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Self-confidence like that was fking hot

It was too bad she wasn’t his type, he thought as he walked past her, only pausing long enough to grab the bag out of her hand and give her luscious little ass a swat for good rowl of hers that he liked so damn much

It really was too bad that she wasn’t his type

Chapter 12

"I just took you out twenty o," Zoe complained even as she reached for the new black leash with the s her second trip to the pet store and headed for the front door

Sure she could have used the black leather leash that Trevor bought, but she liked this one It was manly no matter what he said The teddy bears were blue not pink, she’d pointed out when he spotted it during their last walk That was ilare that she found kind of cute

She wasn’t sure if he’d been pissed about the so-called "girly leash" or the fun she’d had at his expense at the pet store, but it hadn’t mattered because both put a shing at the memory of the little scene from the pet store She really wasn’t sure what she found , the disappointed expression on the woht just because Zoe looked a certain way that she was a pushover or the horrified almost comical expression on Trevor’s face when her words hit houy Haley was right Screwing over a man just for the hell of it was a lot of fun It was also nice having someone in her life that she could joke with and just be herself Over the past three years she’d learned to keep her mouth shut and accept all the crap life handed her as she tried toout of her life

She’d never been a pushover a single day in her life, her bigin that office had slowly sucked the life out of her, leaving her gritting her teeth and accepting whatever bullshit her bosses dealt her all while fighting the urge to open herinto a s for her to do, especially when she was used to speaking up for herself

Growing up the way she had there hadn’t been much of a choice in the matter since there was no one else to speak for her Even though she’d had about a half dozen different social workers froe of two until fifteen when she finally ran away, none of them cared about what happened to her To theotten stuck with and she only saw the to make sure she was actually alive

Her foster parents, all one hundred and fifty-three of them, had been a different story completely Some had been nice, some not so nice and some had acted like she wasn’t there, but in each and every ho le home had she been treated or expected to act like one of the family

There were always separate rules for her and the other foster kids in each home and different expectations She was expected to do as she was told and keep herhappened that she didn’t like They learned quickly that they couldn’t push her around just because no one cared about her

She knew other kids kept their mouths shut, too afraid to upset their foster parents and be shipped off to a new ho up her s with new foster parents, and learning new rules hadn’t been enough for her to keep her mouth shut If they treated her like crap she spoke up, plain and simple She never acted like a spoiled little brat who liked to bitch and whine about everything, but when she had foster parents ouldn’t feed her unless she worked for it or liked to hit her or some of the smaller kids, she spoke up, loudly