A True Southern Belle

A True Southern Belle

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Charlie Winter has the perfect life simply because she is the talk of the County and not many people like her. She enjoys her uniqueness, and does not care that she has long irritated her mother to the point where her mother is slowly coming to hate her. Jason Asher is a rebel, a scoundrel, and a cad. He's not accepted anywhere, but when Bella's - his sister - husband leaves her, pregnant, for a business trip, Jason wants to act like the big brother he deserves. But he clashes with Charlie, and when Bella's life suddenly is in danger, Charlie is the only one who can help her; you can imagine what happens when a girl stays overnight in a man's house in the 1860's, even with another woman - though bedridden - is present. This story goes through Charlie and Jason's rocky start, and still worse, their marriage, which is full of lies, and secrets, and judgments that neither one bothers to sort out. To find out the end, I only ask you to read, for my lips are sealed. Enjoy.
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"Bella, you can't keep doing this to me. I can be real fucking patient, or I can be really fucking unkind." He grabbed her hips and skimmed his fingers down the chunk of her outer thighs. "I'm sorry, but I didn't ask for him to kiss me. And I told you, you and I-we're over." He placed his hand over her mouth. He let his tears stream down his nose, his lips quivered with the words she'd just used to curse him. "I don't like it." He let out through his teeth, his glasses fell low on his nose and she could tell he was in agony. "I'm sorry." She declared before pulling him in for an embrace. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands drove up and into her hair, guiding her face to look up. His mouth parted over hers, she opened her lips and kissed him slowly, enchantingly. Brandon was sure she wished him to die. As she swallowed his breath, and fed him her own-she gave him no gaps to breathe. Almost as if his siren had come up from her watery throne just to drag him back under. He started pounding his fists against the wall behind her, careful not to hurt her in any way. His mouth moved over hers like he had no choice but to kiss her back. He laid no hand to her body, because he knew in that moment-he'd go too far. He didn't want to hurt her. But he did want to burrow into her body and command her soul. She was the sole reason for his jealousy, the only person who held the switch to all of his desires. Bella had been born to be the woman who would subdue the demons inside his soul. She was created for him. He felt it long before he accepted it. But now-he couldn't bear the consequences of denying the gift in which God was giving him in her. His redemption was a direct result of having her in his life. Both cursed and blessed-Brandon couldn't afford to lose her anymore. She was his. Forever. She chased him-so in full circle. Perhaps it was his turn now. "Bella... say you'll be mine. Please."

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