This is what I wanted to begin with—something I didn’t get with the other three.
Now if only the woman who has my dick hard would just listen.
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Maybe turning off myheadlights down the dark, bumpy path wasn’t my best idea.When my tyre hits another pothole, I decide to pull over and walk the rest of the way.I want my arrival to be a surprise.According to my mates, women play hard to get and do the whole, I’m busy, or, I have company.Or to keep you on a leash, they will get their friend or roommate to lie and say they aren’t there.I’ve heard all the stories.Never had it happen to me and I don’t plan on tonight being the first time either.
Hence the no lights.
I’ve been wanting to see her since she left, and not just because I want to be inside of her.There’s just this niggly feeling that something bad will happen that won’t leave me, no matter how much I tell myself I’m being dramatic.
“Come on, bud.You’ll get a play date with Bear.”
Hunter waits at my legs as I lock up the truck.The night breeze is warm and muggy, ruining the shower I had earlier, as I make my way down the uneven road.They really need to get the rest of this driveway gravelled.And get some outdoor lighting.
There’s a faint glow upstairs, like a lamp has been left on, and downstairs, there’s a flickering light on in the living room, most likely from the television.
As we near the house, screams pierce the air from inside.Unlike earlier, I don’t freeze.I race toward the stairs and run up.I’m prepared to break the door in, but thankfully I don’t need to because fitting a door is a pain in the arse.The handle pushes down, and I push my way inside, ready to finally take my anger out on someone.
Another scream fills the air, this time closer, and then pain.A knee rams into my groin, and I fall to my knees.A fist aims my way, and I don’t get to dodge it in time because something else hits me from behind first, and everything goes black.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Summer
I’m beginning to thinkit’s this house that is cursed.In fact, I’m one more incident away from being completely convinced.From the minute I decided to move in, my life has been a thriller series.First, I got transferred to upstairs at work, working directly under the devil’s twin sister.I nearly ruined my friendship with my cousins when I invited the Carters into the house.It brought Reid back into my life, which, well, has been nothing but bloody chaos since.
And now this.
The girls hadn’t even finished screaming before Malia was up on her feet.I panicked, and in all fairness, I’ve had reason to as of late.Normally, I would be so chill.A floorboard creaks?I’m good.I don’t investigate.My heart doesn’t race, and I don’t reach for the nearest thing to me to use as a weapon.I ignore it or wait to see if I hear something else.
“That gold bloody tin,” Magnolia grumbles as she glances down at the unconscious man on the floor.“I knew we shouldn’t have touched it.”
Word.
“Told you it was haunted,” Mercedes adds.
