Loving Bad

by Regan Ure

  LOVING BAD

  REGAN URE

  Copyright © 2015 Regan Ure

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  ISBN: 978-0-9932864-5-2

  Thank you to my hubby and kids. Without your love and support this wouldn’t have been possible.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  About the Author

  CHAPTER ONE

  Taylor

  I took another sip and swallowed quickly before I could spit it out. The liquid burned slightly as it slid down my throat. I had no idea what I was drinking, but it tasted awful.

  Beside me, my roommate, Jordan, took a gulp of the same liquid from a red plastic cup as she swung her hips in rhythm to the music pumping through the house party. We were two very different people; she was confident and flirty, and I was nervous and shy. I took another sip of the liquid and forced it down. It was the whole point of the night, to go out and have fun.

  I studied the people dancing on the makeshift dance floor in the living room. Furniture had been moved to make enough space so people could move. They were throwing their arms up in the air and singing to a song that blared through the house.

  A couple of girls were dancing on a wooden coffee table that had been moved against a wall. They held my attention as they danced and flirted with some of the guys who were dancing beside the table. I wanted to be a normal college student like the rest of the students who were clearly enjoying themselves. They were getting drunk and dancing without a care in the world. In a secluded corner, I noticed a couple making out heavily. Some were just flirty, but some were clearly getting lucky tonight.

  As strange as it was to say, I envied them and their carefree, reckless attitude. Wasn't that part of the whole college experience? People said that college was a whole string of bad decisions best forgotten about but, for me, it would be different. I was going to learn from my experiences here. I hadn't had a chance to make any mistakes yet, but I was going to rectify that.

  When Jordan had suggested we go to the party she'd heard about, I'd felt apprehensive, but I was determined to get out and experience things. Going out to a party didn't seem like much to most people but it was a big step to me.

  To say I'd led a very protected life up to this point would be an understatement. But before the memories could start to cycle through my mind, I pushed them down. I didn't want to remember the things that had showed me the ugly side of life at an early age. Not all people were bad, and I had to remember that. I couldn't paint everyone with the same brush.

  I'd lived such a protected life that it had suffocated me from the inside. Now that I had more control over my life, I'd decided that I wasn't going to hide away and live in fear of what could happen; instead, I was going to embrace it.

  Was a life worth living if I didn't actually live it?

  I took another determined sip of the alcohol that Jordan had assured me would loosen me up. She'd said I was so tightly wound that I needed something to help, hence the red plastic cup in my hand.

  There were a lot of things I'd never experienced that most of the people my same age already had. To most people, it would be unbelievable that this was my first party ever and that I'd never drank alcohol before.

  When I'd first met Jordan—a week ago when I'd moved into the dorm room—I'd been as nervous as hell, but Jordan had been friendly and we'd clicked. At first she'd been incredulous when I'd first begun to tell her how innocent I really was. I didn't go into the details of why and she didn't pry. When I'd told her about my decision to change that, she'd been completely on board with showing me what I'd been missing.

  I pulled the tight red miniskirt I was wearing down, since the damn thing kept creeping up and, if I weren't careful, it would show my panties. As comfortable as I was in my own skin, I wasn't comfortable wearing such a revealing outfit in front of a bunch of strangers.

  I'd worn the miniskirt and tight white top that Jordan had shoved into my hands because she told me that it would go with my pale skin and platinum-blond hair. But when she'd handed me a pair of high heels, I'd drawn the line. I didn't want to spend the whole night falling over my own feet.

  I'd started experimenting with makeup a year earlier, so I knew how to put on a little makeup. Jordan had shaken her head at me when she’d seen me, though.

  "It's too light," she'd complained and she'd gotten her own makeup out to help.

  She'd been right. Once she was done, I could see the darker makeup made my pale blue eyes stand out more, and the shade of red lipstick she'd used on my lips matched the color of the miniskirt.

  My mission tonight had been to dress up like some girls my age did and to go to my first party. We had been at the party for an hour, and I was still nervous, although I had to admit the alcohol was beginning to take effect, and I could feel myself start to relax.

  I glanced at Jordan, and she looked at me and smiled, raising her cup. I mirrored her action and then took another sip. My eyes began to scan the party, happy to be a bystander and just watch for the moment.

  The second my eyes landed on him, I felt a shiver of awareness go right through me. There was something about him that had kept me mesmerized as I'd stared at him from across the room.

  It wasn't just the fact that he was the hottest guy I'd ever laid eyes on; there was a confidence about him that made it hard to pull my eyes away. Even though I'd led a very protected life, I knew he was the bad boy that people had warned me about on more than one occasion.

