Page 20 of His Big Bad Stick

Abrielle

THE PAST PART

If I kept a journal it would look something like this:

Colver Caspian is evil. He is pure evil wrapped in hatred. He acts as though I’m disturbing his life when I have no fucking clue what I’ve done to him. I’m not even on the same floor of this giant house. I feel like he goes out of his way to track me down just to mess with me.

With about fifteen hundred pages of stuff to write.

You’d think it’s been, what, a year or two since I met him?

It’s been less than two weeks.

I think both Colver and I are shocked this marriage has lasted this long.

Maybe that’s the part that bothers me so much here.

Colver and I have been through this before. His father. My mother. The two of them together just feed each other’s awful habits. My mother loves to be spoiled and his father loves to spoil someone.

Mom is happy though. She’s smiling, eating, drinking, swimming, spending time in the sun. There’s a sense of… I don’t know. It feels like they’ve been together longer than this. Maybe that’s why Colver is such an asshole.

I finally decided to go for a swim, right?

Mom insisted I get myself a bathing suit.

She insisted on me shopping like crazy too, but I refused. I have what I have. I’m okay right now. If anything, I could use some paint supplies.

Anyway. I end up swimming. The largest in ground pool I’ve ever seen. With a small cove and waterfall. The one corner rounded off with a hot tub.

There I was, floating around on a float, minding my own business.

Long story short there - Colver snuck up on me and dumped ice water all over me.

I screamed, thrashed and ended up under the water.

Colver laughed and walked off.

That’s the shit I’m dealing with all the time with Colver.

Three nights ago while I was asleep… he snuck into my room…

This story is embarrassing to tell.

Look, the prequel to this story is that Colver is big and strong. He does not look his age, okay? He’s eighteen but built like a real man. I understand his life revolves around hockey. Which makes sense. I’ve heard the stories of him playing, setting records, being a terror to other teams and players. I’ve heard how he can play anywhere he wants, when he wants. I don’t necessarily care about hockey. I just appreciate what it’s done for Colver’s… body…

The muscles, okay? The muscles.

Muscles everywhere. And he loves to wear jeans. A guy built like him wearing jeans…?

Swoon.

There, I admit it.

Colver is fucking hot.

He’s big. He’s mean. He’s sexy.

Have there been moments when my mind gets the best of me and runs off…? Of course! When I’m alone in my bedroom, in my bed, and I’m falling asleep, I can think about anything I want.

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