheering as they saw me enter. I tried to block it all out, and focus on the fight ahead. And carefully, even with the bouncers guilding me past them, I made sure none of them touched me.My opponent was already in the ring, his eyes locked on me. Then I remember I don’t even know his name.I was beginning to think he was some newbie until his name was announced.
The Bad Boy's Lottery HUNDRED AND THREE
NORA“How has the search been?” I grimaced because holy hell, that sounds like his desired nightmare. We’ve talked about this before. In fact, the past few days, with the aid my driver, we go anywhere we can find him and I do what I know best— taunt him. Jordan hasn’t been living under his roof, I know that because each time I visit Jasper to give him a piece of my mind, it’s either it’s motorbike wasn’t outside or his door is locked. Jasper almost caught me at it yesterday.“It’s been tough. And you’ve been what? Apparently not sealing your mouth shut?” He laughed, though I don’t. “You think he loves you that much?” His smug tone irritates the hell out of me.“Yes, for a fact, I know I does. It is the same thing with me also, except that..” I said matter-of-factly. “You guys wouldn’t let us live the best of our lives in peace.”He wasn't even my father and yet he irritates me this much. Speaking with him alone was one exhaustion on its own. Which I find rather unbearable. Since
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