Cover by: @authornataliaava
🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
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I've experienced so many firsts with Noah that I don't even know where to begin. The latest of what I hope is many, was almost getting caught two days ago by the security guard, Henry. Thankfully, we were fully dressed, feigning innocence as we examined the books before us.
We walked away under the dubious gaze of Henry, giggling like two school kids and I've gotta admit, it was thrilling, exciting and I want more.
I want a lifetime of firsts with Noah.
Did I...
Did I just admit that without freaking out?
Holy shit, I did!
Now that right here – even if I do say so myself – is fucking progress, ladies, and gents!
Who knew change felt this good? I could take on Winnie the Pooh right now for his honey and I'll return unscathed. Winnie will have nothing on me!
Winnie the Pooh isn't much of threat though, is he?
I guess that wouldn't count... Screw it, I'll take on Tarzan after kidnapping Jane for shits and giggles – that doesn't sound right. Man, I'm losing my touch. I'm getting soft. Meh, I'll work on it some more.
My phone vibrates on the coffee table next to our open laptops and I smile, answering the call, "hello, daddy." A bit childish? Who gives a shit? I want to call him dad, but I've spent most of my life calling him daddy that it occasionally slips and sometimes it just doesn't feel right calling him dad, make sense? No? Okay.
"Happy birthday, pumpkin!" He exclaims and I hold the phone away from my ear. I look around the living room, making sure Noah is out of earshot. "What are your plans for this warm May day?"
"Noah and I are preparing to work on my manuscript for a couple of hours and then after that, I don't know... I haven't made any plans... I, uh, I haven't... told anyone that's it's my... birthday."
"Well, I'm planning on leaving the store early today. I'd love it if I got to see my favorite daughter on the day, she changed my life forever in the brightest of ways."
"Dad, I'm your only daughter, and–"
"I refuse to take no for an answer. It's been weeks since I've seen you, pumpkin. I miss you and you said so yourself, you've got nothing planned." How do I argue with that? All I wanted to do was eat my weight in junk food and ice cream, streaming some comedy on Netflix and hiding out in my prison.
Ethan ruined my birthday for me. He broke so many promises that had me taking one of his golf sticks, smashing the liquor cabinet in his home office and drinking myself into a stupor. Last year I kept it on the down low, only receiving calls and gifts from my parents. I pushed aside that it was my birthday and acted like I do every other day.
It is just another day – to me. There's nothing special about the day I was born. I loved my birthday when I was little. I always got excited but as I got older, the excitement began to dwindle then Fuckwit–Ethan happened.
