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 SEVEN has been rewritten & updated.
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#There is mature content in this chapter#
Chapter Seven
Austin
I thought about her the whole god damned night. Especially after she took off running after Terra in that damn dress. I'd found her purse on the floorboard of the truck with a few beers sticking out of it. I'd been to my fair share of parties over the years-I knew the fucking sucked when you didn't have your booze to get through the night. So, I'd tried to call out to her and get her attention to no avail.
As I did it, I picked the purse up and laid it over the seat, and revealed the six-pack of Budweiser. At the time, I briefly danced around the idea of hopping out, finding the girl, and giving her the alcohol before I left. The flaps of the purse fell open and I grabbed the beer as my free hand reached opposite of me to push open the door of the truck. As I pulled it out, a small pink compact fell into the beer's cardboard holder.
When I pulled it out and observed it, my breath hitched. God damn birth control.
Sweet little Eliza Hart was on fucking birth control. I popped open the compact and observed the small pills noticing that more than half the pack was gone. I swallowed hard and dropped it back into her purse and then sat the beer back on top of it. I shoved the purse back down into the floorboard and tried to forget what I'd seen.
I quickly sped down that gravel road, forgetting about getting her the beer because I knew I'd I went into that warehouse, I knew I wouldn't leave. Nope, I'd fucking cock block the shit out of her. I'd seen the way she'd been dressed in that skimpy red dress- she looked too damn sweet. It looked like she was asking for it. I knew that look-the one that she sent me right after I told her to not do anything stupid. She looked so damn guilty before anything even happened and finding birth control pills in her fucking purse only confirmed my suspicions. And for some reason, the idea that she went to that party looking to get fucked irked my nerves.
We had a late dinner tonight. As her father sat right across from me eating a steak, I was imagining her slowly slipping out of her dress and spreading her legs for some piece of shit that wasn't fucking worthy of her virginity. Afterward, I walked out to the pond in the dark and chained smoked half a pack of smokes all while doing everything in my power to think of something other than if she was getting pleased the way she deserved to be pleased. Those thoughts only dug me deeper- I suddenly began thinking about how I could be pleasing her.
If only things were different-I'd fucking march right into that warehouse, snatch her up and fuck her until she screamed to the high heavens. But they weren't different and the last thing I needed to do was take that woman's virginity. She'd be much better off giving it to some other poor fuck. Because I'd use her and then throw her out just like all the other women in my life. She wouldn't exactly be someone I could just fuck and get out of my system like I needed to. No. If I had her like I wanted her, I'd be reminded of it every second of every single day for the rest of the summer.
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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...
