Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Spending those few days on the road with Clay and Dove, I learned a lot about how they operate. Everyone knows their spot and the way the club checks in continually, they really are a family. At first, I have to admit, I wished I had my purse with my identification so I could have gotten on a plane straight home. But when Chuck took me, he left my purse behind, this meant flying was no longer an option for me.
The ride, though, I learned that Dove looks mean and scary but he’s hilarious. He definitely loves to be naked and talk about his dick more than anyone I’ve ever met. There were moments where I really want to bring Dove back home with me and pretend he’s my boyfriend just to watch my family lose their ever loving minds. While he’s funny, he doesn’t carry himself with the manners the members of my family expect from everyone.
Listening to the calls and having the Hellions queen herself, Doll call me personally to check on me, well, I have a different sense of things now. They genuinely care about the people in their circle. From what Dove explained, since Clay claimed me, that makes me matter to all of them.
It’s weird if you ask me.
Being claimed that is.
Sex with Clay is off the charts good. But I don’t belong to anyone. That shit stopped the day I moved out of my momma’s house. I didn’t belong to her or anybody. It is me having my adulting card. Sure, sometimes I would like to trade it in and not have to pay bills. But I chose to move out and make my life for myself as an adult. No one gets to put a claim on anything I do except me.
Yeah, I’m still struggling with that part of things.
I want to move on. I want to forget the invasion of my home, my privacy, my life. I want to be Sara Jean Sweeting, basic broad with two dogs, twelve chickens, and a goat living in a small ranch house down the street from my whole family.
The Tahoe sitting in my driveway belongs to Clay. Honey is ordering parts, which she is amazing. I don’t know shit about cars, but she has taken her time to explain to me what was wrong and how she’s going to fix it. Unfortunately, getting parts since the pandemic is a longer process now. Which means I have to wait. I borrowed Carrie’s car which is newer than mine, but not brand new because I don’t want to drive the one Clay left me.
It just feels weird.
I can take care of myself. I don’t need him or his car.
This is my first weekend back at the farmer’s festival in Fayetteville. I usually do pretty good with my gourmet pecans, but I’ve missed two weekends and I hope my customers haven’t moved on.
My side business with my sister is Avenue Gourmet Pecans. We planted these pecan trees on the family farm when we were in elementary school. Watching them grown and now produce and abundance of pecans, we took things a step further and made a business from it. Not only do we sell whole pecans, shelled pecans, but also specialty pecans. My personal favorite are the cinnamon sugar candied pecans while Carrie is diehard for the chocolate covered ones. Either way, they are a hit at the local fairs and farmer’s markets.
Since her engagement she doesn’t do much with the business anymore. She says it was my brainchild and passion project therefore she wants me to continue on freely without her. It’s a lot of work alone, but I refuse to give it up.
Especially after coming home. I crave normalcy and getting back to my business is the best thing I can think of to do that.
The signs and racks don’t fit as easily in her Chevy Malibu mostly because I don’t have the practice doing it like my car. Once I’m loaded, I get to the festival, find my booth and set up.
The day is going pretty good when I get this feeling someone is staring at me. Looking up, I find him.
Instantly, my body comes to life.
“Hey sweets, didn’t expect you to be here,” Clay greets.
What is it about this man that I can’t escape?
“Just tryin’ to make a livin’, Sweets.”
Thankfully, I can’t continue this conversation as I have a customer come up so I give them my attention. Only Clay doesn’t take the cue to leave, instead he steps around behind my display and starts selling my pecans with me.
I don’t know whether to throw pecans at his head or simply say thank you for the help because I am too busy to do this on my own it turns out.
Before the festival ends for the day, thanks to Clay and his brothers selling with me, I sell completely out of my on hand stock and take a long list of shipping orders to take care of once I’m back home.