Sleepyeyes22

Harley
What started as a mindless, blurted confession has turned into a mess I never saw coming—an endless spiral of emotions, tangled with Clad Storm, the bad boy of the season and my ex-crush. The one who’s made it clear he’s here for revenge, yet every time he looks at me with those damn chocolate-brown eyes, I fall deeper.

The worst part? I know exactly why he’s here. To make me pay. To make me feel the sting of what happened years ago when I rejected him. But somehow, I can’t walk away.

And then there’s the kicker—he made a proposal to my younger sister. But for some reason, he won’t let me go. Now, here I am, stuck between a rock and a hard place, caught in the web of New York’s most notorious biking genius and CEO.

I should walk away. I should be the smart one. I should obey my parents’ wishes and do what’s expected of me. But every time he smiles, every time he touches me, I forget what I’m supposed to be doing—resisting him.

So Maybe I Want A Bad Boy!

AN~~ apologies for the late update, editing took longer than usual. Enjoy

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Harley coughs, choking on her water. She sputters, and I don't move to help her this time. Why? Because while she struggled with that small amount, she managed to spit the rest on me. My face drips with warm liquid.

Calmly, I reach for the nearest napkin and start wiping my face, my expression unreadable.

"Oh, I am so sorry." Harley's voice rushes out after she recovers, guilt and embarrassment laced into every syllable. She grabs a handful of napkins and holds them out for me to take. I ignore them and instead, pull a fresh one from the neatly packed pile in the center of the table.

Why did you do that Clad? I groan internally.

Thanks for the meal