Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

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The smell of medication wafts in my nose as Lucien forces the medicated syrup to my mouth.

“Swallow. He orders, his eyes pinning me with a commanding glare. I obey him, allowing the horrid liquid as my face scrunches up in disgust.

“Ugh, that thing should be a crime.” I groan as the aftertaste lingers in my mouth Quickly grabbing some water, I wash the taste out of my mouth, gulping

heavily. Lucien smiles at me in amusement as he twists the cap of the bottle, screwing it shut.

“You’re acting like a child. He says, smiling, as he cleans off a little of the syrup from the side of my mouth with a towel.

*Oh, please, anyone would react that way to that thing,” I said, as I pinned the battle with a death glare. Ever since I’d walked out of that doctor’s office.

Lucien has been nothing short of insufferable. He’d fix my meals, force me to drink enough water, even when I’d tell him I’m full. He was like a sergeant

with my medication, too.

Always ensuring that I’d be in bed the moment the clock struck eight at night. It has almost unbearable, but secretly, I loved it. Especially when he’d creep

under my covers with a hungry look in his eyes, before spreading my thighs and feasting on my wet pussy.

He did that every night since the doctor, ditching school for me. It felt so good to ignore the outside world and just be in his embrace.

I’d told him about my mother, and her escape, thinking he would hate me, or push me away, but instead, he pulled me to him in a hug, and whispered:

‘We’ll get through this.”

I wondered if my dad knew about my mom’s escape, because if he did, he would have stormed inside in a protective frenzy. He knew how she got with me.

especially when she’s either high or going through withdrawals.

So far, the hospital hadn’t called to tell me they’d found her. The knowledge of her out there on the streets, searching for drugs, and the only person she loathes filled my belly with dread every night.

But Lucien helped ease my fears, as he held me at night, caressing my back until fell asleep. He hadn’t initiated full sex yet, not even when I’d come from his mouth on me.

But his hungry eyes never strayed from my ass or my tits, not even when I showered with the door open while he jerked off to the sight of me washing my body. It was always an erotic sight with him.

Whether he was taking off his clothes, eating my pussy, or fucking me.

“Lucien,’ I called, relishing in the way his eyes instantly flew to me in attention want some ice cream,’ I whispered, hoping he would allow me to have some, especially since I was almost done with my medication.

He smiled, waving me over as he opened my fridge.

Suddenly, it felt like the outside world blurred into nothing, and it was just the two of us.

No Seraphina.

No school.

No mommy drama.

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In a flash, Prom night was upon us, as Lucien took me out shopping. We were athe same boutique he brought me to a few weeks earlier, as we walked side by side, with our hands intertwined.

Lucien, I don’t wanna go.” I whined, but he wasn’t having it.

‘No, Sloane. The last time they saw you, you were limp in my arms from fainting Now, I want their eyes to burn with jealousy the moment you walk through those doors tonight.”

But I started, but he pointed his finger at me, stopping me from speaking.

‘No, Sloane.” He said, speaking as though I a a child. “You’re going, I own the night, and the girl, so you will make Roxanne, Seraphina and every other girl there think they were created by a low budget version of the rats in Cinderella.” e said, pulling me along to the dressing chamber.

I groaned inwardly, bracing myself for the rigorous exercise of picking a dress out

The doors swung open, as Cassian, and Killian held onto the handles for me, as walked through them. The moment I walked in, every pair of eyes darted to me, as everyone stopped what they were doing, and stared at me. My heels clicke against the marble as I walked, the air was filled with the smell of champagne, and expensive perfume, as The Weekend’s song blasted from the speakers.

‘Isn’t that Bishop?” Someone whispered from my left, as a collection of gasps pieced the air.

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FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.