Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Cami-Cami-Cami. I wasn’t sure what to make of this girl from one minute to the next. The first time I met the sixteen year old, she seemed sane enough. There was no difference between her and any other sixteen year old I’d met up to that point, except maybe for her exceptional beauty. She had this long flowing mane of burnish copper hair that reached down her back, and chocolate colored eyes with just enough slant to them to make them exotic.
In a damn state of blondes she was a definite standout, even though I made it a point not to notice her because she was nothing more than jailbait. She was stunning I’d give her that, but it didn’t take me long to realize that there was more than a little bit wrong with the girl. She’s nuts plain and simple.
Now that she was older and I no longer had to pretend she didn’t exist, and I could openly admire her Grade A ass, I had already made up my mind to leave that shit alone. Because of my relationship with her daddy I was privy to some things that others weren’t, and I knew a lot more about the little princess than I probably needed to. She was a handful and a half, nothing at all like the pliable prim and proper miss I envisioned at my side.
Her daddy and grandpa thinks the sun rises and sets in her ass, and so does most of the town come to think of it. I seem to be the only one in her spoilt little existence who’s ever told her no. Come to think of it, that’s when I first saw the other side of her. She’d wanted to try some hair-brained experiment on my land that was sure to get her killed. I can’t remember what now, but I sure do remember the mouth on her when I told her to take her spoilt ass on home to her daddy.
It’s not like she was vindictive or spiteful or anything like that, but she had a way of getting her point across and it’s not for the faint of heart. I make it a point to stay out of her way and she affords me the same courtesy, but it’s hard to miss her. If she’s within ten miles you know it, or at least I do. It’s been a while since I laid eyes on her and I could’ve gone a whole lifetime without another sighting if you ask me. She usually just leaves me either confused or spitting mad with no outlet for my anger.
That was all before the news of her upcoming nuptials. It was as if a switch went off inside me. All the years of pent up whatever the fuck I had for her seemed balled into one and just hit me out of nowhere. I’d spent almost every night since then imagining how the fuck to pull a snatch and run. When I finally accepted that that was crazy think, I distanced myself from the whole damn thing, she’d made her choice.
It’s not like she ever knew what I really felt for her, fuck if I knew that shit myself, so there was no harm done. But it had taken some doing for me to come to terms with what the fuck had become of my life. Half the time I wanted to turn her over my knee and the other half I wanted to fuck her into the ground; now she was caught up in who knows what again.
The last time I saw her she was up to her shit as usual. I was never sure if she knew or suspected that I had a torch for her, but she sure did act up whenever I was around. It’s like she was always trying to get a rise outta me, yanking my chain. That last time she’d come close to feeling my bare hand across her ass which would’ve probably led to other things.
I don’t dare lay hands on her, though she could do with a good tanning, but her daddy is one of my favorite people and he won’t take kindly to me manhandling his little girl. So instead I just grit my teeth and bear whatever shit she threw my way. In the past few years it had been getting harder and harder to keep my feelings hidden so I made the choice to stay away from her, but here lately it seems that life just keeps throwing us together.
That boy Joel was a mistake waiting to happen. I could’ve told them that, but I’m sure, as with everything else, she wanted him, so her daddy made sure and got him for her. That boy was no match for little miss firebrand, and the fact that no one else had seen that was a mystery to me. She’d eat him for breakfast any day of the week, and maybe that’s why she’d chosen him. She was the type that would want a man she could rule over. Her daddy hadn’t done her any favors letting her get her way in everything under the sun, and I guess now those chickens were coming home to roost.