Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
I may not have offered her words of comfort, or apology for the way I fucked up her life, but I’m pretty sure no one in that fucked up town she came from was fucking as often as her little ass was or would be in the future. You’re welcome cupcake.
The thing that fucked with my head is that she let me. She never turned me away, not that I would let her, not even when she was hurting.
I fucked around one night and fucked into her cervix and that shit hurt worst than busting her cherry if her screams were any indication.
But once she healed and wasn’t walking like there was a barrel between her legs, she became a fuck hound too. The girls loves to fuck. The deeper the better.
Chapter 8
We came back to the states and our lives fell into a routine. She went back to her lame ass job at a real estate agency in the next town over and I went back to what the fuck it is I do. Which is nobody’s business.
The luxury car dealership I’d opened to make the world think I was a legitimate businessman could run itself for all I gave a fuck, but I noticed a strange thing once we got back.
Being around her Pollyanna ass was having a strange affect on me. She made me want to be better and shit. I started to see the world through new eyes.
Now that I didn’t have the cover of my anger to hide behind I started looking at her, at us, and what the fuck it is that I had done.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret one fuck I did. But I don’t think I’d thought this shit through. For one I didn’t expect to feel shit for her, not like this.
A pussy is a pussy as far as I’ve always been concerned. I’ve never been attached to one of those shits or the legs they came attached to, so being married to some strange didn’t matter much to me. But I’m fucked if I wasn’t hooked on hers.
Those first few weeks it took some getting used to being back in the town where everyone knew what had gone down between me, and her sister.
Me being the colossal asshole I am I hadn’t given much thought to what that shit would be like for her. Until I started noticing her stooped shoulders and long face whenever she came home in the evenings.
“Hey, what the hell’s wrong with you?” I pulled her into my chest that Friday of the first week we’d been back. It was the first time outside of bed that I’d approached her like this.
It wasn’t because I didn’t have those annoying ass tender feelings towards her, but because every time she got close I ended up fucking balls deep into her.
But that look on her face was the first time in months that I felt like committing murder. Again, nobody’s fucking business how I live my life. You do you I’ma do me.
‘Talk to me. What’s with that look? Somebody fuck with you?” She shook her head against my chest but her arms got a little tighter around me.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” I heard the first sniffle and my mind was already going to the safe in the closet for my nine.
I pushed her head back and saw the red eyes and sad puppy dog look and my hackles rose. “What the fuck happened to you? And don’t tell me nothing because that’ll only make this shit worst.”
Interpretation. Tell me who the fuck put that look on your face or I’ll level the whole fucking town. The asshole’s bound to be among the bunch whoever he or she is.
“It’s nothing really. I just didn’t expect people to whisper about me all around town.”
“What people, what are they saying?” Tyler you fuck. You should’ve expected shit like this to happen.
“I’m a laughing stock. Everyone knows you only married me to get back at Tammy, that you don’t really have feelings for me.” Who the fuck is Tammy? Oh the sister.
“Who’s everyone?” I wanted to ask her if that’s what she thought as well, but why bother? Why the fuck wouldn’t she? I haven’t exactly had that conversation with her.
“Just…everyone.” She put her head back on my chest and I kissed her hair. Domesticated fuck! I didn’t press her because it didn’t seem like she wanted to talk. Something I was gonna have to work with her on. I’m not used to my orders being disobeyed.
But from that night on I made sure to show this damn town how wrong they were. I started by taking her shopping the next day. Where better to see and be seen than the town square on a Saturday morning?