Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.

The glow of my phone screen is the only light in my car. I sit parked in front of Sloane’s house with a smirk on my face as I scroll through her Instagram

page.

Her little profile picture stares back at me. It’s a picture of her face; she smiles at the camera with that smug, bookish grin like she doesn’t know how much

it ruins me every time I see her cherry red lips around me. It’s been 731 days, 17,544 hours, 1,052,640 minutes, 63,158,400 seconds. Since I’ve forced the

urge to kiss her the way I want to. Since I’ve restrained my need to claim her and finally make her mine for real

That fucker named Matt might deserve a thank you, since his screw up gave me an opening to take her for myself.

Not that I’d needed one earlier, this just speeds up the process for me. But one truth is inevitable;

She’s mine.

I lean back in the driver’s seat with the engine off while I’m parked in the shadow of the maple tree across from her house. It’s quiet here. Her suburban

neighborhood made me feel a kind of way.

It was too clean, too quiet, too simple for someone like me. And yet, she’s right there, behind those drawn curtains, scrolling in bed, pretending she isn’t thinking about me. So I wouldn’t give a fuck if this place were another type of way, I’d stay for a long time.

With a smirk on my face at her reaction to my text at this time of night, I shoot her a text on Instagram.

Lucien: Still awake, scholarship girl?

The three dots appear almost instantly, earning a wider smirk from me.

Sloane: You’re awake too? How come? I thought bad boys slept in silk sheets till noon.

I smirk, my thumb hovering over the screen. If you only knew.

Lucien: What makes you think I’m in bed? Sunshine.

There was a pause. Then, the three dots appear again.

Sloane: Don’t call me that. What else would you be doing at-

I smirk at her reaction to my text. I imagined her face as it scrunched up at the nickname I’d given her while she typed furiously. Before I took a glance at the clock on my dash. 12:37 a.m.

Sloane: -midnight?

I lift my gaze to her dark window and say it out loud, just for myself. “Watching you.”

The curtain shifts. Slightly in that moment, and I see her face behind the window as she looks around the street with her eyes darting back and forth.

And as I’d imagined, she looked ravishing, even in the night before bed.

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Chapter 16

She doesn’t notice me, so she closes the curtains. I could imagine her sitting cross-legged in that oversized T-shirt she sleeps in, her thick thighs on display as she sits in bed. My cock tensed at the memory of her on my thighs at the cafeteria the other day.

I’d walked right into that one the moment I forced her to sit on my thighs, and her ass plummeted on my cock immediately.

Every second after that had been torture; since I’d given myself a taste, my primal urge was to devour her. Her Hair was a mess of beautiful curls.

I sent her another text.

Lucien: Maybe I’m exactly where I want to be.

Her typing bubble flickers, and then, it stops. She’s thinking.

Sloane: That sounds a bit stalkerish.

I smile at that.

Lucien: Maybe I’m exactly what you think I am.

Sloane: What are you even doing right now?

My lips twitch.

Me: Watching you.

She sends back the rolling eyes emoji. Cute. She thinks I’m speaking metaphorically.

I let her chew on that, and we go back and forth for a few more minutes, before I decide she should go to sleep. I sit watching until the light in her room

clicks off, but I don’t leave. I just sit there, in the silence, memorizing the shape of her house against the dark.

THE NEXT MORNING.

I ring her doorbell for a few minutes, leaning on the doorframe till she opens the door. She stands dressed in the same t-shirt from last night, her toothbrush still in her mouth, and her eyes wide like she’s seen a ghost as she stares at me in shock.

“What are you-” she mumbles around toothpaste.

“Get dressed,” I cut in. “We’re going out.”

“What the fuck?” She whispers, before her hand darts out and pulls me inside the house.

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FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.