Chapter 1

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Welcome to my newest story!

Let me start by saying that throughout this whole book there will be mature content -
-swearing
-mild sexual content
-extreme sexual content

This book's character's relationship does have an age gap, so if you do not enjoy reading content like this, you do not have to read it.

I will try and upload every Friday night, and if not it should be up Saturday morning.

The photo today is our beautiful Paisley, modeled by the gorgeous Alexis Ren .

Thank you, enjoy!

-A

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"Paisley, time to get up! We have news to tell you, you're gonna want to hear this!"

I let out a miserable groan as I hear my mother call me from downstairs.

Rolling over into my back, my eyes hardly opening up to look at my baby blue ceiling.

"Why can't you just tell me from right here?" I yell back before rolling back over onto my side, trying to get some more sleep.

"Paisley! Up. Now. Come on, your father and I have something to tell you!"

Releasing another groan that has a striking resemblance to what I imagine a wounded animal would sound, I slowly sit up and put my feet on the floor.

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I call out, "Fine fine! I'm up."

Shuffling my feet over to my bathroom, I hear my mom say with a chuckle, "Oh, and we have company, so don't come out looking like a zombie."

"Who?"

Company? Who could we have over at nine am on a Saturday morning?

"Travis, Heath, and Gavin."

Rolling my eyes, I groan at my mother's enthusiasm for seeing the three men.

Those three and my dad were all coworkers, but are also very close friends.

Travis and Gavin I see more than Heath, I haven't seen him since he got sent off to west Texas for a job a year and a half ago.

I quickly do my business on the toilet before looking into the mirror.

My wheat blonde hair was a complete mess of tangles and knots all the way down to my butt, my eyes had left over makeup smeared underneath them, and I'm pretty sure that that is dried up drool on the corner of my mouth.

Hot. Real hot.

I grab a brush and attempt to brush out the rats nest on my head, key word being attempt, really all I accomplished was making it frizz up and tangle in different spot. Bun it is.

A makeup wipe does the trick for removing all the left over mascara on my under eyes, brushing my teeth and washing my face entirely removes the crust from around my mouth.

Grabbing my makeup bag I apply minimal makeup to my face, mascara on my lashes, framing my hazel eyes, and only enough concealer to cover my dark circles from lack of sleep and a fun new zit that decided to form on the left side of my forehead.

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