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Chapter 1

Sitting alone in a bar, throwing back shots of Jack was not how I pictured e myself into a corner of the patio bar shielded by the drop door that led to the bartender's area My intentions were to get drunk then ood tis attached I was in a three-

My ego had recently been crushed by ht was in love with ht it ensured his devotion to only ood job, fast car – and he was a machine in the bedroom Come to find out, I was not the only wo that skanky bitch fro but a s I needed to knoas replaceable

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Being five foot four with a body et you a lot when it co, silky brown locks, my perfect teeth, and a smile that would make the devil himself bon

But all of the charo fuck it up with a fast food worker who drove a Honda

So, for the past threesorry forthat a da so Jeff would feel the need to co to protect and take care of me It didn't happen This was the real world, and Jeff was a prick, and I had stooped low enough to coet laid by some lucky bastard

The urge to pee hit e of scenery as I motioned to the bartender that I would be back and I ca The bar had filled up, and the shots had definitely caught up to me I put on my seductive face andthe pool tables and the main bar, I scanned the crowd to look for any potentials, but none of these faces could co myself, I went into the bathroom and did my business

On my way out, I paused and looked in thebefore htenedsoft curls to the front of my shoulders so they fell overout of the bathroooal

I headed back to the patio bar only to find reat I pushedthe lewd coave eous," he said as he passed over my drink

"Thanks," I replied with asto face the crowd, I realizedlaid were sli bikers, so I strolled over to the opposite side of the bar

"Hello ma'am"

I turned to see the face of an attractivethings for his package "Well hello yourself," I replied with my best fuck me smile

"II’ve seen in here all night," he said with a southern drawl that hadeven wider

"I ondering if anyone would notice, or if I was just going to have to drink alone tonight" I could tell he was taking in the sight of rabbedwith a cowboy does soirl Maybe it’s the way they hold you, or the way you feel respected and appreciated Whatever that feeling is that you get, I didn't have it This apparently was not a real cowboy He was offbeat, drunk off his ass, and had hands that wandered over everything other than my waist

"Whoa, cowboy," I said as we both nearly tripped over several strayed bar stools What the fuck was up with this guy?