Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 8

“Only my girlfriend gets shotgun,” Lawrence said, grinning like he always did, a little wild and completely unbothered. “You coming or not?”

Bonnie just stood there, lips pressed tight, glaring up at him without saying a word. She looked like she could freeze an entire room, all cold and stubborn, as if someone had just pulled her out of the freezer on a hot summer day.

Lawrence gave in first. He stepped closer, leaning down so his hands rested on the car, one on each side of her, boxing her in.

“Come on,” he tried, voice lower, softer. “You look exhausted. Let me take you out for a month. No pressure. We’ll just have fun. If after that you still say no, I’ll quit chasing you for good.”

He said her life was too suffocating—still letting her parents decide everything, even in college. She never got to do anything fun. He could fix that, just give him a month.

Bonnie believed him. The thing was, Lawrence never played by the rules.

That month was a whirlwind. They went skydiving, bungee jumping, rock climbing, swimming, exploring caves, rappelling down cliffs. Sunrises and sunsets on mountaintops. They watched the stars and sometimes didn’t sleep at all. Lawrence would spend hours outside her tent, making her laugh hard enough to cry, then messing with her until she actually cried, only to tease and apologize until she forgave him.

He made sure Bonnie didn’t miss out on anything in Cabinda, not a single adventure.

For the first time ever, Bonnie lied to her family. She disappeared for a whole month, not going home even once. For the good girl, sneaking around felt like her own secret kind of thrill.

But the month ended and reality set in.

Everyone on campus knew about Lawrence chasing after her. He’d pick her up in the morning, drop her off at night, no effort to hide what he was doing. Their names and faces were all over the university forums.

It didn’t take long for the news to reach her mom. Shirley called, her voice steady but stern. She told Bonnie to stop lying, to respect herself and not get distracted so soon after starting college. Studies came first, always.

That night, Bonnie texted Lawrence. She told him it was over, asked him to keep his promise, to stop bothering her.

He sucked in a sharp breath, pain in his voice, but he still wouldn’t let go. Bonnie tried to mutter another curse, accusing him of breaking his promise. Lawrence just sounded more ragged, more intense.

He said the deal was off. He liked her.

He had to have her.

Bonnie felt like a block of ice, but under his kiss, she melted, slow and unstoppable. Her arms went up around his neck, clumsy and desperate, trying to take back control and kiss him back.

Their teeth bumped, noses brushing, his breath hot on her face, his arms strong and steady as they tumbled through this messy, electric moment. Somehow, through all of it, Bonnie knew—she knew Lawrence really, truly wanted her.

And that’s why, when he later acted like none of it ever mattered, when he suddenly said he didn’t love her anymore, it just didn’t make sense. Someone who wanted her that much couldn’t just let go… could they?