Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
He probably thinks I’m hip and fun all the time with my pink hair and ripped-up clothes. That I’m a rebel or something. I suppose at times I can be, but what happens when the thrill starts to fade and the expectation of who he thinks I am or wants me to be starts to settle in?
There are always expectations. Believe me, I know firsthand from growing up with my parents. The only person that has never put them on me was Grams. Even Blake was a little intimidated by me at first, but then I grew on her. I mean, she kinda had no choice, considering we were stuck in a room together. There was no other option but to get to know the real person. Thankfully, we loved who that other person was. In a weird way, Blake and I fit even with us looking opposite.
If I really think about it, Eros and I actually do fit from the outside glancing in. Two artists who have a few quirks. But really, I don’t think I’m that quirky. In fact, I love watching scary movies and knitting in my free time with Grams.
I’m in two online romance book groups even though I tell everyone that love is for suckers. It’s not my fault that I can’t stop reading them. Eros doesn’t really know me at all. I’m afraid when he finally does, I won’t be so unique anymore. I think part of my style is me and another part is to rebel against my mom and dad. They still somehow have this control over me. Those damn expectations are always lurking around every corner.
I’m going to get my heart broken. The one I’ve spent most of my life protecting. I’ve got loving trust issues, a therapist once told me. Obviously, I never went back 'cause what she was laying down is that I don’t think my own parents really love me so I don’t think others can either. Who wants to own having Mommy and Daddy issues? Plus have to pay to have someone tell you that you have those issues? No thanks.
Ever so slowly, I untangle myself from Eros’ hold and get out of the bed. I give a small wince at the tenderness between my thighs. The man really gave my body a workout. The way he couldn’t seem to get deep enough, how he took over. It was all so consuming. I let go and allowed him to take over. The first time was dirty and raw.
The second time I woke to his mouth between my legs. He brought me to orgasm twice. I tried to return the favor, but he wouldn’t let me, saying my pussy needed rest. I tried to protest, but he started rubbing my back, and it had been lights out again for me.
Now I’m doing the walk of shame, I suppose, but I don’t feel shame over it. I enjoyed every second of it, but I know that I’ve got to let this man go. I pull on one of his shirts then find my pants and shoes. My bag sits on the floor completely forgotten about. I’m sure my phone is filled with messages.
“I’ll miss you.” I pick up Gremlin and give him a kiss on top of his head. I wish I could add water and get one for myself. I should think about going to the shelter and adopting one of my own. It might be fun to have a cat to drive Grams’ fancy Welsh corgis crazy. I place him back on the counter before heading out the door.
I pause when I see a pretty, dark-haired woman coming out from her place next door. She gives me a glare. I’m sure she has a crush on Eros, so I can’t blame her, but still jealousy unlike I’ve ever felt before bubbles up inside of me. It’s worse than when the other kids' parents would show up to visit at school and mine never would. Grams always did, but my parents’ visits were few and far between, and I think the times they did come were only because Grams put some pressure on my father.
When I make it to my car, I freeze when I see a flash followed by another. I turn, trying to see who the hell is taking pictures of me. Fucking great. I look around but don’t see anyone. They must have taken off, and I didn’t get a good look. The hell? It’s either some creep or I’m going to be on page five of one of the local blogs. I have no clue how they still pull me into the social world when I never go out and play, but they do at times.
I’m not shocked when I walk into the house as the sun is finally coming up and Grams is sitting in the kitchen drinking her morning tea. Both she and Alfred give me knowing looks.