Yours: A Standalone Contemporary Romance - Plot & Excerpts
A complete and total douchebag of the highest order. I hit on her. Multiple times. Openly. Brazenly. Worst of all, clumsily. Not because you’re being nice, no. But you will. Who says shit like that to anyone, much less…her? I’m here to explain why I’m here, not to hit on her. Problem is, I don’t really know why I’m here. When I stopped to help her move her car, I obviously had no idea who she was, only that she was a small woman trying to move a large truck. I’m an asshole, a douchebag, a fuckboy, a lazy wastrel, a scoundrel, a playboy, a good-for-nothing, spoiled, rich, trust fund brat. But I can be a gentleman. I do have some redeeming qualities. She was tiny, in those fucking green scrubs and that goddamn white lab coat, pushing this thirty-year-old pickup, or trying to anyway, and failing. Horns going off, no one helping her. Traffic piling up, as far traffic goes in a podunk shitsville like this. After she unequivocally sent me on my way I pretended to drive away, then swung around the block and watched her walk away, sipping that soda and popping a waffle fry now and then.
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