Imperfectly Yours Volumes 1-4 (A New Adult Romance Series) : Imperfectly Yours, His Diversion, Of Fear And Fate, Hard To Love You by A. Gardner Read Free Book Online Page B

stupid coffees. Then I can spend all day on the beach and come home to a quiet night in front of the TV because Aunt Scar thinks I’ve worked hard all day. Then I could wake up the next day and do it all over again.
    Perfect.
    Until Professor Welch calls the apartment wondering why I’ve been MIA for the past week.
    I don’t have the guts to actually do it. Only dream about doing it. I lack the spontaneity. That’s what everyone always says. Scarlett. Zanna. Even Dane. It’s hard for me to take a chance on a whim. The reason why I’m still a virgin I guess, and with Dane missing it might stay that way. Good thing Dane only knows about that.
    I feel the breeze behind me being blocked. I turn around. No one. But that feeling - the one you get when someone hovers over your shoulder - it won’t go away. My heart beats faster than my steps. Just get the coffees and go back to work.
    I dash inside and grab the last tray. It is kind of embarrassing having to cart coffees back and forth between buildings in an ugly outfit. I want this day to be over. I want this internship to be over.
    The feeling is still there. I look over my shoulder again. I’m being paranoid. Why would the guy from the party be following me? I doubt he even lives around here. Zanna doesn’t know who he is. I exhale and start the long trek back to my hidey hole.
    Dane, please . . . come back.

DANE
     
    Three
     
    “. . . backstabbing for a living.”
     
    Being a Haskell means being a dirtbag. I try to be a good person. I try to fly under the radar but it never works. I always end up making things worse, being accused of cheating, or being called a downright bastard. It’s in the genes. My dad’s a jerk and so am I. Why try preventing the inevitable. I’m tired of trying.
    I’m done.
    My conscience hates me. The more I ignore him, the more his voice in my head gets drowned out by other things. Urges. She’s going to hate me, if she doesn’t already. I realize it now that we’re apart. Though I’m sure the moment I see her again all the reasonable thoughts will be brushed aside. That leaves the sexual ones.
    “If I give this back to you, will you contact that girl again?”
    “No,” I lie.
    “Good. Otherwise, I’ll have to tell your father.” Dad’s right hand man, and massive body guard, has been sitting outside my door all day. Dad calls him Rig. That’s all I know about him other than he’s british and supposedly rides with the Hell’s Angels. He barged as I was sending Mikki a text. I only got one word to her. I hope she figures it out.
    I hit my head against the wall. I can’t stand it here. I can see the sunshine through the blinds. I hear the birds and the sound of a nearby stream. I’m hidden from it all. Rig keeps me from going outside. So I sit in my room watching TV and trying not think about how messed up my life is.
    Rig hands me my cell phone. I have about a hundred missed calls and text messages. He stands in front of me folding his arms.
    “What? I said I promise okay.” I roll my eyes.
    “And I said you can check your messages.” His deep voice booms through the room. “That’s it.”
    “What so you’re going to sit here and read over my shoulder? Come on, man.”
    “If you like I can always knick it again,” he replies. A subtle smirk crosses his weathered face.
    “How much longer do I have to do this?”
    “Until your father contacts me,” Rig responds. “That’s the deal.” And that’s the only thing I know about the deal I made with my father. I would have never left Mikki if I knew this was going to happen.
    “I’m in another city,” I sigh. “Another state. It won’t hurt to just step outside.”
    “Oh it will hurt if you do, mate. I can promise you that it will.”
    “Fine,” I gulp. I scroll through the desperate pleas from Mikki and hand my phone back just to get him the hell out of my room. He pockets it and stomps down the hall.
    Whatever.
    I’m going to leave this prison no matter