Fighting Temptation (Bay State Series Book 1) by Tiffany Hachey Read Free Book Online Page B

when you see fit.”
    “Thanks, I'll think about what you said. It's driving me crazy. She starts Monday and I don't know how I'm going to act around her. I don't want to chase her away by trying to be too cold, but at the same time I don't want to do the same thing by coming on too strong.”
    “I have faith that you'll figure it out. You're a very intelligent man.”
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    “Fuck yeah, touch down!” We all high five, whoop and holler. The Patriots are up by ten at the end of the half.
    We're heading to the concessions to grab some more beers and take a piss break when Brent breaks through the noise of the crowds of people around us, all having the same idea. “So that chick really didn't do nothing for you? Really? Seriously?” Why can't he just leave it the fuck alone? He's been going on about it all morning. Actually they all have, it's not like I'm gonna get a hard on from everything with tit's, a pussy and an ass.
    “No dumb ass! What made you think I was gonna change my mind from the first fifty fucking times you asked me?” I know they're trying to piss me off. It's working so well, one of them might end up with a black eye.
    “Okay, okay, let's talk about something else. I think the fact that he can't get it up's pissing him off.” This time it's Frank. He's cracking up laughing. I'm gonna crack his fucking skull in a minute.
    “Watch it fuck face, I'm not in the mood. I got it up plenty for your sister last night.” This sends Brent into hysterics, George not so much. She's his sister too.
    Frank shoves me, getting in my face. “That's not funny asshole. That's my baby sister your talking about. Leave Tanya out of this. I know your full of shit anyway, she's away at school.”
    “Then fucking drop the red head okay? I'm not attracted to her, get over it!” I know my face is bright red, I'm fucking pissed. I shouldn't have to defend myself to them. We've all been like brothers since school, with the exception of Brent, who joined us earlier this year after graduating college. At twenty three he's the youngest in our circle of friends. He's had no problem fitting in. I know they're just fucking with me. Usually this shit has no affect on me. Just another reason why I'm certain I've gone crazy. I need to bang my new assistant and get it over with before I lose my damn mind.
    “Are we gonna stand here like a bunch of bitches in a cat fight, or go back to our seats for the second half?” We follow Brent back to the stands, pushing through the throng of drunk and disorderly fans at the end of our row. Thankfully we're far enough away from them that they don't ruin the game for us.
    I'm uncharacteristically quite the rest of the game, I can hear them talking behind the noise of the crowd. No doubt about me, they're worried. Can't say I blame them, I'm worried about me too.
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    Before going to bed, I pour myself a jack and coke, crank AAF on the stereo in the living room, plop my ass on the couch and think about what my mother said.
    Could she be the one?
         Is that why I've been acting like this?
    I down my drink and get ready to take a shower, leaving the music on that's wired to every room to try and calm my frazzled nerves. As soon as I step into the shower Disturbed comes on. Yeah, I'm down with the sickness alright. Followed by ADIDAS by Korn, fucking story of my life.
    I can only seem to imagine sex with one woman. The same woman I'll be seeing in just eight short hours.
    Fuck my life......

mood swing
     
     
     
    My nerves are completely shot.
    I hate starting a new job. I had a few in high school and college, but this is for real, and meeting new people forget about it. I eventually do well with most people. It's just getting to know them that sucks. John told me that he went to school with a couple of the other guys that we'll be working with and that I'd be