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Sneak Peek
Two days before Hate to Lose You is live, so I decided to share the prologue! read it and tell my what you think!
Prologue
A year and a half ago
“C’mon. Time to go,” a baritone voice whispers, as someone jostles my shoulder.
What the fu**? My eyes flutter open. Tiffany and I are a naked mess of tangled arms and legs. How did that happen? The smell of sex hangs heavy in the air.
“You know the rules. You fu** her and leave. You don’t get cuddle time afterwards. And you sure as hell don’t spend the night.”
I nod and work to disentangle our bodies without waking her. If she comes to, she might want to go another round. While I’d love nothing more, the anger brimming in her husband’s eyes tells me that’s the last thing he wants.
I pull myself up to sit on the side of the bed and take a moment to wake up for the drive home. I freeze as Tiffany moans and reaches her arm over to where I lay up until half a minute ago. Leaving is definitely the right move.
I hope she stays asleep. I don’t want to explain that sneaking out on her is her piece of sh** husband’s idea. He made it clear I’m not welcome. After her breaths lengthen again, I get to my feet, confident she won’t stir.
“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” I whisper to her pissed off husband. He shoves a crumpled pile of my discarded clothes into my chest. Guess that’s a no. I take it and follow him out the bedroom door.
I stop and glance behind me at Tiffany’s still form. She looks beautiful. Peaceful. That’s how women are supposed to look after they’ve been thoroughly fu**ed. Being with two or more people at a time will do that. It’s a shame the night’s ending like this. What’s worse is I get the feeling Tiffany’s husband doesn’t like me, and he isn’t going to allow this to happen again.
It’s been fun.
I head to the half bath downstairs and dress quickly. He waits outside the door so I don’t get any ideas about going back into the living area. He ushers me out as if I’m wearing a vest full of explosives that are about to detonate.
I start my car and wait for the engine to warm up. Something explodes in my chest as I realize this is it. As good as it gets. Fu** and run is the lifestyle I choose to live. The lifestyle I fell ass backwards into.
Even when I spend the night with a woman, there’s no emotional closeness. No real intimacy. Nothing past our last orgasm. It doesn’t matter if I’m with one woman or part of an orgy. It all ends the same way. We cum, we recover, we move on.
I need to get a fu**ing life.
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Prologue
A year and a half ago
“C’mon. Time to go,” a baritone voice whispers, as someone jostles my shoulder.
What the fu**? My eyes flutter open. Tiffany and I are a naked mess of tangled arms and legs. How did that happen? The smell of sex hangs heavy in the air.
“You know the rules. You fu** her and leave. You don’t get cuddle time afterwards. And you sure as hell don’t spend the night.”
I nod and work to disentangle our bodies without waking her. If she comes to, she might want to go another round. While I’d love nothing more, the anger brimming in her husband’s eyes tells me that’s the last thing he wants.
I pull myself up to sit on the side of the bed and take a moment to wake up for the drive home. I freeze as Tiffany moans and reaches her arm over to where I lay up until half a minute ago. Leaving is definitely the right move.
I hope she stays asleep. I don’t want to explain that sneaking out on her is her piece of sh** husband’s idea. He made it clear I’m not welcome. After her breaths lengthen again, I get to my feet, confident she won’t stir.
“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” I whisper to her pissed off husband. He shoves a crumpled pile of my discarded clothes into my chest. Guess that’s a no. I take it and follow him out the bedroom door.
I stop and glance behind me at Tiffany’s still form. She looks beautiful. Peaceful. That’s how women are supposed to look after they’ve been thoroughly fu**ed. Being with two or more people at a time will do that. It’s a shame the night’s ending like this. What’s worse is I get the feeling Tiffany’s husband doesn’t like me, and he isn’t going to allow this to happen again.
It’s been fun.
I head to the half bath downstairs and dress quickly. He waits outside the door so I don’t get any ideas about going back into the living area. He ushers me out as if I’m wearing a vest full of explosives that are about to detonate.
I start my car and wait for the engine to warm up. Something explodes in my chest as I realize this is it. As good as it gets. Fu** and run is the lifestyle I choose to live. The lifestyle I fell ass backwards into.
Even when I spend the night with a woman, there’s no emotional closeness. No real intimacy. Nothing past our last orgasm. It doesn’t matter if I’m with one woman or part of an orgy. It all ends the same way. We cum, we recover, we move on.
I need to get a fu**ing life.
One Click now for 99 CENTS
US https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09...
UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B...
CA https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B09D...
AU https://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/...
iBooks https://books.apple.com/us/book/id158...
