The Bad Boy's Game And Me

Chapter 9 - My Weekend With The Bad Boy (part 1)

Chapter 9 - My Weekend With The Bad Boy (part 1)

I flew my eyes open and saw the white ceiling of the day when I woke up for the first time in the bad boy's king size bed.

I sit up and noticed Tyler and his messed up hair I was dying to ran my fingers to it. He was still asleep, I can't forget the part

where the two boys tried to do it to me last night I just I couldn't. I shut my eyes and thought of the night I hug Tyler for the first time my expectation was

I thought that he'd pull away immediately and knowing that the bad boy just hugged me back. I heard him groaned as his eyes flew open and I was staring at the same boy with those

mesmerising ocean blue eyes. I shook my head and jumped off the bed. I ran my fingers to my hair as he got up and made me face him, he cupped his hands at my face again as my cheeks

started to heat up, the blood rushed through my cheeks as he cupped my face.

"You okay?" He questioned me with his smirk and his messy hair was so tempting that my fingers have been dying to ran.

I shook my head and took his hands away from my cheeks "I'm fine . . . but I would like to say that. . . . .um. .um. . . ." I nervously bit my lower lip and trailed off not knowing where to.

"Just spit out will ya? babe" He smirked and chuckled.

"Um.. . . I just wanted to say Thank you" I nodded down not looking at his gazing eyes.

I heard him let out a small chuckle as he puts a finger at my chin and raised my head making me look in his swirling blue eyes.

"Just express it babe" And then he started to laugh.

I hit him in the chest and turned around rolling my eyes over. As if theres no way I'm falling for you.

I started to walk to the bathroom and shut the door tight. I looked myself in the mirror and let out a small sigh.

I turned the faucet on as I started washing my face. I grabbed a towel and wipe my wet face with it, I spun the door knob open and Tyler wasn't in his room.

I turned to open the door to lead me outside his room and into the hallway with oh so many doors. Where the hell did you go Tyler? I walked in the right direction if I could

remember which I was led to his room and successfully spotted the staircase. I took a few steps as I reached the floor and walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

I passed a few pictures of him and his parents together when I think he was 9 or 10. Hell I don't know. I've never seen his parents around when I started sleeping in his mansion.

Curiosity got the best of me as many questions filled my mind like 'Where's his parents?', 'Are they dead?' , 'Does he have siblings?'. Woah whats with the questions?

"Well hello, hello. It seems that a lost hottie has stumbled in our living room" I heard a voice and spun around to see a guy infront of me towering me over.

Oh.My.God where's Tyler when you need him. I took a deep breathe as I started opening my mouth not knowing what to say.