Kissing In Colorado: You're Rich, Pretty Boy[1]

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This is a SEQUEL. you WILL not understand this story unless you read the first book, "&tonight's the night i'll fall for you again."

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 Chapter 1: : "You're Rich, Pretty Boy,"

Kale's Point of View

And the door slammed in my face.

"Hanna," I groaned, closing my eyes in hope of stopping the escaping tears.

I felt Hanna's warm arms wrap around me, and she kissed my cheek.

"Baby, I'm so sorry."

"What kind of mother does that?"

"Maybe she's having a bad day."

"Hanna, shut up." I hissed, and I regretted how harsh my voice sounded.

"I'll be in the car," She mumbled, turning back towards the car.

I caught her wrist.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I'm just--" I couldn't find the right word, "Disapointed. Hurt."

"I know, Kale."

She walked up to the door and pounded her fist against it. The old wooden door shook, and, finally, it swung open.

"What?" This time a male was standing there.

"Excuse me, sir. Where's Kayla?" Hanna growled.

"Kayla doesn't want to see him."

"Well, then she can see me." Hanna said stepping into Kayla's house.

"Whoa, don't come in." The man hissed.

"Too late," Hanna snapped back.

"I'll call the police," He threatened.

"Do it," Hanna growled pushing past him.

And, for the second time today, within only minutes, the same door slammed closed in my face, except, the only difference, Hanna was on the inside. I took a seat on the step, waiting patiently, or should I say impatiently.

Hanna's Point of View

"Kayla, this girl wants to talk to you." The man called out.

"And what, are you going to pretend to be my daughter?"

"Kale isn't pretending! Kayla, Kale's your son." I exclaimed.

"No, I don't have a son." She snapped back, before smiling at what I assumed to be her husband.

"I'm just going to go out back with her, OK?"

"Fine." The man groaned.

I took mental note of the violent tone in his voice and the bruises lining her arms. We sat out on the patio, but I could see the man watching through the window.

"Don't look at him." She snapped.

My eyes shot back to hers.

"He might hurt you,"

"Did he do that to you?" I pointed at her arms.

"No." She whispered.

"Yes, he did."

"Don't worry about it. Why is Kale here? You have to make him leave."

"He wants to meet you."

"He met me. Now, make him leave."

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