The Bad Boy Craves Me✔

19. A face to face talk.

Unknown POV

I apologize for the misunderstanding. Here's the revised version:

"I have something you may want," the onlooker told the person, looking up at their lean and slender body, a soon-to-be partner in crime.

"Oh really, and how do you know what I want?" the person frowned, inquiring back.

"Well, for one, I know that you're someone with a sadistic streak who wants the same thing I want: revenge. And I can give you that and so much more," the advancer smirked, licking their dry, lustful lips.

"And why would I want revenge?" the individual glared.

"Because you've been shitted over on, just like I have. No one understands us. They took both our love for granted. We can make them pay," the devious person gritted their teeth, an evil glint in their eyes.

"And what could they have done to you that I know nothing about? Why would I help an amateur like you seek revenge?" the lean body crook replied, smirking.

"Because I hate losing," the vicious and iniquitous person answered.

"I know nothing about what you're talking about, and even if I did, why should I trust you to help me seek revenge?" the person inquired curiously.

"Because of this," the individual showed a video of their soon-to-be victim. "We'll use this to expose their wretched actions and make them beg for mercy," they showed a wicked smile.

"Is that...?" the person trailed off, lost for words.

"Yes, it is," they smiled, closing the distance between them, and soon they engaged in a passionate and intense encounter, fueled by their shared desire for revenge.

"Revenge is sweet, and payback's a bitch."

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Anna's POV

We stood amidst the breathtaking artwork, and a mix of excitement and nervousness coursed through my veins. The prestigious art exhibition showcased the talent of accomplished artists, and being chosen by Mr. Greenwood made me feel both honored and anxious.

As I glanced at Kristen, leaning casually against the wall, I couldn't help but feel a wave of adoration wash over me. His nonchalant demeanor, combined with his captivating presence, made my heart flutter.

Yet, there was a hint of possessiveness as I noticed other women casting flirtatious glances in his direction. I clenched my fists, determined to protect what was mine.

Summoning my courage, I attempted to strike up a conversation, hoping to appear confident in his presence. My voice trembled slightly as I asked, "Aren't you at least a little anxious?" I tried to avoid his direct gaze, stealing quick glances to gauge his reaction.

He chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine, and his smile melted away any remaining insecurities. "I was wondering when you were going to speak up," he said, his voice laced with amusement and affection.

Caught off guard by his response, I stumbled with a weak retort, desperately trying to defend myself. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but his laughter put me at ease, assuring me that he found my nervousness endearing.

Without hesitation, he extended his hand toward me, and my heart skipped a beat. Taking his hand in mine, I felt a surge of warmth and a sense of security. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, anticipation tingling in my voice.

"Anywhere except here," he answered, his eyes filled with determination and a hint of mischief. In that moment, I felt a rush of excitement and curiosity, as if we were embarking on an adventure together.

I giggled in response to his words, feeling a sense of joy bubbling within me as I followed him. Soon, we found ourselves outside, sitting beneath the shade of a tree, our eyes focused on the clear sky above.

"Why?" I whispered, hoping he understood the depth of my question.

After a thoughtful pause, he finally replied, his words filling me with warmth. "Because you're different, Bella... You're not like the other girls I know. You don't throw yourself at me or anyone else. You see me for more than just status, looks, or physical pleasure. You're intelligent, beautiful, and unique, and that's why I'm drawn to you. You're someone special, not just anyone," he explained, a genuine smile gracing his lips as he pulled me onto his lap, my legs on either side of him. This position, nestled in his embrace, felt incredibly comforting and right.

"But what about Regina?" I asked, feeling a twinge of uncertainty as he tensed beneath me.

"Regina and I were never in a real relationship. We had casual encounters because we both got what we wanted out of it," he admitted with a hint of bitterness. "I used to think we were something, but she cheated on me multiple times. I forgave her once, but when it happened again with four other football players, I realized it was time to move on."

"That must have been painful," I whispered softly, my fingers gently tangling in his dark, luscious hair.

Surprisingly, he chuckled, leaning into my touch. "Actually, it didn't hurt that much. I wasn't in love with her, so the pain wasn't as deep."

"I've never had a boyfriend before," I murmured to myself, my voice laced with vulnerability.

He laughed again, sending a delightful shiver down my spine. "Oh, I know," he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Joining in his laughter, I teased him, "I distinctly remember you engaging in some serious face-sucking sessions on a daily basis."

However, my attempt at humor seemed to miss the mark, as his expression turned serious. Without a trace of emotion, he looked at me and said, "Bella, I may have had flings in the past, but I've never been in a real relationship before. What we have is completely different."

"You're like a rose petal, attracting swarms of bees on an hourly basis," he muttered. "It's hard enough to keep those hormone-driven pests away."

His words puzzled me, but I found them amusing, which caused him to laugh once again. Yet, amidst the laughter, a thought emerged—one that hadn't crossed my mind until now.

"You know, you've never actually asked me to be your g... girlfriend," I whispered, my voice faltering as I blushed.

He gently lifted my chin, turning my face toward him. "On the contrary, princess, I don't need your permission. The fact that I say I'm your boyfriend is all that matters. But I'll do you the honor of asking, considering you're not used to my assertiveness," he said with an air of confidence. "Bella, my beautiful baby girl, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" he asked, his smile radiant as he gazed at me.

"Yes, I do," I replied, my heart brimming with happiness and excitement.

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