Written With Hearts

Written With Hearts - Chapter Seven

Yate....

I've just had to walk away from the most frustrating, stubborn, but cute as hell, girl I have ever fucking met! Frustrating because of her stubbornness, and cute as hell; well, just because she is. Shit me, this girl has already got her claws into me. I like her. I like her a lot. Even giving her one of my Pussy Panting kisses wasn't enough for her. I honestly don't know what screwed up impression that girl has of us cover models, but it's all fucking wrong.

I tried to give her a better understanding of what I do, but she wasn't having any of it. I reckon she thinks that I love myself, and I love women even more. Yes, I like to take care of myself. Yes, I love women, but I don't screw around. I'm twenty-six years old, and I haven't had sex for eight months. That's no mean feat; let me fucking tell you. It's only my twice, maybe three times a day, hand job that stop my balls from turning a deeper shade of blue. Despite having women practically throwing themselves at me, I'm certainly no Sir Shagalot. I'm just not into shagging around; I leave that to my mate and business partner, Ray. Now Ray is, most certainly, a Sir Shagalot. He's been rubbing his hands with glee since I started this cover-modelling lark. Through my work, he thinks his dick is going to be involved in some serious shagging business. Thank fuck he wasn't with me this weekend. He has a penchant for blondes, and if he had seen Abby, he would have made a beeline for her. She's everything he goes for. Curvaceous, pretty-faced, and we've already established, blonde. Mind you, her self-confessed insecurity would make his dick limp in a nano second. He doesn't do needy girls. Me? I quite like an imperfect girl. In my book, a girl who can openly admit that she gets jealous is an admirable one. It shows that she's passionate about those that she cares about, and Abby has passion oozing out of every single one of her pretty little pores. Shit! She really has got to me! The truth is, I like naturally beautiful girls. I'm not into the plastic and heavily made up look. It's one of the things that first attracted me to Abby; she's gorgeous just as she is. I don't know her story, but I think some fucker has done a number on her in the past. There's this vulnerability that sits within her pale blue eyes, and it has me wanting to know even more about her. I find myself wanting to peel away all of her insecure layers, one by one.

I honestly thought that with her being a writer, and me being a cover model, we'd have some common ground. Only, for Abby, it was something she openly wasn't keen on.

I'll admit, that has fucked me off. Authors and cover models kind of go hand in hand these days. I know I've not been doing this shit for very long, but I know that authors are using models, more and more. I thought Abby would totally understand that and jump at the chance of us getting to know one another. I told her about the things that authors post on their timelines. Dirty games like: What Is Your Vibrator Name? What Is The Name Of Your Dom? I've also seen the crude caption pics that they post up. The captions that follow aren't for the faint-hearted; let me fucking tell you! Which is kind of the reason why I'm so angry with Abby. I just find her attitude towards what I do to be so fucking hypocritical.

She does what she does. I do what I do.

She writes erotic romance. I cover model.

That doesn't make her a dirty bitch, and it certainly doesn't make me a dirty bastard.

I know that there's more to her than meets the eye, I'm just disappointed that she can't see the same in me. I just don't get her at all. I know that she felt the attraction between us, how comfortable we both felt in each other's company. I know that my dick hasn't seen much action lately, but there's nothing fucking wrong with my intuition. I know that there was something viable between us; I just know it. It's something that I've not felt for a very long time, not since my ex, really.

It was three years ago that I met Tamsin. I suppose you could say that the feelings were quite strong from the start. We were pretty full on, right from the get go. Then after six months, Tamsin unexpectedly fell pregnant. That was certainly a big fucker of a wake up call! It was only when we found out about the pregnancy, did we realise that we didn't want to spend the rest of our lives together. We were still young, and although we cared about each other; we just weren't in love with each other, and Tamsin getting pregnant, forced us to admit that.

There may have been a lack of love between us, but that didn't stop us from still wanting to bring our baby into the world, and to do it together. We were both more than happy to co-parent. When Lily finally was born, she absolutely changed my life. I had to mature, fast! She made me want to be a better person, to be a good father. My shagging around days were well and truly over. I wanted to be the kind of man that my baby girl would always look up to.

With fatherhood came a new respect for relationships. I knew that just any woman wouldn't ever be good enough for me because of Lily. I knew that if I met someone, they had to be special. They had to be someone who would accept that I came as a package.

That's where Abby comes in. She felt special. I wanted to tell her all about Lily, but our conversation kind of turned on its fucking head, and quickly went downhill. If she had given me the opportunity, I would have told her that I was a guy with responsibilities, ones that I take very seriously. Even though I've walked away from her, I know that Abby Blair has reached an untouched place within me.

Abby Blair is going to be a big pain in my fucking ass!

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