Ache for You (Trapped in Three Hill Book 1) by Nancy Beaudet Read Free Book Online

real partiers can’t afford to pay the skyrocketing rent. It’s ridiculous.
                  I pretty much pay $1100 a month to live in a one-bedroom townhouse without heat or any soundproofing.
                  The foundation is cracked; anyone could plainly see that. The cream coloured panelling wasn’t done recently but the living room is pretty big. It has a step up into the kitchen that I trip on almost daily. But alas, it’s a better alternative than living with my parents.
                  That is also beyond obvious. Two drunk idiots with money to burn and oh they are so willing to waste it. My mom is just too chicken shit to light the match. So she leaves that to my dad.
                  I unlock my front door and head in. The front door is solid. It would be seriously hard for anybody to break in without ending up bruised and broken. I think that’s what I used to like so much about it. I felt safe in my prison.  That’s what this is. It isn’t a home. It isn’t my safe haven. This place is a hollow fortress.
                  I’ve never dusted.
                  I don’t give a shit about appearance. Not anymore, I guess. I used to be that kind of prick. I was always showing off the latest threads if you want to call them that. I called them new shirts and new pants.
                  I liked attention. I have always liked it; I have always craved it but for all of the wrong reasons. I didn’t care to be noticed. I cared to be hated. I liked when people were jealous. I liked when you were pissed off at my existence.
                  My front door enters into my living room, the dark hardwood floors creak with my entrance. I stand by my empty coffee table, looking in on my kitchen. The walls are painted a deep forest green. The floorboards dark hardwood. The kitchen counters a cool granite. I run my hand along the edge of it.
                  My brown couch is leather and I have a black leather lazy boy recliner.  A flat screen television sits as the centre, though I haven’t watched TV in forever. The news is just a depression shit-storm. Cartoons don’t do it for me anymore.
                  I actually caught myself watching that mother and daughter drama you loved so much. It was delightfully intriguing. Or you know, it was good and whatever.
                  I pull of my shirt and toss it towards my washer and dryer. I’ll take care of that mess later.

   This Is Bullshi t- Flo
     
                  I almost lose my shit when Mal starts taking off his clothes.
                  I know that makes me sound like some sort of brain-dead, sorority girl on a Webflix special. I’m not that girl though.
                  I’m Flo.
                  His body is a wonderland I want to make my home. He radiates warmth and love and everything that I have never really known. He makes me whole.
                  “You told me I was special and smart and beautiful. You told me everything that I ever wanted to hear and more so. You say you want to die and join me the underworld? That’s not possible.” I walk slow, carefully circling Mal.
                  I try desperately to keep my eyes away from his but it is a feat that proves to next to impossible. How is he so beautiful?
                  His shoulders curve with muscles that I didn’t even know he had until right now. His stomach is hard as a brick wall; even from all the way across the room I can tell. Mal is tall, almost six-foot-two. His waist is narrow, a happily trail disappearing past his navel. A line of dark hair points down, making me feel like some super turned on, dead weirdo.
                  We never got the chance to truly see each other up close and personal. We always moved slowly and yet I felt as if were speeding up a dead end hill.