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"You think you're different to me, don't you?" I tilt my head, staring at each other's lips.
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands, making him in control with the advantage in height. I'm the one looking up at him now.
"And you...
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Saturday morning I wake up bright and early, last night was not a night I'd like to repeat. Plus I know better, I shouldn't have let myself get that upset.
Although I told myself I would quit, a smoke was just what I needed last night to help me relax. Without thinking of it, I throw the pack in my bag.
I had made plans with the girls on the tennis team to have a beach day today seeing as it was hot and sunny, I made sure to invite Quinn too which she was all anxious about. She has a fear that no one likes her but she's a friend so people will be nice. They have to be.
After putting on a red bikini I turn to the mirror on my wall. I reach down, grabbing my shorts from my ankles and putting them over my bottoms. I loved wearing red, it was my favorite color and I felt like when I wore it I could get anything I wanted.
Red is the color of seduction after all.
I leave myself with my bikini top on since my only stop is the beach. I grab mg bag and my sunglasses putting it on my head.
The irking sound of a drill makes a loud echo noise I can hear from the hallway going downstairs. Reggie is awake, his usual time since he wakes up earlier than me. He sits on the stool in the kitchen, a book in front of him.
To my surprise he didn't do his hair this morning, Reggie is a hair freak, more than me so seeing his messy brown curls caught me off guard. He dressed in shorts and a casual shirt.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asks, looking at me with a look of disgust once he sees what I'm wearing.
"I was thinking of stopping by the church to confess my sins to father Jim." I reply, trying to look for where all the noise was coming from.
I look at Reggie who has an even nastier look on his face.
"Look at what I'm wearing. Where go you think I'm going idiot?" I drop my bag on the counter before walking around it.
Long legs, black shoes and I can see a muscular built through the black shirt of this man under my kitchen sink. The drilling sound makes an appearance again and I look at Reggie waiting for him to explain.
"Mom hired him to come fix things around the house last night." Reggie informs me.
"Who?"
I hear a groan as the man struggled to get himself under and before I can make any guesses, my eyes make their way up until they stop at his face.
