“Melody Nicci Giovanni,” I said, taking another swig. “What’s this girl’s name again?” Natasha asked, rolling on top of me.īrushing her blond hair back from her face, I thought of all the things I’d rather be doing instead of talking but had to restrain myself. Our meetings were officially over, or my mother would demand my balls and my father would hand them up to her. If only she would leave after our “meetings.” But there was no point kicking her out right this second. “This is such a sad day.” She frowned when I took the bottle back.
God, I was going to miss that throat but that was about it. Handing her the bottle, I leaned back, watching her pour the liquor down her throat. “You plan on sharing?” Natasha asked as she rubbed her body against mine. This book is dedicated to those who said no, and the people who told me to ignore them.
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First published by The Writer’s Coffee Shop, 2014
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