  His hair was black and cut neatly short. I couldn't see what color his eyes were. He wore a plain shirt with faded jeans and his clothes molded a fit body that I bet hid a six-pack. Tattoos that ended at his wrist covered one of his muscular arms. I was standing too far away to get a really good look at them.

  Then I took in the piercings. Both of his ears were pierced, as well as his lip. I couldn't stop myself from wondering what it felt like to kiss a guy who had a lip ring.

  Who was I kidding? I wondered what it felt like to be kissed at all. It was another area I was totally innocent in.

 
He was like the exact opposite of me. Where I was innocent and had no experience, it was like he wore his life experience on his body with the tattoos and piercings. You had to be pretty confident in what you wanted to have it permanently inked into your skin.

  Next to him was a girl flirting with him and I couldn't help the stab of jealousy I felt. The girl was pretty, and I watched as she put her hand on his arm when he leaned closer.

  When Jordan noticed who'd caught my attention, she leaned closer and said, "Don't even think about it. He'll eat you up and spit you out."

  I pulled my eyes away from him to look at my friend. Her relaxed smile had been replaced with a stern expression.

  "Sin Carter isn't someone you play with without knowing the rules, and you are too innocent to get caught up in that," she warned further. Sin. His name suited him.

  She leaned closer.

  "He has a serious reputation with women. And don't think that it's just a reputation based on rumors. I've had friends who have rotated through his bed and don't get me started on all the rumors about his past."

  I knew her words were meant as a warning, but it just made me more curious about him. Despite trying to keep my attention off him after Jordan's warning, I felt my eyes drift back again to find him.

  But this time his attention wasn't on the girl still flirting beside him. He was listening to what the girl was saying, but his eyes were fixed on me.

  His eyes were a piercing blue that ignited a fire inside of me, and I felt myself come alive under his intense gaze as the one side of his mouth turned up in a sexy half-smile. There was a promise in his eyes of more experience than I could handle.

  I groaned as I shifted slightly. My head was pounding, and it felt like someone had stuffed my head full of cotton balls. I touched my fingers to my forehead gently. My mouth was dry, and it was hard to swallow. Where the hell was I?

  The pounding in my head eased up enough for me to open one eye. It was dark, but a streak of sunlight shone through a crack between the curtains, which was enough for me to be able to see that I wasn't in my own bed.

  This wasn't good. Panic began to well up in me as I tried to piece together what had happened, but I couldn't remember anything. I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down. Then I felt the bed shift.

  Oh. My. God.

  I wasn't alone in the bed. I stayed still and closed my eyes, hoping not to wake up my bed partner. If they did wake up, I'd just pretend I was still sleeping. When the bed didn't move again after a minute of holding my breath, I opened my eyes and shifted my gaze to see who was in the bed with me.

  Even in the slightly darkened room I could tell who it was. It was the guy that I'd seen at the party. I tried to remember his name, but I was coming up blank. Vaguely, I remembered Jordan had warned me about him. It took another few moments before his name came to me.

  Sin.

  Any thoughts of how hot he looked lying in the bed next to me evaporated at the question of why I was in bed with him in the first place. What on earth had I done last night? Had I done him? Well, there was one way to find out.

  I squeezed my eyes closed for a moment to build up the courage to lift the bed cover to peer underneath. Thankfully there was enough light to see that I was still in my underwear. Should I be relieved I wasn't naked? But where were my clothes?

  More questions than answers raced through my mind, and I tried to remember back to my last memory of last night. I had drunk some alcohol, but I didn't remember drinking that much. It was mystifying that the last thing I could remember was Sin eyeing me, and then everything kind of got fuzzy after that. Had I drunk too much? Is this what a hangover felt like?

  I glanced back briefly to Sin sleeping peacefully beside me. He was lying on his stomach with his arms wrapped around the pillow that his head lay on. He wasn't wearing a shirt. I had to fight the urge to lift the covers to check if he was naked but, honestly, I was too scared.

  Had I slept with him last night? Had I lost my virginity and I couldn't remember it? After remembering Jordan's warning about him, he didn't sound like the type to take a girl up to his room and do nothing. Trust me to go to bed with one of the hottest guys I'd ever seen and not remember a thing.

  It wasn't like I was keeping my virginity for someone special or 'the one.' I had planned on losing my virginity, but I'd at least wanted to remember the details.

  I nearly groaned out loud and quickly put my hand over my mouth when I realized that I was in a stranger's bed, and the noise might wake him up. As quietly as I could, I slid out of the bed. My shirt, skirt, and shoes were strewn across the carpet, so I didn't have far to look for them. I gathered them up quickly and quietly got dressed. A couple of times I had to stop and let the pounding in my head ease before I carried on.

