Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
She took a deep breath. She had no choice but to go out.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t leave the house in a dress or a skirt. She usually preferred those types of outfits, she loved the way they made her feel. Instead, she had opted for a pair of jeans, one of the few pairs she owned, as well as a blouse. She had put on an old, oversized sweatshirt, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the house in something like that.
Her father, for many years, had always told her to be presentable, and this is what she did. She enjoyed looking nice and representing the Adams name. People respected her father, and also her at one point. At least she assumed so.
Stepping out of the house, she went straight to her car, but immediately went back into the house. She grabbed her bag with her cell phone, car keys, and wallet, so she could pay for the stuff she needed. She took a deep breath and started again. This time, she got inside the car, and finally was able to pull out of the driveway. This was easy. Women had breakups and embarrassments all the time. She was no different.
She was on the road now and heading toward the grocery store. Focusing on the road, rather than on the pain that kept flooding her body.
Why were women so determined to find love, if this was how it ended? George was the first man she had ever felt so serious about. She had trusted him and he’d made her laugh. He’d now made her cry.
She gripped the steering wheel tightly and made her way to the grocery store, parking as far away from it as possible. It was busy, of course. Fridays were always a busy time in Fort Clover.
Grabbing her bag, she closed and locked the car and headed inside. She wrapped her arms around herself, until she got a cart, but she also kept her head down. She had pulled her brown hair back into a small bun at the base of her neck. She didn’t have the energy to do anything too serious with her hair. People walked past her, and Larissa did her best not to look at anyone.
At first, she felt her heart racing, and she went straight to the vegetables, wishing she could hold some kind of menu or put a bag over her head, so no one knew it was her. She didn’t know how many people George had in his contacts. All of the club. The club women. Perhaps his family, which included his brothers. Would his parents be on that damn thing? Her father had been as well.
It was just a nightmare to think he’d recorded everything. Why would he do that?
She tried not to vomit, and instead pushed all that doubt out of her mind. She had to focus on getting groceries, and usually she loved going to the store and hunting for food. She found the grocery store a huge hit of inspiration, especially for meals. Today, she just grabbed everything she could get her hands on. Thankfully, after getting several meats and poultry on sale, she started to breathe a sigh of relief.
No one had stopped her. Whenever she did chance a glance around the store, no one was looking at her or whispering behind their hands. There were no smirks. What happened in high school to one girl was not happening to her.
Marsha Smith had been one of the most popular girls in school, until she had claimed to have dumped Kirk, the most popular guy. Larissa heard the rumors that Marsha had sex, and it had gotten pretty graphic. Larissa was the only one to not smirk, or giggle, or even ask her the truth. It got so bad that Marsha transferred and left town, along with her family.
This is what she was afraid of, but so far, nothing.
Making her way down the aisles, Larissa was on the hunt for some bargains. Just as she was rounding an aisle, she came face to face with Annie Rimes. She was someone who had been with George before he went with the Hell’s Bastards MC. The look on Annie’s face told her she had seen the video.
“Hey,” Annie said.
“Hello,” Larissa said. “I’m sorry.”
“No, navigating around corners is a pain in the ass.” Annie offered her a smile.
Larissa felt her cheeks getting red hot, as she looked at the other woman.
“How are you?” Annie asked.
“I’m fine,” Larissa said. “Just getting the shopping done.” There was a time she would be able to keep up a conversation.
“You’ll get over it,” Annie said.
“What?”
“Big Dick, or George, whichever one you call him. You’ll get over him.”
Larissa gripped her cart even tighter. “Thanks.”
“Look, if you ever need to talk, or just want to be near someone who will not judge you, I’m your woman,” Annie said.