By the time Saturday evening rolled in, all I wanted to do was find Teagan and try and work through this shit bomb of a relationship we had created. Enough time had passed by for us both to cool down, and now it was time to work this shit out. But apparently I didn’t have a say in my plans for the night because Nick Leversteen, the CEO of the MFA had flown in to Cork and was on his way to speak with me in person. He was due to arrive any minute and I was dressed like a fucking idiot to welcome him. Honest to god, I felt like I was being pimped out here. “Why am I dressed like this?” I growled, glaring at my coach who was responsible for my attire. Pulling roughly at the tie I had on, I loosened it before rolling up the sleeves of my black shirt. I wasn’t a suit man. I was too big and they were always too fucking tight. My arms were constricted in the fabric of my shirt, and my thighs were bulging against the material of my black suit pants as I paced the floor of my suite.
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