Kill Me Now (Book 1)(Editing)

Chapter 8: A Bosomy Blonde

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(Recap)

            “Your supposed to make a fist like that, or else you could break your fingers,” he explains as he drops my hand.

“Oh,” is all I say.

            “And you punch like this,” he grabs my arm and makes the motion, “Not straight on, or you’ll break your knuckles.”

            “Ah,” I bob my head up and down, “So you punch like this,” I slam my fist into his stomach. Mitch wheezes and backs up a little.

            “You ruined all your chances of me asking you nice favors,” Mitch gasps as his face contorts, “Now you will pay,” he rasps.

            “Bring it on richboy,” I hiss as I spin around and make my way to my side of the beach.

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            I’m sitting at my fire cooking my dinner in the evening when the brute decides to visit. He is still shirtless, which aggravates me. I fight the impulse to throw a bowl of the scalding soup at him and struggle to remain composed.

            “Can’t you just leave me alone,” I question as I take a drink of my soup not being able to have spoons like Mitch does. How does he even have spoons? Did he make them?

            “Nope,” Mitch smacks his lips, “Besides I’ve come to get one of my favors.”

            “Well I’m trying to eat right now so can it wait,” I snap as I take another slurp from my bowl.

            “If you give me some,” Mitch smirks as he sits down beside me and crosses his legs. I immaturely scoot away and put an arms length of space in between us. I then grudgingly pour some soup in one of my homemade coconut bowls and hand it to him.

            “Thank you,” Mitch says as he brings the bowl to his lips and takes a sip. My eyes widen in surprise and I whip to face him almost spilling my soup in the process.

            “You said thank you,” I stutter disbelievingly.

            “Yes,” Mitch smiles, “Unlike you I’m not rude and crass,” he finishes with a snort.

            “Says the guy who snatched a poor girl down on her tailbone,” I retort as I narrow my eyes. Mitch’s grey eyes gleam with amusement and he ignores my comeback.

            “This is actually good,” he comments after a few moments of silence.

            “I know it is,” I reply with a huff, “I’m glad it pleases you oh great one,” I snicker sarcastically.

            “It’s about time you addressed me properly,” Mitch cackles as he throws his head back, mahogany hair tossing. He falls backward in the sand and throws his arms out.

            “Can you stop acting like you are in some movie scene,” I complain annoyed. Mitch chuckles at my description of his actions. His chest shakes drawing my attention to his new tan. What is up with me noticing all these details? It’s getting kind of freaky, I think, you cannot possibly find the brute attractive. He made you run through a jungle for fun, stole your bra, fed you a strange berry juice, and...and, I bet I’m forgetting something.