[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

Kale s dimple appeared.  Thank you. The words mirrored his smile as he scooped her back
into his arms. His bare chest and tight arms held her so tightly that they squeezed all thoughts from her
head leaving only the need she had for him. She slipped her hands over the sharp angles of his hips
and over the deep mountains of his stomach. She titled her head up, ran her tongue over the stubble of
his chin and tasted his salty skin. He groaned and she felt his erection spring back to life against her
stomach. She couldn t help trying her luck one last time so she slid her hand down his shorts and
grabbed his thick length in her hand.
 Baby&  Kale started to protest and he gently pulled her hand up out of his shorts.
As per her usual, Jordan took that moment to come bounding through the door, interrupting them
once again.  Oh, um& sorry& 
Kale leaned down and whispered in Ronnie s ear,  Now I m all wound up.
 Serves you right for denying me, she smirked.
 Alright, Sweetheart, he laughed.  I ll see you tomorrow.
After Kale walked out of the locker room, Jordan fixed her wide eyed arched eyebrows at
Ronnie.
 Don t even. Ronnie spat.
 Alright, alright.
 So what s up, you looked like you were on a mission when you stormed in here.
 Oh& yeah& well& 
 Spit it out Jordan, Ronnie reprimanded, taking her annoyance for her sexual frustration out on
Jordan.
 Mic called, he s been trying to get a hold of you.
 At 7:45 in the morning? I didn t know Mic knew how to function this early in the morning. What
did he want?
 Well, um& 
Ronnie just narrowed her eyes at her friend; she seriously needed to get on with it already.
 Brandon has been calling the shop and now he has started calling Mic s cell phone. Her voice
held an apology as if her words would slice open an old wound. They kind of did.
 When the fuck did Brandon start calling the shop? And why didn t anyone tell me?
 A few days ago, but Mic took care of it. He didn t want you to get upset and he told that son of
a bitch to leave you the hell alone. He had his calls blocked from the shop line, but now that he is
trying to get a hold of you through his cell phone, Mic thought you should know.
 Fucking asshole. Okay, thanks Jordy.
 You alright? she asked softly, and Ronnie hated that Jordan had commiseration toward her.
Ronnie planted an indifferent expression on her face and strutted toward the locker room door.
 Yep, I m good. And she was going to be, even if it fucking killed her.
*****
 So you want to explain to me why you thought it was fucking smart to keep the little fact that
Brandon was blowing up the shop phone from me? Ronnie asked as she stormed into Mic s room.
Everyone else was gone for the night so it was finally safe for Ronnie to unleash her wrath. She
couldn t believe her best friend would hide the fact that her ex-fiancé was repeatedly calling. And
what pissed her off even more was that she wanted to know what Brandon wanted. She didn t want to
care, she didn t want to give a shit, but she did.
 You don t need to talk to his sorry ass, Angel. What could he possibly have to say to you that
would fucking matter anyway? Mic pulled the transfer paper of the last portion of his back piece out
of the drawer in his filing cabinet next to the counter and slammed it shut.
 Well the last time I checked I was still in control of my own decisions. I could ve handled
him.
 But I didn t want you to have to deal with him if you didn t have to. I took care of it. If you
wanted to stay in touch with him then you shouldn t have changed your phone number. Mic stood up
and stepped past Ronnie into the hall.
Ronnie stepped into the doorway.  What did he want, Mic? What did he say? Her voice was
soft and she could hear the sad pathetic plea in her tone and she wanted to cruse and scream and bawl
her eyes out for letting Brandon get to her once again.
Mic stopped dead in his tracks and turned back to her until he was standing right in front of her.
 I don t know, Angel. I didn t ask and he probably wouldn t have told me even if I would have.
 He was your friend too, Mic.
 I renounced that title from him the second he fucked you over. He fucking destroyed you. I could
never be friends with anyone who would hurt you.
 Because I let him destroy me. He was all I ever knew. He was all I ever had. Until him, I lived
with a woman who was always so drunk she could never remember my name. I didn t have any
girlfriends. They were either jealous bitches who treated me like a freak, or they succumbed to the
trailer trash druggies they were destined for. And the guys, they just wanted to fuck me. I was alone.
Completely fucking alone.
She sighed and her voice lowered.  Then I met Brandon and he changed everything for me. He
gave me hope for a life other than the shithole that was burying me alive. Then he gave it to me only to
rip it out from under me when he fucked the first woman who would spread her legs for him. Ronnie
sagged her body against the doorframe letting it hold her weight as she focused on keeping the weak
tears in the back of her eyes.
 Did you love him, Ronnie, or did you love the idea of him? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

  • zanotowane.pl
  • doc.pisz.pl
  • pdf.pisz.pl
  • spraypainting.htw.pl