Undone: A New Adult College Bad Boy Romance (Mature Young Adult Fun Contemporary Romance)

by Alli Sims

  “Not so strong now, are you?” He hissed in my ear. “You dumb bitch. You better watch where you’re going or next time it won’t be broad daylight with a crowded around us.”

  My heart raced as my body reacted the only way it could. My arm flung the contents it was holding at him.

  He let go of me, pushing me back as he stared down at the yellow sauce that had begun to stain his shirt. Chicken fell to the ground around him.

  His friends gasped, muttering. How the hell was I going to get out of this? I hadn’t really wanted to start shit with anyone but what was I supposed to do really?

  The second he looked up at me I knew I was in shit. I swallowed dryly.

  Someone grabbed my wrist and yanked me back. I stumbled. His black hair was still tied back, and for the first time since I’d seen him I realized just how muscular he looked.

  “Something wrong?” He said, staring at the group of guys.

  The one who had just been holding me looked Adan up and down. “Your girlfriends getting into trouble.”

  “And now she’s out of it.”

  “You really think it’s going to be that eas-”

  Before he could finish his sentence Adan moved. I gasped as I watched his fist connect with the other guys face.

  “If you ever touch her again, I will send you to the ER.”

  It sounded more like a promise than anything else. I swallowed dryly as I watched them. The group of guys behind the asshole who had just grabbed me bent down to check on them. One of them stood, advancing towards Adan.

  I stepped forward, ready to offer my services if they were needed. There was no way I was going to let him get into a fight over me and not help him out.

  “Let’s get out of here.” Asshole pushed himself up; still staring at Adan he backed away. “Before someone really gets hurt.” His eyes flicked to me for a fraction of a second. “Later, bitch.”

  Adan stepped forward; I caught his arm and stopped him as the other guys walked away, quickly. None of them refused to look away from us for more than a couple seconds.

  Adan turned to me.

  “I’m still mad at you.” I said flatly.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then that’s all that matters.” He gave me a smile. “I’ll see you around, Melina.”

  I opened my mouth to protest but he walked away before I could. I stared after him and for a fraction of a second I wanted to go after him and ask him to sit with me while we ate. I looked down at the empty box in my hands as I realized I didn’t have anything to eat anymore.

  Dammit.

  My brow furrowed as I let out a deep breath and headed towards the closets garbage. On to the next class I guess.

  ***

  Kat had been a huge help, but it seemed like no matter how hard I tried Melina wanted nothing to do with me.

  I should have just told her about Amanda but I couldn’t bring myself to. I didn’t want it to be a deal breaker, and so many people judged both of us for it; I couldn’t put Amanda through that. It wasn’t fair of me and it wasn’t fair to her.

  I bit my lip as I put my car into park. I’d planned on spending the day with Melina, but that hadn’t panned out so here I was, back home.

  I pocketed my keys and stepped out of the car. I grabbed the leftover Chinese food and carried it into the house.

  “What are you doing home early?”

  “I took a sick day.” I said as I stepped into the kitchen. A woman, blonde hair and green eyes, stared at me. Her eyes narrowed as she held the baby in her arms.

  “A sick day?”

  “It’s nothing.” I said as I sat down across from her and held my hands out for the baby in her arms.

  “She missed her daddy today.” My mom said handing her over to me. “She’ll be glad you’re home early. Does this sick day have anything to do with that girl you mentioned yesterday?”

  “Yes, just not in a way I’d been hoping it would.” I’d planned on telling her about Amanda. I stared down at the little girl; she had her grandma’s eyes. She smiled letting out a giggle as she reached for me. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. As hard as it was, she was worth it. “They always get so freaked out when I tell them about her. I wanted to warm her up to it. I wanted her to get to know me first, before she ran away because of my daughter.” I blew out a deep breath as my mother reached into the bag I’d dropped on the table. She pulled out a spring roll and bit into it.

  “Maybe you need to give this girl the benefit of the doubt, if you actually think she means that much to you.”

  The benefit of the doubt had been something I’d long since given up honestly. But Melina hadn’t given me any reason not to trust her- she just wanted to know who Amanda was.

  ***

  I took my reading glasses off and lay them down on the table, rubbing my eyes as I told myself I would only take a quick break. I wanted this assignment to be perfect. I needed it to be. I needed to start getting better grades. I bit my lip staring down at my notes. Once I was done taking the notes I’d find a way to organize them and type up the paper. Then I’d revise it a couple times probably; just to be safe.

  I reached for my phone as it went off.

  My brow furrowed. Unknown name.

  Do you want to meet Amanda?

  My heart skipped a beat as I stared at his message. Who was she? Was he really going to let me meet her?

  I swallowed and typed three letters. Y. E.S

  He sent me an address to meet him at, and told me to bring Kat if I wanted.

  “Kat!” I screamed as I jumped to my feet.

  She came out of her bedroom, shoes already on. “I know.” She gave me a smile.

  I stared at her, dumbstruck. “How…?”

  “How do you think he got your number?” She grinned. “Come on, let’s go. I want to know who this Amanda chick is too.”

