Daddy Didn't Love Me // Lawlorff

Seven

I woke up in the arms of Kian Lawley. And it felt great.

"Mornin'" he smirked as he saw my eyes flutter.

I smiled.

He hopped out of bed suddenly.

"C'mon, Sammers. I'm gonna show you your new hometown today."

"So," Kian said as he parked his pickup truck. "This is the pride and joy of Clearwater Cliffs."

"This is a Wal-Mart." I stated sarcastically.

"No, my dear friend, it is a super Wal-Mart."

I laughed.

"Anyway, I need to go grocery shopping. And you, being my new wifey, are coming to help."

"Oh, no I do not remember agreeing to be your wifey." I smirked.

He smirked right back, thick eyebrows raised. "Oh was that the wrong vibe I received when you motherfuckin' cuddled my ass off last night?"

I laughed. He pulled a grocery cart out and I pointed to his ass. "Looks fine to me."

He bit his lip. "Oh it looks more than fine, don't it?" He winked and pulled the cart along until we got inside.

"We need more of that ice cream, that's for sure." I noted as we passed the freezer section.

"Good idea. And Bagel Bites, because well, Bagel Bites."

We laughed. "That's true."

We piled item after gloriously fattening item into the cart. There were things in there my past self wouldn't dare go near.

"We need to find you a job," Kian randomly said, "Prostitution isn't out of the question, of course."

"It isn't out of the question?" I begged for explanation.

"You could get it," he said, not even looking up from his messy handwriting on his grocery list.

"What?!"

"I'm being serious. You're hot."

His eyes locked with mine and I gulped. We ran our cart accidentally into another's.

"Oh! My bad!" The girl with insanely curly hair said.

"Linds!" Kian said.

"Kiki!"

"I take it you two know each other," I said.

"Oh, right. Sam, this is Lindsey. She went to high school with me. Lindsey, this is Sam. He's uh.. he's new to town."

She smiled and shook my hand.

"Kian always had a thing for brunettes," she laughed and then walked by.

Kian sighed.

"Um."

I laughed at him. "You've got a type, huh?"

He sneered at me. "Don't you?"

I shrugged. "I'm not too picky."

He laughed. "Better not be. I'm not the best catch in the world."