Loving the Bad Guy

r coworkers. Tears blurred her vision, leaving her feeling disoriented and raw with emotion. Each breath

ad, her tear-streaked gaze meeting Nathan's with a mixture of fear and desperation. "What the hel..." His brow furrowed in co

unspoken tension crackling in the air between them. Stacy's heart pounded in her che

hasty apology before turning and fleeing from the building. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving a

unexpected encounter. The air crackled with tension, the weight of unspoken wor

.........

tion, ready to reprimand whoever had bumped into him. However, as he looked into her

e, there was an undeniable beauty to Stacy that Nathan couldn't ignore. Her tear-streaked cheeks and trem

t the impulse to chase after her, knowing that maintaining a professional distance was paramount in their situation. Yet, suppr

fessional obligations he couldn't afford to ignore. With a nod and a handshak

longer. Ignoring the rational voice in his head, he stepped outside, scanning the

hreatened to unleash their burden at any moment. The distant rumble of thunder adde

t the bustling cityscape. With each passing moment, his apprehension gre

ner, he caught a glimpse of Stacy, her silhouette hunched over, lost in her own thoughts. Despite th

ixture of anticipation and trepidation. As he entered the warm, inviting interior, the ar

distractions faded into the background. With a steadying breath, Nathan approached her, the cacophon

ent in the way she hastily gathered her belongings, her movements frantic and erratic. He could feel

regret. He reached out a hand, as if to gently restrain her, but hesi

ed her pain, though the extent of it was still unclear to him. Yet, despite her obvious desire to escape, h

took a step closer, careful not to intrude upon her personal space, his eyes pleadi

an is confused wondering where all of that was coming from "Excuse me??" He said in confusion and a hint of anger at what Stacy was insinuating, "you just go about, sleeping with every wo

Oh my gosh I'm such a whore! And to think that the sex meant something deeper" Nathan's confusion deepened at Stacy's accusations, his brows furrowing in

truggled to comprehend her accusations. "I never meant to... I would never treat you like that, w

dening gap between them. Yet, despite his efforts, he found himself at a loss for wo

arcasm,rage and irritation. "Who's Camille?" Nathan asked, brows furrowed, "Ughh! Millie Millers or whatever the rest of you cal

isn't she??" Stacy was shocked at the realization and at tha

d, his voice tinged with desperation as he reached out to grasp her trembling hand. "Millie... She's my ex, but she's also a master manipulator. She

rnest expression and the tumult of emotions swirling within her. "But... w

ind the right words. "I don't know, Stacy. Maybe she's still bitter about our breakup,

he fought to reconcile her feelings with the truth before her. "But what about...

"It was... unplanned," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "I never meant for things to

flicting emotions coursing through her veins. "Do you regret it?" sh

ngs for her. "Never," he vowed, his voice filled with sincerity. "Stacy, I care about you more than words c

words to express the tumult of emotions swirling within her. "I'm sorry for accus

her cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. "I

aze, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I care about you too, Nathan," she

ing their moment of vulnerability and connection. But neither Stacy nor

pieces of a puzzle. And as their lips met in a passionate embrace, the rain poured down around them, washing a