Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
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Now here we are weeks later and I was still no closer to a solution. If her home life wasn’t so fucked up I maybe could’ve bought us some more time, but I knew I was in a fucked up position there too.
Crystal for all her years, was still very much a little girl. She hated to share me with anyone or anything. It tore a hole in my gut to think of hurting her. But now there was someone else in my heart, another young girl who’d found her way there for entirely different reasons.
Brianna hadn’t had it as easy as Crystal and though I had to drag every detail out of her, I knew enough to know that all was not right at home. I needed to get her out of there as soon as possible, as much as I needed to claim her for all the world to see.
I flung myself off the bed totally disgusted with myself. I’ve always prided myself on my decisiveness and that upfront take charge manner I was known for. Where was that guy now that I needed him most? If it was anyone else, anyone at all, but it wasn’t, it was the little girl who had once told me that I didn’t love her enough.
Hearing that shit from your kid even if she’s too young to know what she’s saying, stays with you forever. And if you’re anything like me, you do everything in your power to prove different.
My phone rang breaking me out of my reverie. I frowned when the readout said Priscilla. What the fuck did my ex want? we tended to avoid each other like the plague, only getting together when it involved our daughter, and since she’s lived with me we hadn’t had to have one of these little meetings. I answered the phone expecting her to fuck with the rest of my already fucked up day.
Chapter 6
BRIANNA
Almost a month and I’m still pinching myself. It seems so surreal sometimes, like something I dreamed up like I used to when I was a kid. But no, this was no dream, I could still feel him leaking out of me, he cums a lot. I would’ve cleaned up after but he likes me to carry his scent all day, so I only brush my hair and clean up my thighs from being so sticky. Everything else stays as is.
I can’t say that I hate the feeling, I kinda like the fact that I’m walking around in the open with part of him inside me. it usually takes a few hours for the glow to wear off, and lately I was beginning to think that some of my classmates might be growing suspicious of what I’ve been getting up to in the afternoons. It sure beat cheering practice, which I no longer missed.
Anyway I know that some people have noticed the change in me and though no one has said anything as yet, it’s only a matter of time. Some days I’m sorely tempted to take matters into my own hands and just tell Crystal the truth. But then I remember how new our relationship is Gabe’s and mine, and I get cold feet.
What if he gets so mad that he can never forgive me? And what if like he says, she’s completely against it? would he leave me? he says no but I don’t have a very good track record with anyone being loyal to me.
Am I being selfish to want him to let the world know we’re in love? I don’t think so. I do have a little resentment against Crystal for standing in the way of that but can you blame me? She’s his daughter not his wife, why should it matter to her who’s in his bed?
She’s my friend, but she can be a tad bit selfish where her dad’s concerned. If I wasn’t so in love with him, if I were just out for a good time the way I thought this thing was gonna go when it first started, I would be okay with that, but my heart was involved.
He says he understands but then he has me playing the waiting game. I wasn’t being this way because my own father was a dick who only remembered me when he was drunk and needed a punching bag while mom was at work.
We were the clichéd white trailer trash, everyone who knew us looked down their noses at us, that’s when they weren’t feeling sorry for us. I didn’t set off to land myself a rich guy. Okay maybe I’ve had moments when I daydreamed of some white knight coming to my rescue and taking me away from my misery, but I had outgrown that shit by the time I was twelve, which was about the time I learned that life was not a fairytale.