Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186

60%

Silence stretched between us, and I stared at her hair instead of looking into her yes. I wasn’t as confident that she would not be like Micheala any longer. After all, I’d barely told Micheala the full story, and she puked all over me. If she reacted that way, I could only imagine how Amara would react.”

For a long moment, all I could hear was her breathing and the hum of the fridge

“He taught me how to fight. That was the second thing he had me do, after placing me in therapy.” I went on. “How to win, how to survive in any scenario. And I thought that was enough. That if I built enough walls, no one would ever see what she did to me, that I could keep myself guarded enough to keep

everyone away.”

My voice dropped as my eyes finally looked into her perfect hazel ones. I caressed her cheeks, as a sad smile pulled at my lips. My heart felt like it would burst with the emotion coursing throughout my being. I felt like I would explode and engulf the room with all I felt for her. “But then you showed up.”

Her eyes flickered, soft and shining with a gleam of tears. I kissed the small ones that escaped from the corner of her eyes softly.

“You came into my life like chaos in a pretty dress……Literally,” I said with a laugh, relishing the sound of her laughing along with me. The red dress she’d worn that night at the bar, which had blue ribbons, looked like something a world-class designer would create….and they were the colours that traumatised me. “And suddenly, every wall I’d built didn’t matter. I couldn’t escape you, no matter how much or how hard I tried.” The taste of her red painted lips that night still hadn’t faded away. I hated the red lipstick because of my mother, but seeing it on Amara… it felt like I’d been struck by lightning.

I laughed under my breath, the feel of it bitter and fond at the same time. “You made me remember what it’s like to be human again. What it feels like to want, to need someone so much, that the thought of being without the person feels like a punishment I wouldn’t be able to bear.” I signed, as my own eyes

filled with tears, I didn’t bother restraining.

“When you left Australia that Friday night, when I didn’t see you at our usual spot, it felt like my world had crumbled, like the ground was pulled from under my feet. I honestly thought I would go crazy, Amara… until I saw you at Ravenscroft High again, and for the first time since then, I finally took in a breath of fresh air. I felt like someone who’d been in the desert, and finally had gulp of water.

She reached for me then, her hand trembling slightly as it touched my face. “Oh, Ace,” she whispered. “I feel the same way about you.”

That broke something open in me.

“Amara…,” I murmured, my voice cracking, as my tears rolled down my cheeks.

For

years, I’d sworn I’d never tell anyone that story. I’d rather die than look or feel that weak again. But standing there, with her eyes full of understanding

instead of pity, I didn’t feel weak. I just felt… tired.

And safe.

God, that was new.

She pulled me closer, her hands came up to my chest, and I realised she could fe my heart racing; the pound of it felt fast, violent, and alive.

“You didn’t deserve any of that….no one deserves that kind of life,” she said.

“Maybe not,” I admitted, voice rough, “but it made me the man who could stand ere now and not run or hide from you.”

Her eyes glistened. “You don’t have to run anymore,

Ace.”

The way she said it

–

like it was the simplest truth in the world and it neatly did me.

“Don’t say things you can’t promise,” I warned, even though I didn’t mean it.

|

>

1/3

11:23 Wed, Jan 14 G D D.

Chapter 186

“I’m not promising forever,” she whispered. “I’m promising now. And right now, you’re safe.”

Safe.

A word I’d never believed in.

But with her, it didn’t sound like a lie.

My control snapped instantly, and I kissed her.

Hard. Desperate. Like every piece of me had been waiting for this moment to remember what truly living felt like.

60%

She kissed back with the same fire

–

but her flames were soft and fierce all at once. It wasn’t lust this time. It wasn’t hunger. It was survival. It was home.

When I finally pulled back, I could barely breathe.

“You’re it, Amara,” I whispered, my voice shaking, my tears rolling down my cheeks with reckless abandon, but I didn’t care. All I could see was her. “You’re my peace. My storm. My everything, I swore I’d never want again.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “Ace-”

“I love you,” I said.

The words came out quieter than I expected, but they echoed louder than anything I’d ever said.

She froze, her breath stilling as she stared at me with utter disbelief.

“I love you,” I said again, firmer now. “And I don’t care what it makes me.”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify