THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN AND HEAVILY EDITED. NAMES, PLACES, AND SOME SCENES WILL BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. SOME STUFF WILL BE TAKEN OUT AND SOME WILL BE ADDED.
THE INITIAL PLOT STAYS THE SAME.
So, if you begin reading as of 5/21/2021 and choose to read ahead further than I have updated-some things might be confusing or might not make sense. As of right now and will continue, slowly, adding the new chapters as I write them. CHAPTER SIXTEEN has been rewritten & updated.
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Chapter Sixteen
Austin
I don't know how I made it through the rest of the day without losing my shit on someone. For the next few hours of the day, I went on about my business in the shop, throwing around tools and muttering off curses due to my agitation with her for not telling me no when I told her to. With myself for knowing better and just not giving a damn. You want to know what was even more so agitating? I still had her fucking red, lacy panties in my front pocket. They were bunched up tightly, weighing heavily and serving as a god damn reminder that I was a fuck-up. I really did consider going out back and burning them until they were nothing but fucking ash. The thought of someone else slipping those little red lacy panties down her legs was maddening to the point that I could barely breathe.
To make matters worse, she must've called into work and had someone cover her shift because she never left like she routinely did every Thursday morning. She was so damn close and even in my anger, all I wanted to do was march up to that house, burst into her room, and beg her to continue letting me fuck her until the summer ended. I wanted to wear her down until she had no other option but to agree with me.
But I knew that wasn't going to happen- I was as stubborn as I was reckless. I'd never had to beg for anything in my entire life and I'd be damned if I'd start now. She'd already driven me to do things that weren't normal for me, but this is where I drew the line. If she didn't fucking want me, by God, so be it. I was going to take what little pride I had left and leave her the fuck alone. There were plenty of other women around here that I could unleash my aggressions on.
I didn't fucking need Elizabeth Hart.
That's why, as soon as the day wound down, I went to my room, washed my face, and changed into a button-up. Afterward, I grabbed the truck keys from the hook on my way out of the front door. When I went outside, I was relieved to see that Tommy hadn't left the property. It was his lucky fucking day. We were going to have a beer and I was going to find a woman, any woman, to take my mind off of her.
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Romance"One night. That's all I want. I promise I won't expect anything more than what you offer." She murmured, pleadingly and reached back to the zipper. Her dress slipped down and pooled at her feet, exposing her sweet little body to me. Doing m...
