"I hate you, Lauren. I hate you with every fibre of my being."
What happens when wild woman Lauren and Rhea Ripley meet again for the first time in years. Will their past prevail?
This is a female x female novel, and contains mature themes. This i...
"I'd rather have you wrapped around a lot better things, instead of you and your bike around a tree, Lauren." Rhea snapped at me, and I didn't realise I'd angered her so much by going 10 miles over the speed limit.
I turned the engine of my bike off and carefully hopped off, meeting Rhea. "It was 10 miles, Rhea." I tried to calm her down, but failed.
"And 10 miles over doesn't sound like much. But does 15 kilometres over the speed limit sound like a lot?"
Ok... That was a lot. Stupid Australia, stupid America. Yeah, stupid me.
"Sorry. Yeah, it was a lot." I admitted, Rhea crossing her arms at me.
I'd just driven her home, with no intention of her wanting to stay here alone. I think she knew that I knew that, it was basically a drive here so she can get her stuff, and her own bike probably.
"I should think so. Get inside, Ren." Rhea stomped off towards her house, unlocking the door and motioning for me to come in.
And my word was her house gorgeous. "Rhea, you have such cool style." I softly touched this cool skull piece on a shelf, so softly because I would never want to smash it. "What's this?" I picked up a photograph. "Who's that?" I pointed to the woman beside Rhea. It looked like it was taken when she first got here. It wasn't in Australia anyway. They both looked so happy, and had matching tattoos.
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"Toni." Rhea replied.
Oh.
"She's pretty." I put the photograph back in its spot and peeped at Rheas arm, finding the tattoo there.
"We're just friends, Ren." Rhea assured me, stepping out of her shoes and running her fingers through her hair.
I followed her through the entrance and down a small hall, where I sidestepped a dog bowl, or two. "You have dogs?"
"Two."
"Where are they?" I asked, scanning the kitchen we just came into, and then the lounge.
Rhea opened the fridge and pulled some water out, offering me one that I took. "At the Pet sitters, I'll have to go pick them up sometime." She looked down like she was sad about that. Not that she didn't want to see them, but...
"How long have they been there?" I asked.
Rhea shrugged. "A couple days now, since I left for Raw. I want to see them so badly, I love them, but I just..." she scratched her chin a bit uncomfortably. "I don't know if I can stay here. They'll be here, but it's still very lonely and-"
