Finding Faith by Ysabel Wilde Read Free Book Online

my bathroom to the front door. I was a woman on the war path.
    I swung the door open and yelled, “Damn it, John. I told you we can’t get involved.” When I stopped my blind outburst I saw Grace standing in front of me.
    “Well, hi to you too bestie. I came over to make sure you weren’t chopped up into little pieces by the new guy. He is nicknamed Killer after all. Mike and I are going to watch a movie, wanna come over?” Grace asked, waving a movie case in front of me with a big axe on the cover.
    “I’m fine.” Not really, but I wasn’t about to tell the nosiest girl in town I was left sexually frustrated and it was my own damn fault.
    “Tell Mike I’m sorry for not being much fun tonight.” I blew off the tirade, acting like it hadn’t happened. Not wanting to answer any of her questions.
    “Don’t worry about Mike, I have that covered,” Grace answered with a wave of her hand and giddy laugh. I let out a relieved breath that questioning was averted by the subject change.
    My luck ran out once her boobs came to a halt a minute after she had. “What’s this about not getting involved? Did John do something to hurt you?” Grace’s brow creased with concern over me.
    I rolled my eyes in response, not wanting to talk. “No, he didn’t hurt me.” He did everything but hurt me, I silently answered. “I just can’t get involved with anyone now, Grace, you know that. Since he showed up I didn’t want to lead him on that’s all.”
    “Whatever, Faith, he’s a hottie, I don’t understand why not. For someone who doesn’t know you, he sure seemed worried about you.”
    If there was ever a moment I was glad I had never told Grace about John this was it. Judging by her reaction, he obviously didn’t tell her our history.
    “This problem with Brad will be over soon enough. It’s not like you’re guilty of anything and aren’t worthy of love. If anything it’s the opposite. You deserve much more love than you get from the jerks you date.”
    “Thanks, pot calling the kettle black, now go back to your date with Barney,” I said with a flick of my wrist, forcing a fake smile to make my friend feel better. I didn’t want to hear Grace’s usual speech. I knew my self-esteem was shot dead in the water and I didn’t need her to remind me of it. Nothing would build it back up anytime soon so it didn’t matter.
    Grace sighed, “He doesn’t look like Barney, knock it off.” Now Grace rolled her eyes at me, her arms crossed over her size Ds.
    “If you say so, now let me get back to my bath,” I said, shutting the door on the biggest gossip of the building.
    I decided to make it a cold one.
     

     
    The sweet scent I had inhaled from where she laid under me on the couch was infused in my nose. When I lifted my head to dodge her scent to not torture my hard cock anymore, the smell of summer flowers in her condo took me back to her old bedroom.
    I pictured the girl who left me years ago. We would lie on her twin bed after school, curled up together. I would rest my head in her lap and she would run her delicate fingers through my hair, playing with it while we talked about what our future would be. Marriage, kids, even a dog. She would stay home with the kids while I worked.
    But this was the new reality. I was never supposed to see any of this, her home, her life. She moved on and never planned to include me.
    Now outside, I wondered how I ended up staring at the glow coming from her apartment. The thought made my blood boil. I thought the noise I heard in my ears was the wind from the winter night, but it was the blood rushing into them.
    A shadow came into view. It couldn’t be. A soft profile appeared. Was she looking for me? That was the only sign I needed. I wouldn’t give up. But if I stood here any longer watching her, the zipper of my jeans would burst if my cock twitched one more time, asking for release.
    On my walk back to my truck I enjoyed the chilly wind that whipped at my throbbing