  If this was what a hangover felt like, I swore I was never going to touch another drop of alcohol. Just the thought of it made my stomach roil. With pieces missing, I couldn't remember what had happened to Jordan. I wished that I'd brought my phone so I could call her to check that she was okay, but I'd left it in our dorm room.

  Once I was dressed, I tackled my next problem. I wasn't sure where I was, and I wanted to be gone before Sin woke up. The whole situation was embarrassing enough without an audience. Shoes in hand, I walked to the door and, as slowly as I could, I opened the door and left. I didn't bothering closing the door properly; instead, I left it slightly open, too scared that I'd wake him trying to close the door behind me.

  Thank goodness I didn't bump into anyone on my way out. It was only when I descended the stairs that I recognized that I was still in the same house where the party had been held. I signed with relief. At least I knew the way back to my dorm room, and it wasn't far. Thankfully it seemed to be too early for anyone else to be awake, and I thought I was in the clear until my hand wrapped around the door handle.

  "Leaving already?" someone asked in a playful tone from behind me, just as I was about to make my exit. I nearly jumped out of my skin and my heart was hammering in my chest when I turned to face the source of the voice.

  I recognized him vaguely from the party, but I had no idea what his name was. He was leaning against the kitchen doorway with a bowl of what looked like cereal in his hands as he watched me with a smirk.

  "I..." I was a blubbering idiot. I had no idea what to say to his question. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole so I could avoid the embarrassment. What did they call it? Oh yes, the walk of shame.

  His grin grew as he straightened up and set the bowl of cereal down on the kitchen counter. He was taller than me, well over six feet. Like Sin, he was built but not in a bulky way, but it wasn't the only thing that he had in common with Sin.

  Like Sin, he also sported a tattoo sleeve on one of his arms. The lack of shirt confirmed that was the extent of his tattoos on the top portion of his body. And I had no wish to know if he had any tattoos on the bottom half. He also had piercings but only in his eyebrow that was arched at me.

  Unlike Sin, his hair was a light brown and a little longer on top with the sides shorter. He had pale blue eyes similar to mine. He was a good-looking guy, and I bet he could pull as many girls as Sin could but, despite that, he didn't have the same effect that Sin had on me. He was still smiling like he was enjoying watching me squirm with embarrassment.

  "You're the girl who was with Sin last night," he said to me. This house was big enough to house a few people so maybe he was trying to place who I'd been with. The fact that he had seen me go upstairs with Sin made me question the fact that despite waking up dressed in my underwear something had happened with him.

  I'd heard stories of girls being tender there afterward, but I wasn't. Did that tell me anything? I'd been determined to experience what girls my age did, but this was one I wished I'd skipped. How did I tell this guy that I had no recollection from the night before and that I wanted to get out of here before I embarrassed myself further?

  "I need to go," I mumbled as I turned to
leave.

  "What's your name?" he asked with curiosity as my hand gripped the door handle tightly.

  I kept my back to him and, for a moment, I weighed up whether it was a good idea to tell him my name. It didn't take me long to decide not to answer his question. I hoped that by keeping my identity from him I could erase this from my mind. In my rush to leave, I slammed the door closed and hurried down the street.

  The air outside was cool, and I shivered. It was early morning. I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was only seven o’clock. My mind cycled through what I remembered from last night as I did my first—and hopefully last—walk of shame.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Taylor

  By the time I made it back to the dorm, I was feeling a little better. Maybe it was the fresh air that had done the trick. The pounding was gone, but there was still a dull pain in my head. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't seem to find my missing memories from the night before. At least I'd managed to get out before Sin had woken up. That could have been a lot more embarrassing than my run-in with the stranger when I was trying to sneak out. I let out a frustrated sigh. I'd lost my virginity to a hot guy, and I couldn't remember a thing.

  Damn it!

  The dorm was quiet as I entered the building. It was too early for most people to be awake, so hopefully no one would see me sneaking back in. I hurried up the stairs to the second floor. The elevator had been out of order since I'd arrived, and I wondered if they were ever going to fix it. Before, it hadn't really bothered me, but I was still feeling fragile, and I didn't feel like taking the stairs.

  The room I shared with Jordan was quiet and dark when I entered. I tried to keep as quiet as possible so as not to wake Jordan, who was sleeping in her bed.

  "Doing the walk of shame, are you?" I heard Jordan's voice ask me as I kicked my shoes off.

  I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden sound of her voice and clutched my chest as my heart hammered so hard it felt like it was trying to break free.