His Bet
  • Reads 100,754
  • Votes 3,536
  • Parts 68
  • Time 11h 6m
  • Reads 100,754
  • Votes 3,536
  • Parts 68
  • Time 11h 6m
Ongoing, First published May 22, 2015
I was breathing hard. I don't know what is this thing. Her face that pops on my mind became constant after that night. I can't even sleep because of her. And that moment I saw her dancing in the kitchen her arms show off as her hair fall prettily on her angel face doesn't help at all. It kept playing and playing inside my head. My muscles were tensed and hard when I think about her. That I even have to do a hand job to release this fucking heat she has instilled with me. Damn it.



"I'm not your type." 



Yes. She's right. She wasn't my type. 



Ace. 




Jet black hair. Silver gray eyes. Pale white skin. So far of my blonde and tan qualification and yet I just did a fucking hand job thinking her body plastered with mine. 




Fuck. 




This can't be happening. 





Lust. Yes, that's just it. I need to get fucking laid.
All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
Sign up to add His Bet to your library and receive updates
or
#77badboylovestory
Content Guidelines
You may also like
Roommates with the Party Boy by marg7211
23 parts Complete Mature
I clear my throat and pop my head into view with the most friendly smile I could muster. "Hi," I say softly, stepping closer. "Um, I'm Cammie." To my relief, she smiles back. "Hi," she says simply. She was... a little drunk, and by the redness in her eyes, probably high. She smelled of beer and weed and as she turned to the shower to pull the curtain back, I noticed the tramp stamp on her lower back that read "This was a dare." "A real tease, isn't she?" I recognized that voice. It made my skin crawl and sweat break out over my entire body. My body turns and my blood runs cold when the gray eyes from downstairs meet mine. What are the odds that my roommate brought this sleaze-bag home? "Uh..." is the only word that is able to exit my mouth. He chuckles and leans back into the couch behind him, his eyes not leaving mine. A pair of dimples so large you could fill them with water and call them kiddie pools. "I-I guess you can't choose your roommate when you apply so late," I say with a nervous laugh before my hand comes up to hold my own arm in an attempt to comfort myself out of this awkward moment. His eyebrows raise until they disappear under his floppy bangs. "Yeah, I guess that's true. Hopefully you don't mind me bringing girls around here often." I thickly swallow as his words make their way through my brain, and I take a small step back until I feel the bathroom door against my back. "What?" I blurt out. He smirks and takes a few steps closer to me, his hands slowly, slowly coming to rest on the door on either side of my shoulders, about six inches between our faces. He smelled better than she did, that was for sure. His scent alone could have made me blush. "Cause you can't choose your roommates, and I ain't going anywhere, roomie."
Bad Girl| ✔ by cherryapples1232
41 parts Complete Mature
[Completed]: (8/3/18) Ranks: #1 in lawbreaker (11/21/18) Definition of bad (adj) bad[ bad ] of poor quality:below an acceptable standard in quality or performance unskillful:lacking the skill or competence to perform a task adequately not functioning properly:not functioning properly because of a fault *** "We both know the sexual tension is there. Why don't we just relieve that tension?" He whispered out huskily, his eyes going back and forth between my eyes and lips. "That could be a problem." I push him away gently with my hand. "Why?" I look at him leaning against the counter and I take in his features. His eyes were dark as he stared at me with a lustful expression. "Because sexual attraction always leads to mental attraction and before you know it, you're pulled into all that Lovey shit." I shiver with disgust. He smirks at me with amusement. He leans in and cages me in with both of his arms. "First sexy, I don't do that lovey shit. All I think about when I see you is what you would look like on your knees and if you taste as sweet as your lips." He takes my lip in between his teeth and bites down slightly. ******************************************** Kristen Caterina Black is anything but nice, She loves to screw around, but what happens when she screws with the wrong person? Specifically that person being the infamous Jesse Blake? Following that Jesse Blake and Kristen Black happen to live right next door to each other. Let's just say, a whole lot of cursing happens. (Sequel to shy girl.) P.s you won't have to read the first book to understand the second, but I highly encourage to read the first book.
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
A Bad Boy's Worst Nightmare (Book 1) cover
Roommates with the Party Boy cover
Filling The Gap... cover
Taming the Street Racer ✔️ cover
High For Him cover
Beautifully Broken cover
Broken Pieces cover
Bad Girl| ✔ cover
Scarce Figures cover
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 cover

A Bad Boy's Worst Nightmare (Book 1)

26 parts Complete

She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.