Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I am a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. I live in the one and only trailer park in town, with a mother who is always drunk and having inappropriate relations with random guys all over the house. Hell, some of them try to come into my room when she has passed out, which is when I learned to stuff a chair under my door knob.
I have been working since I forged my mom’s signature on a worker’s permit so I could wait tables at the diner. Every dime I make I save. When I turned sixteen, I opened one of those High School savings accounts and that is where all of my checks go. My goal is to save enough to leave this place and find somewhere to live while working and going to community college.
Then Cobi happened. Despite all of my protests, my attempts to ignore his six foot two, dark haired self and my refusal to date him, he wore me down. No, that’s a lie. He swooped in, rescued me, and never let me go.
From the first moment he talked to me, he has been a bossy asshole, telling me what to do, what not to do and taking care of me. It felt different, weird and new and I loved it. The first time one of his teammates tried to start a conversation with me, once word got out we were dating, he flipped his shit. He stood up in the cafeteria and announced I was his. I was his girl, his woman, his property. All questions, comments or conversations with anyone who didn’t have a pussy needed to go through him first. Can we say mortifying, but also oddly hot?
Right after making that scene, he took me into an empty classroom, and fucked me right up against the door. The entire time he was chanting mine. Thank God I had already lost my virginity to him.
The first time he took me home he introduced me to his parents as his future wife, I elbowed him, positive his parents would balk at that and turn their nose up when they found out where I lived, but instead his mom embraced me and whispered in my ear that her son is much like his father. I had no idea what she meant by that, but the more time I spent in their house, the more I come to understand. His father is dominant. Commanding. Bossy. Like Cobi, but neither of them do it just because they can. It is always to protect the women in their lives.
For example, we were eating dinner one night and his mother dropped her napkin on the floor. She bent down to pick it up and he pushed her chair back and placed his hand on the corner of the table, all to protect her head. I swooned so hard.
Then, Cobi and I went out with his Cousin Louis and his girlfriend Cecelia to dinner. Cobi and I were sitting by a wall, and I threw my head back to laugh at something and he put his hand behind my head so I wouldn’t hit it. My heart burst open that day. That was the day I fell in love with him. The little things he does to protect me or make me happy is what counts.
Which is why what I am about to do later today, is going to kill me on the inside, but I will sacrifice the pain to protect his future. It is the least I can do.
Dressed in what he picked out for me, I go into the bathroom to do my routine. Routine. That sounds like a funny word. I didn’t know women had beauty routines until his mother took me to Sephora and bought me all sorts of skincare and fragrances. She showed me how to use makeup and even bought me things for my hair.
Once I feel like I can smile even though I am dying inside, I walk downstairs. “There she is.” His mother says, embracing me and kissing my cheeks. “How are you this morning?” she asks, holding my hand while we walk to the table. I notice she is overly motherly lately, and I am a little confused.
“I am fine. Just another day,” I answer, looking at everyone. His parents smile at me, but Cobi is eyeing me suspiciously and it is making me a bit uneasy. I don’t like anything but his loving gaze and that predatory primal part of him that calls to me.
“Excellent. If that changes honey you come see me immediately, alright?” My mind begins to go through her words looking for hidden meanings because this is beginning to get weird. I mean they have always been nice to me and everything, but she is being overly…something and it is making me feel cornered. It could also be my guilt. So, instead of answering her, I nod my head and grab a piece of toast from the counter. I pull the pot of ginger tea I asked Cobi for last week and pour myself some, before heading toward the door.