A Taste of Spring
Chapter 45
SUMMER
This shit has to end, Summer thought as she stood in the kitchen of her apartment. It's been two weeks and Spring still looked like leftover shit on a stick and it was all that twit's-Fallon's-fault. God, why did the lord breed such pricks? From her father, a loser drug-addicted liar, to her first real boyfriend, a voyeur douche who manipulated and used her, men were the scum of the earth.
Though Summer only had one good use for them-as her personal ATM machines, her sister felt differently. Spring believed in Happily Ever After, and that meant she let men affect her. To do that meant being miserable and hovering from here to there like a ghost while dealing with their machinations, and then looking like a zombie when they broke you.
(...and they always broke you.)
Thank god she didn't believe in love anymore.
"Want to catch a movie tonight?" Summer leaned on the wall as she watched Spring fidget with the zipper on her shoulder bag.
"Not really. Besides, I only have a few episodes left of the show I'm streaming." Spring finally zippered up the bag. She opened the front door to go to work. "See ya."
"See ya," Summer said as she watched her sister slink out of the front door. "Yeah, this shit has to end."
and clutch purse then slipped her feet into her
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FALLON
his living room to the
he unlocked the door and pulled it
loose gray top that fell off her shoulders with a
on him. Fallon had to force his eyes to stay in place and not roll up into his head. He noted her stance, the crossed arms, the scowl on her too perfect
my address from your Madame or Pimp, but I see it as a breach of information and will
stared at the spot where she was standing seconds ago. When the shock
clearly angry. He scanned the room for his cell phone in case he had to have her psycho ass removed from his property. It
he chuckled as he walked around the circumference of his seating area, giving her a wide berth, "wait, is your name Brittney Goings or Summer Lafayette? Both sound like porn star aliases
spat. "What the hell
berated himself. Just because he felt guilty didn't mean he wanted her to see
it fell to the floor and slid until it hit the base of the wall. Lord knew he never laid hands on a
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