Bittersweet

Bittersweet: Chapter Nine

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 NINE has been rewritten & updated.

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Chapter Nine

Austin

The sun was peeking through the sheer curtains on the window, keeping me from sleep. If I had to be honest, I wasn't exactly sleeping anyways. No-I hadn't slept a wink last night. I'd been tossing and turning for the past few hours, realizing that sleep just wasn't in store for me. As soon as I'd made it into my bedroom last night, I began stripping my clothing off. I needed to cleanse myself of her. Even after she was long gone away from me, her aroma lingered. It was as if her scent was burned in my nose. My hands smelled of her sweet arousal. My skin and clothing smelled of her delightful lavender fragrance.

She was fucking everywhere. And as much as I should have hated it, it was the best god damned smell I'd ever come across.

It wasn't until I noticed the dried blood on my boxers, evidence that she was no longer a virgin, that realization hit me. Suddenly, I felt nauseated. Regret consumed me and I intended to wash every single trace of her off of me as soon as I stepped into that scalding shower. Every inch of my body knew that she deserved better than that.

As it would turn out, I was the one that I was so worried about getting to Hart last night. No one else but me. For that, I was a worthless piece of shit. I'd never felt... Shame like I did last night when I pulled her body to mine, and she sobbed into my chest like she regretted it. I wouldn't blame her if she did because I regretted taking something that should have been special to her.

Everything I was feeling was so damn unfamiliar that I literally didn't know how to comprehend it.

Routinely, I'd have a woman and never think about them again. As disgusting as it sounds, I knew for a fact that if I tried, I'd never been able to name all the women that I'd bedded in the past. It was just my thing- I didn't care about the woman, I didn't care about the details. Nope. I cared about how their pussy felt around my cock or how quickly they could get me off. God knows, I'd done a lot of shitty things to many different women in my lifetime, but this one took the cake. I'd deflowered the farmer's daughter and I'd fucking enjoyed it so damn much that I came home and fucked my fist again as I flipped through every single recollection of it.

I needed to get a damn grip. I'd spent the better part of the night thinking about her- and that was new for me.

My eyes snapped open, and I was pulled from my thoughts at the sound of Ellis beating on my door. As soon as I heard the aggressive pounding, my heart dropped into my stomach. Fuck, he knew. I might as well have packed my fucking bags as soon as we'd arrive home last night. Apart of me, deep down, knew that as everything happened last night that she wouldn't keep quiet about what we did, and at the time, I didn't give a rat's ass. All I'd cared about was getting inside of her.

I didn't immediately answer him- I took a moment to reach up and run my hands over my face roughly. I was too worried that he had found out what I'd done to his sweet daughter last night to speak a damn word. Once again, I'd acted on impulse when it came to getting my dick wet. I hadn't even been here a full seven days and I was more than likely about to get sent right back to where I came from. And fuck, that was if he didn't shoot me dead first.