Hey y’all. I had my first Starbucks drink ever a few days ago. Caramel Ribbon frap. What the hell did I do that for. It was soooo good. Now I’m craving them shits like crack. Bad business, man because I am not about to develop a $6+ coffee drink habit. But that joint was sooo to my taste, for real!
Speaking of sweet, our boy Billy is still hot on Kae’s bumper. In this unedited snippet which picks up where last week’s blog left off, he’s trying to take on some rather personal duties a la Florence Nightingale…hope you enjoy!
Lemme know what you think. We’re still on track to publish end of the month. Are you looking forward to it? I’m excited. It’s my first new adult title in awhile. Then I’m going to kick off my Kpop/Asian series!
But she was always sweet about things, a true friend. First, she’d find out where his heart was. When she realized it wasn’t broken, she’d crack jokes about him having a short attention span. Was it any wonder? He had bloody Paul for a role model.
Still, she was right, at least when it came to those other birds. He began each relationship hoping for the best. They just weren’t Kae. There was really no chance that he could truly love them, though he was always hopeful. Miracles happened, even to a boy bander turned rock star with his fucked up past.
He certainly never wanted to mistreat a lover. He knew how it felt, and no way would he ever knowingly inflict that pain. But if he was honest it wasn’t that either.
It was Kae. It was always and forever Kae. He only wanted her.
Her contagious laugh. Her curly black hair. Her sweet smile and big, bright brown eyes. His hands itched to possess the rather generous breasts she’d sprouted a few years before and the even sweeter little bum atop her shapely legs. He’d pop her into one of his pockets and take her everywhere if he could.
He’d like nothing better than to roll her under him and relieve her of her much discussed virginity, just not now; it would hurt her poor little bruised body. God knew what it might do to her heart, or if she’d even let him. Damn bloody Paul to everlasting hell.
Slowly, careful not to wake her, he reached for his phone. Granny said she hadn’t been sleeping; pain kept her up at night. He’d seen for himself that she wasn’t eating; it was obvious she’d lost weight. Weight she couldn’t afford to lose as tiny as she was. He couldn’t stand that she was suffering this way. So, he sent a text.
Billy slept too. Kae woke him a few hours later with a gentle hand on his hip.
“Hullo,” he rasped, stretching.
“Hi. I feel better,” she grinned.
“You were tired.”
“Think I’ll take a bath.” She moved to leave the bed and winced.
“Let me run it for you. I’ll tell you when it’s ready.”
She scowled, then sighed. “Thank you. No bubbles.”
He rolled his eyes. “I remember!”
He ran the water, wondering if he’d get to watch her bathe. Probably not, the little prude. When he came back she’d dropped off again. He nursed the bath, refreshing it with hot water until she woke again.
She laughed. “Man! I’m a new fan of the power nap.” Slowly, she eased out of the bed, smiling to cover her discomfort, but he saw the lines of pain around her mouth as he gently supported her short walk into the bathroom.
She chuckled softly. “Stop sounding hopeful, buddy. I can handle it from here.”
He wandered out and went to find Rhona. She’d arrived while Kae slept, and she and Granny were having a grand time opening all of Kae’s many boxes.
“I know, right? Designers love our girl. There’s even a few boxes here for you.” Rhona gestured to a small pile.
“Yeah?” Good. The world knew they were a pair. He sat down and accepted a box. “Nice.” A pair of sunglasses from Ferragamo.
“When you’re done open some boxes,” Rhona ordered.
He was breaking down the empties to take to the trash when Kae appeared, walking slowly but looking refreshed and cute in a long, white cotton shirt dress and bare legs and feet. She handed her Granny a comb and a few bottles and sat gingerly between her legs. They watched her get her hair done. He and Rhona both enjoyed the cheek kiss the two shared afterwards.
“Do you ever feel like a voyeur around her family?” Rhona whispered.
“All the time.”