Page 29 of His Big Bad Stick

That gets Abrielle’s attention.

She jumps up and gasps.

She reaches over and I swear she grabs Bella’s ass.

Bella groans.

I turn my head and let Bella kiss my neck.

I’m staring at Abrielle. Her eyes are wide with shock.

“Get the fuck out of this room,” I say to her. “Or better yet, stay for the fucking show, kitten.”

Abrielle scrambles to get out of the bed.

She’s wearing a hoodie again.

But not pants or shorts.

I stare at her legs as she rushes toward the glass door.

Her hoodie dances up a few times, showing off tight panties that cup her ass perfectly.

I smile.

I hope Abrielle has no idea where to go to get some sleep. I hope she thinks about Bella and I messing around in her bed.

No offense to Abrielle but she doesn’t belong here.

Not in this bed. Not in this bedroom. Not in this house.

And she sure as fuck does not belong in my life.

7

Abrielle

Present day and here I am standing in front of Colver’s truck, not sure if he’s going to help me or just run me over.

I know how I look.

I’m a fucking mess. The epitome of a fucking mess.

And of all people to run to.

This is the definite last resort for me.

There’s nobody else.

My only other option is maybe change my name and run away.

I’m not even sure that’s possible. In movies they make it seem so easy to just leave, then find some person that sells fake names and will help you get set up.

Where do I even start with that?

Colver gets out of his truck.

He’s ginormous.

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