He ruined me.
Even though I knew he was playing games, I couldn't resist him. He was under my skin, in my blood, and deep in my bones.
He saved me.
My life was a lie and I had no idea. He forced me to see the truth. Although it hurt, he healed me.
Because of him, I was strong enough to survive.
Without another word to me, he picked up the handset again and clicked it. "Jack, after you take out the trash, there're two women at table fifteen. Tell them that King will be taking Jena home and that their tab is on the house."
"No problem, boss."
King's eyes never left my face during this exchange. When he was done, he dropped the radio on the desk again.
"Now, you're girls are taken care of and you and I need to have a chat."
I straightened my shoulders. "Like I said, King, I appreciate your help but I'm leaving."
"Sit. Your. Ass. Down. Jena," he barked.
"Fuck you, King!" I shouted.
Suddenly he was right in front of me, no, practically on top of me, his left arm wrapping around me and pulling me tightly against his body. His right hand twisted in my hair, yanking my head back so hard it almost hurt.
I didn't understand why, but I felt that tugging somewhere else on my body. Somewhere much lower.
"Don't say it unless you mean it, darlin'," he snarled.
Then he kissed me.
CC Wood is a native Texan that grew up either reading or playing the piano. Years later, she’s still not grown up and doing the same things. Since the voices in her head never shut up, C.C. decided to share their crazy stories and started writing books.
Now that she has a baby girl at home, C.C.’s non-writing time is usually spent cleaning up poopy diapers or feeding the poop machine. Sometimes she teaches piano, cooks, or spends time bugging her hubby and two beagles. Follow CC on Facebook and Goodreads. She also has a website that offers special content and updates.