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!

"Go on, read the words aloud."

The voice boomed through the abandoned basement.

A tremor racked my small frame.

"READ THE DAMN WORDS, THEODORE! FUCK—FUCK, YOU MADE ME DO IT NOW! YOU MADE ME BE AS THE UNSCRUPULOUS WOMAN YOU CAME FROM!"

"I—I..." I couldn't speak.

How could a seven-year-old boy speak up to a man whose very presence made the air too thick to breathe?

"You what?" he snarled.

His voice cut through the air like steel.

Instinct made me look up — a mistake. My eyes locked with his, pleading, begging.

Curious