Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
The Reverend is a rich and powerful man in this town. There’s no way a guy like me would ever have a chance with his daughter. But I just can’t help myself. It’s like a powerful force is pulling me toward her, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“So are we building this house for you?” I ask, stepping up behind her. She whirls around, startled, still on her phone with whoever it is. Her little jump causes her breasts to bounce, which in turn causes my cock to throb with excitement.
Christ, she really is unbelievable.
“I’ll talk to you later,” she whispers into the phone, then quickly hangs up. She looks at me, and I feel my gut clench. It’s like looking into the depths of a painting done by one of the old masters. There’s no scale that could measure her beauty.
“Yes, actually,” she says, her smile tinged with something like sadness. “It is actually.”
“Seriously?” I reply. “Because I was just joking.”
She blushes and nods, looking down at her feet. Converse Chuck Taylors. New and not beat up. I guess she likes to look the part of a local girl who doesn’t come from money.
“Yeah, no, seriously,” she replies, stuttering slightly. “This is where I’ll be living with my new husband.”
She waves her arms ceremoniously and spins in a celebratory fashion, as though mocking everything she just said. However, the word husband hits me right in the gut like a blow from the hammer I was just holding.
There’s no way. I can tell by just looking at her she’s too young. This chick looks like she just graduated high school. How could she be betrothed already?
“Husband? How old are you?”
“Eighteen.” She shrugs, clearly on to what I’m getting at.
Rage fills me. I’ve never seen a girl so perfect in my life, and she’s already promised to another man? What kind of cruelty is the universe tormenting me with?
“And you’ve already found someone to marry?” I look down at her hand.
“I don’t know if I’d say that.” She glances over my shoulder, and I turn back to see the boys staring at us. “I assume they told you who my father is?”
“Ah.” I nod. “The great Reverend Tuttle.”
She lets out a sigh and runs a hand through her hair, revealing more of her gorgeous face.
“The great Reverend Tuttle,” she repeats. “Well when your father is a reverend, when he’s great, he picks a husband for you.”
My rage soars. The hatred I already had for the Reverend skyrockets. Picking a husband for his 18-year-old daughter? What kind of a father forces his eighteen-year-old daughter into a marriage? Imagine the cruelty. The narcissism.
I glance down at her hands, both of them clean.
“I don’t see a ring. Please, tell me you’re joking…”
The sound of a loud car engine cuts Michelle off before she can respond. A flashy black Benz speeds up beside us and parks. The passenger side window rolls down to reveal the driver, Jerry Williams; a blond-haired, blue-eyed, college-aged boy with way too much fake tanner on. He’s wearing a Rolex and glaring at me like I’m worlds beneath him.
“Michelle!” he shouts over the rap music blaring from within. “Let’s go! Now!” He even snaps his fingers at her like she’s his trained dog.
I’ve never met Jerry personally, but I know who he is. And I want to drive my fist into his nose. I’ve met other rich, pompous dicks in my life, but Jerry and his family take the cake.
Michelle glances back at me and sighs. “Listen, I gotta go.”
She reaches out for the handle of the car door, and I blurt out, “Casey. My name’s Casey.”
The hint of a smile crosses her juicy lips. “Michelle. But you already knew that.”
I smile back. “I’ll see you, Michelle.”
“See you.”
I watch as she opens the door and slides into the brand-new Benz. The guy driving immediately grabs her thigh and squeezes.
That is her future husband?
The window goes up, and the car speeds off, leaving me standing there feeling like I’ve been kicked in the balls.
Well that was life-altering. As will be her marriage to that jerk. That is, if I don’t do something to stop it.
2
MICHELLE
“Who the hell was that guy?” I look over at Jerry, who is clearly already fired up. He’s doing that thing where he sucks his lower teeth that he does when he’s pissed about something.
“Just one of the workers.” I shrug, averting my eyes.
“Oh, one of the workers?” he repeats. “You talk to workers now? About what? Two-by-fours? Cement mixtures and foundation pours?”
His grip on my thigh tightens to the point where it’s actually starting to hurt. “You know you belong to me now right, Michelle? I’m your man.”
“Yes, I know–I know that, Jerry,” I reply. I try to wriggle out of his grasp, but that only causes him to tighten his grip.