All Chapters of IN BED WITH HER : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DRE’S P.O.VThe second the bell rings, I snap my laptop shut, gather my books and say goodbye to Ruth, and only her.“Bye, Ruth,” I say, forcing a smile. I don’t even glance at Luke.I can feel his eyes on me as I walk away, but I don’t care. Fuck Luke.I’m halfway down the hallway when the embarrassment and hurt start to sting. Ruth knew about the villa, the vineyard and the damn field, too. She knew about all of it, and she’s been there multiple times with Luke. Meanwhile, I — his so-called best friend — had never even heard of the place, not until he took me there.I thought we told each other everything.Apparently not.Does he just take every girl he wants to fuck to his father’s fancy villa? Is that his move?The thought makes me feel cheap, like our trip wasn’t special at all. Like I was just another girl he brought there for the same reasons he used to bring Ruth.My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and see Luke’s name.*Can I talk to you, please, Dre?*There’s absol

DRE’S P.O.VBefore I can read the text, a call comes through. The same number used to text me is the same one calling now.I stare at my screen, watching the words “unknown” appear boldly.I can’t talk to Nate, I just can’t, not after everything he did.I decline the call, but he calls again immediately. And again. On the fourth ring, my stupid fingers betray me and I answer.“Andrea!” Nate sounds like he can’t even believe I actually answered the phone.I stay quiet, tears already prickling behind my eyes, while listening to what he has to say. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” he whispers desperately on the phone. “I’m a fucking asshole, Andrea, and I know you hate me.” His voice breaks instantly, and his breath gets ragged.“I treated you badly, and I know I deserve what’s happening.”I’m already crying quietly. The sound of his voice brings everything back“So why do you want my help?” I ask. “You deserve everything that’s happening, so let it happen.”“Baby, please, this is serious,” he w

DRE’S P.O.VI sit in the back of the maths classroom, surrounded by Silver and a few other members of the competition team. They’re deep in discussion about strategies for the upcoming competition, probability questions, time management, and common trick questions. Silver is animated, gesturing wildly with her pen as she explains something about modular arithmetic.I nod along, pretending to listen.But my mind is nowhere near maths.All I can think about is Luke.His journal and those unhinged, obsessive notes he wrote about me. The way he knew things, I never told anyone. And then last night.The memory replays each time I try to focus on anything else. Luke on top of me, two thick fingers buried knuckles- deep inside me, fucking me so roughly that the bed was wet beneath us. The way he curled them, hitting that spot over and over. How I fell apart completely, crying, shaking, soaking his entire hand while sobbing his name.I press my thighs together under the desk, heat flooding m

LUKE’S P.O.VI look up from my laptop once the door opens. Dre walks into the room with her bag and laptop clutched in her arms.“Hey,” I greet, as she drops her things on her bed.“Hey, did you meet my mum at home?”“No, I didn’t.”She nods, kicking off her shoes.She doesn’t say much afterwards, floating from point to point from her bed to the wardrobe, then to the bathroom to change, shutting the door behind her.I stare at my phone screen, coming out of my chat with Ian, then to the one with her. I go over the last text I sent to her, when she left Ruth and me to go to the library.*I can take you home after tutoring. We can eat after too.*In tiny mocking words at the bottom, the word “seen.”It stings seeing the word, but I’m deciding to give the benefit of doubt. Maybe she saw it and forgot to text back. Maybe she wanted to call. Maybe the text didn’t go through. I hope it's anything but her ignoring me.Dre comes out of the bathroom, changes into comfortable clothes while dump

DRE’S P.O.VI wake up completely bundled in the warmth from Luke’s body.His strong, muscular arms are wrapped tightly around me. One draped over my waist, and the other tucked underneath my head. His firm chest rises and falls steadily against my back, and I can feel the steady thump of his heartbeat through it.I lie there, letting myself enjoy the feel of him. Eventually, I turn in his arms until I’m facing him. He hasn’t woken up; still breathing softly.I study his face, eyes following his sharp, perfectly defined jawline. There’s a faint dimple in his left cheek that barely ever shows, only when he smiles really wide. His face is chiselled, unfairly handsome up close like this. His eyebrows are dark and thick, relaxed in sleep. I notice something I’ve never really paid attention to before: his tiny, very light freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. They’re so faint I probably never saw them because I’ve never been this close.His eyelashes are long and dark, resting del