Get the APP hot
Home / Romance / Love of a Bad Girl
Love of a Bad Girl

Love of a Bad Girl

5.0
5 Chapters
Read Now

About

Contents

When Nolan met Danielle, he wasn't expecting anything. Truly nothing. To him, it was just another night, one more moment in a perfectly organized life, dictated by a meticulously crafted five-year plan. He had everything mapped out: his studies, his internship, his first job, then marriage to a proper girl chosen from his narrow circle of acquaintances. But that night, everything changed. Because she was there. Danielle. Sultry. Sexy. Tattooed. She was everything Nolan was not. She burned with an intensity he had never known. While he calculated every step, she rushed in headfirst, guided by instinct. Nolan was a virgin, discreet, reserved. She was a sex goddess, a free spirit, confident, untamed. He was terrified of needles. She laughed at that, her arms adorned with tattoos that told stories he couldn't even imagine. Coming from a wealthy background, Nolan lived according to the strict expectations of his parents, following a carefully written script. He never strayed from the path laid out for him. Danielle, too, came from an affluent family, but she had rejected everything that came with it. The social events, the obligations, the appearances. She had cut ties with her overbearing, overly perfect mother. Danielle wanted to live without limits, without attachments, without rules. That was before she met Nolan. This shy, cute, awkward boy... He intrigued her. He made her laugh. He threw her off balance. Danielle, used to easy and predictable flings, couldn't understand why this boy-so different-captivated her so much. He changed the way she saw the world, the way she saw love. But will she... change his?

Chapter 1 01

Chapter 01

« You're such a weenie. » I said, tossing a handful of popcorn into my mouth and chewing loudly, teasing my best friend Annabelle. The moment we'd been waiting for had finally arrived-movie night.

Annabelle rolled her eyes dramatically, her gaze fixed on the TV screen, where the opening credits of Dear John were already rolling. She let out a long sigh, her voice a mix of exasperation and disbelief. « I don't even know how you have so many tattoos. Even getting one scares the Jesus out of me. »

I grinned, winking at her. « Yeah, well, you know me. Once I get started on something, there's no stopping. » I adjusted my seat, leaning back into the couch as I stretched my legs out in front of me. I didn't mind my tattoos-they were part of me, a way to express who I was. It was always a bit of a shock when people first saw them, especially when they caught the one on my wrist, or the sleeve creeping up my arm. But I'd gotten used to it.

Annabelle, on the other hand, was as straight-laced as they come. It was like we were opposites in every possible way. She had her long, natural blonde hair tied back in a simple ponytail, her pristine outfit a far cry from my band tee and ripped jeans. And here she was, wiping her eyes as she sniffled at the tragic love story playing out on-screen. I couldn't help but laugh.

« You're crying over this? » I chuckled, tossing another piece of popcorn into my mouth.

She glared at me with a mock-serious expression, wiping at her eyes. « Shut up. It's emotional! You just don't get it. »

Before I could tease her further, the peace was shattered. Music blasted through the room, and I almost choked on the popcorn I'd just thrown in my mouth. My hand shot out to grab my phone, glancing at the screen, but I didn't recognize the number.

« Hello? » I answered, trying to swallow the popcorn that had lodged itself in my throat.

The voice on the other end made my stomach drop, as it always did. My mother.

« You are getting home right this minute! » Her voice was sharp, cold, and full of anger. It sliced through the air like a knife. Every word felt like a command, a reprimand waiting to happen.

I sighed, glancing over at Annabelle, who looked at me curiously. « I'm having my sleepover with Annabelle, remember? I told you. You were fine with it. »

My mother's reply came like a force of nature. « I don't care. You need to be here right now. »

I tried to reason with her, but there was no changing her mind once she'd made it up. « Mom, it's just one night. Can't you chill out for once? I'm not doing anything wrong. »

She wasn't listening to me. « You're coming home now, or there will be consequences. I'm not repeating myself. »

The words she was about to say, the threats that were always there, hovered at the edge of my mind. I didn't want to hear them. I just didn't. I cut her off before she could say anything more. « Fine, I'm coming. »

Annabelle gave me a sympathetic look as I hung up the phone. I knew she could see the frustration in my eyes.

« You okay? » she asked softly.

I forced a smile, trying to make light of the situation. « Yeah. I'll be fine. Mom's just being dramatic, like always. »

We both stood up, grabbing our things. I shot her a wink. « Don't worry, I'll be back. Just gotta deal with her. » Annabelle waved me off, already engrossed in her movie again, despite the fact that she was clearly upset that I had to leave.

The drive back to my house always felt longer than it should. Maybe it was the fact that the glitzy neighborhood I lived in never really felt like home. It wasn't me. Everyone here seemed to care about their social standing more than anything else-the size of their houses, the price of their cars, the designer clothes they wore. And then there was my family. My father, a high-powered lawyer with law firms across the city, and my mother, the queen of socialites who made sure to never miss a gala or event. Everything about this neighborhood screamed perfection, and yet it left me feeling suffocated.

When I pulled into the driveway, I parked my car quickly and made my way to the front door. As usual, I hit the button on my key fob, locking my car behind me. It was a habit I had, even though I knew there was no need. No one would steal anything in this neighborhood-they were all rich enough to buy whatever they wanted. Still, it was an instinct.

The door to the house opened with an exaggerated squeak as I stepped inside. My mother was standing in the entryway, arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. The box on the table caught my attention. I squinted at it, but I couldn't read the fine print from where I was standing.

Without a word, my mother dropped the box onto the table, and my stomach dropped along with it. She didn't even need to speak for me to understand something wasn't right.

I shrugged off my jacket and tossed my car keys onto the table. I could feel her gaze on me, like a laser cutting through the air.

« What's this? » I asked, raising an eyebrow as I examined the box. But when I finally saw what it was, I froze. The words were clear now.

« Pregnancy test box! » My mother snapped, her voice tight with disbelief, almost like she was daring me to argue.

I blinked at the box for a moment, my heart beating faster as I processed her words. It took me a second to regain my composure.

« I thought it was something crazy. » I muttered, trying to make light of the situation. I crossed my arms in a defensive gesture, mirroring my mother's stance as I glanced at her. I had no idea where this was going.

She wasn't having it. « You're having sex?! » Her voice rose, louder this time, and I could practically feel the judgment radiating off of her.

A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. How could she even think that? I hadn't done anything like that.

I shook my head quickly, trying to clear the tension. « No! That's not mine! It's Casey's, oh my gosh! Mom, you were with me when she did the test! Don't you remember? »

She looked like she was about to say something, but I cut her off. How could she forget that day? I had literally been standing right there when Casey had come over, stressed out and panicked about the results.

My mother crossed her arms tighter, eyeing me with suspicion. I could tell she wasn't convinced. But how could she think that? This was ridiculous. I had better things to worry about than some pregnancy test.

« I'm not pregnant, Mom. I swear. »

The silence between us was thick with tension, and I could almost hear the gears turning in her head as she processed what I'd said.

Finally, my mother's lips tightened, and she nodded once. « Fine. But we're going to have a conversation about this later. »

I exhaled a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. « Sure, Mom. Later. »

As I walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. There was more to come from this conversation, and I wasn't sure I was ready for it.

Continue Reading
img View More Comments on App
Latest Release: Chapter 5 05   Yesterday 05:36
img
1 Chapter 1 01
Today at 05:34
2 Chapter 2 02
Today at 05:35
3 Chapter 3 03
Today at 05:34
4 Chapter 4 04
Today at 05:35
5 Chapter 5 05
Today at 05:35
MoboReader
Download App
icon APP STORE
icon GOOGLE PLAY