First Love by Kathy-Jo Reinhart Read Free Book Online

scenarios in my head for how this trip could play out. What actually happened wasn’t even on my radar.
     
    I knocked on her apartment door, but no one answered. I decided to go to the coffee shop across the street and wait a while. I sat by the window. I could see her if she came home from here. I was so damn nervous I didn't know if she was going to slap me or hug me when she saw me. I was really hoping for the latter. But, it didn't matter. I couldn't live without her anymore and I was going to prove that I wasn’t going anywhere. I have never loved anyone the way I loved her. I never would. If I didn’t have her, I would spend the rest of my life alone.
    Just like that, there she was, more beautiful than ever. My smile quickly faded when I saw that some douche-looking guy was with her. They were holding hands. He stopped her right in front of the window of the coffee shop. Then, Mr. Douche got down on one knee and pulled a black box from his pocket. Really? Who proposes on the street in front of a coffee shop? I wanted her to say no so badly, I didn't realize I was holding my breath. I could see the look on her face. She's shocked, but happy. He opened the box and pulled the ring out and slipped it on her finger. As if my world hadn't been turned upside down enough in the last few years, I saw her nod her head in agreement. I watched them walk across to her apartment building and go inside. I got up and left, driving straight back home and head first into the bottle. I didn’t come up for air for three weeks.
     
    We finish our last song, I head over to the bar for a beer with the guys, and then head back to my apartment for the night. As soon as I walk in, I know someone is here. My heart stars to race in my chest. Was it Amber? Did she come back to talk to me? Does she still want me? I pick up my pace, walking faster to my room. I push open the door and see Darcie. FUCK! I have been trying to get rid of this woman for over a year now. She is not taking the fucking hint. I met Darcie in the bar after I got back from Atlanta, I was drunk all of the time and screwing a different woman every night. I went home with her one night. We were just about to finish up when her husband walked into the bedroom. She never told me she was married. I may have been a whore, but I had morals. I never messed around with someone else's girl. To top it off, her husband just happened to be Beau Hartly. He and I never got along in high school. That night ended with both of us in jail.
    "What are you doing in my apartment?"
    "It's been so long, Kyle. I know you miss me. Come on, I can make you feel very good." She thinks she sounds sexy, but she doesn't. A year of pulling shit like this and not giving up just makes her desperate. She knows what kind of guy I am, no woman more than once and definitely no relationships.
    "Look, Darcie, I’m starting to sound like a fucking broken record. I do not want you. That is not going to change, ever . If I find you in my apartment again, I will have you arrested. Now, get out." I try to keep my voice even, calm. The last thing I want is to set her off.
    "I would never walk out on you like that bitch Amber did." How did she know about Amber? I'm sure Beau has seen her since she started working at the bar. He always did have a thing for her.
    "You are pushing your luck, Darcie. I suggest you shut the fuck up."
    "You really think once little miss goody two shoes finds out how many women you have been with she is going to want anything to do with you? You'll be back in my bed again." She smirked and out she went. I lock up behind her and make a mental note to change the locks. I am starting to think she is the kind of bitch that boils bunnies.
    I turn the shower on as hot as I can stand it. I relax under the spray of the water and close my eyes. The only thing going through my mind is Amber … how good she looked with a tight KC's t-shirt and her ass in those short jean shorts. I place my hand above my