Only one chapter left of Shirley and Zane. I'm updating slowly because I'm way past the needed monthly wordcount, and I need words saved for next month ^^ in the meantime please check "A virgin for the player" the spinoff. :)
Shirley After some passionate lovemaking, I sit in the bathtub with Zane. Bubbles are all around us, and low romantic music plays from the bedroom. The tiles are misty, and I'm dissolving. At this point, I'm not even sure if I have a spine... Zane's solid and capable hands are slowly stroking my
Gina It's another day working at The Coffee Bean, and I'm still following the rules I've made to become a better person. The three golden rules are: One, I visit my niece weekly. Socialization is good for me. Natalie is the sweetest, and Shirley is my only sister. She has helped me a lot besides
"Zane is my ex-husband," I reply in a chilly tone. "What is that information to you?" "I just want to learn more about you." What? Why?! I stare at him. "Uh, okay?" "I've seen how you look at me." By now, my jaw is somewhere down on the floor. "Look at you?" I laugh and stare at him in disbeli
David It doesn't surprise me that Gina hasn't called me. I gave her my number, but as expected, she didn't have the balls to contact me. Is it because I'm younger than her? Twenty-three to her thirty? That's a dumb reason, though. Age is just a number. Perhaps her hesitation has to do with the fa
That's Zane in a nutshell. He might care about Shirley and his kids, but as soon as Gina was out of his life, she became a stranger. I probably shouldn't care, but I do. I hate it when other people think they are better than everyone. Zane should quit judging Gina and worrying she isn't taking goo
Gina David is here tonight. He is drinking water from his usual spot, where he has the perfect view of the cash register and me. Damn it. Why can't he just leave me alone?! Having David observing me makes it harder to work. I curse him inside my head when I almost spill a customer's coffee on
"How old are you?" I ask him. "Twenty-three," his lips form a smug smile. "Do you have a problem with my age or something?" "No, I just wanted to confirm what I already know: you're a kid." "A kid who is bigger than you," he muses. "I bet you feel safe with me, too, even though you would never a
Gina "So, as I was saying, you guys should leave," I look around the table. The trio of men is all smirking like I've said something funny. It pisses me off, and I tap my foot against the floor. "We are closing." Ignoring what I've just said, one of the men smiles at me. It's drunk and lazy, but I