That Girl

Chapter 1

Fatigue clung to her body like a long lost lover.... Or a sickening ex. The events of today kept playing repeating in her mind.

Slender fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly. Deep breaths.

Inhale.... Exhale...
That.... The nerves of that fucker....

If she squeezed the wheel anymore. The thing might just break.

Carlette tried to relax. She really did try. But her mind kept bouncing back to that and she would just coil back up again.

At least she had Rick to ease her worries.
Rick Burgman. Tall, bronze skin, chocolate eyes, dark hair and those kissable lips.

Mhmmm. He would help her very much. With that thought Carlette started to relax. She began making plans as to how they would spend the evening.

She checked her watch, 2:35. Good. She was early. Maybe she could plan a nice surprise for him before he reached home.

Satisfied with her idea. She pushed today's events in the back of her mind and drove herself home.
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Opening the door of her silver sedan she collected just her folder and personal stuff and entered her home.
Tiredly she undid her hair, placed her things on the counter and began to trudge upstairs.

She always worked hard. Hard enough to buy her own place. She took pride in her independence, although she knew how to handle her household. She cooked, cleaned and everything. Probably twice a week they would eat takeout. But Carlette preferred home cooked food over anything.

What was that?
All signs of fatigue vanished instantly. Adrenaline in its place instead

Stopping mid step. Carlette cocked her head.
Who was in her house? It couldn't possibly Rick. He was on work. Maryanne, her sister, was the only other person who had a key to her home. But she usually called to say when she was coming over.

She heard it again. It was unmistakable. The sound of a groan. It sounded masculine.
Who the fuck was in her house?

Creeping quietly to a part of the wall. She pressed down.
A section of the wall slid across with a quiet hiss. Resting there was a shiny new rifle, a box resting next to it.

Expert fingers loaded the weapon, making sure everything was good. She began to make way to her bedroom.
Standing behind her door, instinct made her listen.

"Yes. Don't stop. Oh god."
That voice... She knew that voice. Carlette tried to reason with herself. Impossible. It was impossible.

Unable to contain herself anymore she burst into the room just a the voice was crying out in ecstasy.

Rifle pointing straight ahead, she froze.

Well... It wasn't impossible now was it.
The perpetrator, or rather perpetrators were scrambling from each other. Eyes wide with shock, shame and guilt.

Maryanne. Rick.

"Can somebody tell me why is my sister and boyfriend are fucking each other?"
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Heyy. So originally. This was my verrry first book that I started writing, but took it down after. I didn't have the time to continue on with it.
But now I do.

Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Anna. I'm from Trinidad. I love reading. My husband literally gets annoyed with me cause I read all the time.

I just want to try my hand out at writing stories to see if I got it..
Honestly hope you guys like this story. If you want. Y'all could check out my profile for my other story that I'm currently writing as well.

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