  I laughed gently, though it wasn’t exactly a happy laugh. “Alright, just let me put some real clothes on.” I wasn’t going to go meet her in yoga pants and a sweatshirt. I wanted to look good. I wanted to prove to her why Adan might be interested in me.

  I picked a pair of light wash jeans that flared out, with a black button up shirt and I tied my hair into a bun that sat tightly against my head. I applied some red lipstick as well as some mascara and eyeliner. Nothing too extreme but enough to make a difference.

  “Alright, we can go now.” I slipped into a pair of red heels and grabbed my purse.

  “I’ll drive.” Kat said reaching for her car keys.

  “Alright.” I was too nervous to argue. My stomach was doing flips and I felt like I was about to puke. A thin layer of sweat had begun to form on my palms as we headed out the door and towards her little blue Chevy.

  I didn’t know the area very well as we drove. It was only a half hour drive, though it felt like a hell of a lot longer than that. I wanted nothing more to get there, but when we came to a stop in front of a small brick house my heart jumped into my throat. My cut turned and for a second I thought I was actually going to puke. Kat put the car into park and turned to me. “You ready for this?”

  “No.” I confessed.

  She reached out and touched my arm. “It will be okay.” She promised me.

  “Thanks.” I wasn’t sure I believed her, but that didn’t matter. It was still nice to have someone tell me it was going to be okay. Before she could say anything else, or I told her to just turn the car around, I opened my door and stepped out of the car.

  I heard her do the same as I headed towards the house. My heart raced, pounding in my ears. I looked around. I couldn’t see him anywhere outside, so he must be inside. Of course that wasn’t a surprise to me.

  I forced one foot in front of the other as I made my way towards the door. When I got there I just stopped and stared at it. I bit my lip.

  Kat reached out and pressed the doorbell for me. I glanced at her and she smiled warmly. “It will be fine.” She pr
omised again.

  I nodded, not trusting my words.

  ***

  My heart skipped a beat. When she hadn’t replied to me I didn’t think she would come.

  I scooped Amanda up into my arms and rushed for the door. My mom caught my eye as she got to the door first. She gave me a soft smile, silently trying to tell me everything would be okay. I hoped she was right but I didn’t have as much faith as she did. She reached out for the door, pulled it open and I saw her. She stared past my mom.

  She stared at me. Her eyes wide as she glanced from myself to my daughter, then back to me.

  “Yes, she’s mine.” I said.

  ***

  The woman who answered the door didn’t look that young. Was that what he was into? Was that their baby? I tried to say something, but couldn’t bring myself to. Instead I looked back at the woman as she stepped out of the way. “Please, come in.”

  “Thank you.” Kat spoke so I didn’t have.

  “Let me get you three a drink.” She smiled as she looked me over for a fraction of a second before walking away. I turned my attention to Adan.

  “So…. That’s Amanda.” I honestly wasn’t sure if I was talking about the baby or the woman. My mind raced trying to piece it all together.

  “Yes and the woman you met at the auto store was her mom.”

  So the baby was Amanda. And the woman in the auto store had been her mother, but that still didn’t explain everything. “The woman you just met is my mother. Because of our situation my mom lives with us and helps babysit for me.” He didn’t look at me. “Come, sit down. You must have some questions.”

  “I only have one.”

  He froze, looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. “What is that?”

  “Are you and Amanda’s mother involved? No, are you involved with anyone Adan?”

  “No.”

  “Then why didn’t you tell me about Amanda?” Did I seem like the type of girl that wouldn’t be okay with it? I swallowed dryly.

  “Because a lot of people aren’t willing to accept her.” He held his child tightly. “And she’s my world.”

  “Well, I’m not one of those people.”

  Epilogue

  It was a full house but it was beginning to work. Kat was with her boyfriend most of the time anyways, so that only left a few of us actually here all the time. But after eight months we’d decided there was no point in not making this change.

  I dropped down onto the bed and let out a sigh. “Alright, she’s all tucked away in bed.” Adan grabbed me, pulling me into his arms. I giggle softly as he picked back up on what we’d been doing before Amanda started to cry. Finding alone time was hard enough in a house with five people in it, let alone when one of them was a baby. I crawled on top of him, back how we had been before I had to get up. His hands traced over the curves of my body gently. I let out a deep breath, my eyes rolling back as his hands slipped lower and lower.

  His fingertip brushed my upper thigh. My eyes rolled back as I reached for his cock. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t make too much noise as a finger slipped past my folds and inside me as my fingers curled around his shaft.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  We kept rhythm with each other.

  “You’re still really wet.” He whispered gently.

  “You did a good job turning me on.” I grinned.

  “So, we shouldn’t keep up with the foreplay?” His eyes sparkled.

  I guided his cock towards my body. “No.” His finger slipped out of me seconds before his head touched my folds.

  I gasped as I lowered myself slowly onto him. He grabbed my hips, gently pulling me down. My eyes rolled back as I bit my lip, refusing to let myself moan.

  I loved the feel of him inside me, but more than anything I loved the intimacy. He froze for a fraction of a second.

  “What is it?”

