All Chapters of Wish You Hell: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The concept of good and evil is subjective. Children are taught from a young age the difference between bad and good but what’s tolerable to one parent could be abhorrent to another; see, subjective. I won’t tell you I’m the misunderstood good guy who has redeeming qualities because that would be a lie and if there’s one thing in life that I don’t tolerate it’s a lie. I’m not talking about white lies or half truths, my life is built around omission. You see the truth is only as good as the man whose lips it came from. I’m not a good man but I tell the truth, even when I shouldn’t. I realize the contradiction here but in my world, it makes sense. Chapter 1 Bowen Wet lips wrap around the tip of my cock and I hoped with everything I had that getting some blood flowing below my shoulders would ease my mind from racing but it doesn’t. If anything this whole charade is pissing me off further, I want to grab a handful of her hair and shove my cock so far down her throat her eyes wate

Chapter ThreeBowen The door opens to the bar as a woman with dark cherry hair waltzes through like she owns the place. Her demeanor is tenacious and she’s carrying herself like it's her God given right to be here. She steps up to the bartender and asks him something, he turns his head and points at me. Fuck. Usually my manager handles the nuisance of hiring someone, but as of yesterday, I now have to deal with that again. Cherry Red walks straight to the table I'm sitting at as I read the receipts from last night's deliveries. "No." I state nonchalantly, keeping my eyes glued to the papers. "I'm not asking for a date, just a job." She responds with a sweet smile. Right, as if I'd date anyone, let alone her. She looks like a misplaced Princess, trying hard to not fit in. Studying her face, she’s young, like possibly not old enough to be here, young. “How old are you?” I ask, sitting back in my seat. I pray she’s over eighteen. “You can’t ask me that,” she says with a

Chapter 7HarleyMy entire body freezes, his lips are on mine.What the fuck?As his hands tangle in my hair and around my waist, I give in and kiss him back. Is this what it feels like to have someone actually want you? The heat between us is too much. My body purrs at his touch, the way he presses his body to mine leaves me desperate for more.. Suddenly he breaks the kiss, takes my hand and drags me down the hall. I follow, trying to not trip in the process. Where are we going now? I’m hungry. “What about dinner?” I ask him as he opens a different door. I gasp, it’s his bedroom. Oh, my god. Is this about to happen? “I’ll order some food later.” he snarls, spinning me around to stand in front of him, face to face. My breath catches as he kisses me again, backing us up until my calves hit the bed. Before I know it, his fingers are pulling at my jacket and knocking it off my shoulders. Then he traces my sides, pulling my shirt up as he breaks the kiss. It’s happening, holy fuckity