  “Did you remember to take your pill tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  With one baby already taking up so much of our time Adan was ultra-paranoid about making sure I took my birth control on time and every day.

  My answer seemed to please him, because he rolled me onto my back, his cock sliding out of me gently, and pushing back in.

  This time I did gasp, my fingers tangling into the bedding.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Adan pushed into me faster and faster. Again, his hands found their way to my hips, pulling me towards him everything he slid into me. Faster. Harder.

  “Oh yes.” I muttered. I could feel myself getting so close.

  My hand reached between my legs. My finger touching my clit. I gasped as pleasured threatened to overtake me right then and there.

  He pushed into me faster and faster. With my free hand I grabbed one of his, squeezing gently as I opened my eyes to stare at him. his lips lowered to mine. A soft, intimate expression but it was enough to send me over the edge.

  I gasped, my eyes rolling back as everything went a fuzzy white. My hips buckled as my body arched. A wave of pleasure washed through my body, so intense I thought I was going to scream.

  Adan gasped, thrusting into me hard, his nails digging into my body. Another wave of pleasure surged through my body. My fingers rubbing my clit, faster and faster as I bit back the screams I wanted to let out. Adan thrust into me again. Letting out a deep breath.

  Another wave of pleasure rippled through my body, this time much more gentle. I fell against the bed gasping for breath as I opened my eyes. Even in the dark I could see him. He reached out tracing over the curves of my body as he pulled out and grabbed something for me to clean up with.

  “Thanks.”

  It only took us a couple seconds to get all cleaned up, redressed and back in bed. Adan pulled me into his arms.

  When I’d met him I never thought this was where I would be in eight months, but it had to be the best choice I’d ever made.

  The End

  Protecting the Playgirl

  Chapter One

  Jenna leaned over the railing. Wind rushed over her face. She closed her eyes. A grin slipped over her red lips. Behind her, the music throbbed, ebbed. The alcohol that coursed through her system, mixed with the pills in her purse created a delectable cocktail of heat and sensuality.

  A hand was laid on her back making her lean away from the railing. Her eyes gazed down below to the city that was bathed in blackness, dotted with lights from cars. Slowly, she turned to the person who had tapped her.

  Michael Callahan’s bright, blue eyes were gazing back at her. A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. His eyes roamed over her body in the skin tight black dress and the tall, black heels. He bit his lip. Jenna knew that look well.

  “Are you coming back to the party?”

  Jenna slipped a cigarette out of her purse. There were two of Michael now. They waved back and forth before turning back into one person. She gave a grin, slipped the cigarette between her teeth before she slipped her fingers around it.

  “Light me up?”

  Michael reached into the pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a silver, square lighter before he lit her smoke. She sucked in a breath, let the smoke burn her lungs before she pushed it out. Her fingers ran through her black, wavy hair. This was life at its finest.

  “Come back inside. You’ll fall off of this thing if you’re not careful.”

  “I’m not afraid to fly,” she said with a mischievous look in her eyes.

  Michael chuckled. “Well, you wouldn’t be flying. You’d be dead.”

  Jenna shrugged. Shaking his head, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder before leading her back towards the penthouse. She flicked her cigarette over the railing, watched the red tip float off into the night before she let herself be escorted inside.

  They’d been up all night. Dinner from nine to ten. The club from eleven to two. Now, they danced in Michael’s place. Although, it wasn’t really dancing, Jenna thought as she looked on. A girl was twisting her hips, grinding against a tall, dark hai
red man behind her. It was like that everywhere; bodies twisting, writhing, rubbing against one another.

  Jenna couldn’t help but to watch a little closer. She wanted that. Wanted the sensuality that she saw unfolding before her. Michael sat down beside her. Not from him though. His hand laid on her knee. She sighed. The woman brushed him off with a manicured hand.

  “Not tonight, Michael.”

  Her relationship with Michael was long, complicated and ugly. She pushed herself up from the couch, taking another cigarette out of her purse as she went. It was time to go home. She knew her daddy would be up, sitting in that plush, cream chair when she got home. Waiting for her. Nevermind that she was twenty-one now. Jenna knew that she would always be “daddy’s little girl.”

  Reaching into her bag, she dug out her phone. The screen lit up, making her squint against the glare. She briefly gazed at the time, three-forty five, then checked her messages. There were the usual texts from her mom, yelling at her seemingly, but her father was the type to leave a voicemail. There were three. She sighed.

  Hands gripped her shoulders. She spun around quickly, ready to tell Michael to fuck off, but the face she met wasn’t his. This man’s face was hidden, deep inside of a black hoodie that threw his features in shadows. He was gripping her arm, pulling her towards the door. Jenna’s eyes were wide, but went wider when something pressed into her side. She gazed down.

  A gun.

  “What do you want with me?” She slurred as the man hurried her along, making her stumble.

  “Shut up and keep walking.”

  “My dad is rich. I can get you the money,” she said as she realized the man was serious.

  “I said shut up!”

  The man cocked the gun. She whimpered. Her eyes searched the party, sought out some ray of hope in the crowd of oblivious party goers. No one noticed what was happening. The man tightened his grip around her arm, yanked her.