The Right Kind of Love by Kennedy Kelly Read Free Book Online

off my shoes and my feet felt the cold pine wood floor. It felt so much better than being outside in the miserable heat. I could tell it was going to be a scorcher today. Maybe I would go for a swim later.
    He opened the fridge and put away my milk, veggies, and some of my other perishables. “It’s truly no problem. I would be happy to show you around more tonight when I get off work.”
    Oh, for the love of all that is holy, I could only imagine the kind of places he would take me. “I think I’ll be fine on my own. Thanks.”
    “Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. We can hit a great dive I like to frequent. The place isn’t too rowdy and it’s full of regulars who just belly up to the bar for a stiff drink and cozy conversation.” He shut the fridge door.
    “Oh, lovely, a dive. I think I’ll pass. Plus, I wouldn’t want to come between any skanks you might need to bang later.” My cell alerted me that I had a text so I whipped it out of my pocket.
    “Well for your information, I can still pick up with you there. Maybe we could work a three-way.” He gave me a wink.
    “OH MY GOD, Damien. Really, you’re going way too far with this. You’re such a filthy minded man.”
    I opened up the text.
    Wes: Where are you, baby. I’m sorry for what I did. Come home.
    I felt bile rise in my throat and quickly ran to the hall bathroom emptying all of my contents from breakfast. I can’t believe that he texted me and let alone saying he was sorry. What kind of sick fuck was he? You don’t do what he did and get forgiveness.
    I looked up and Damien was standing at the door. “You okay there?”
    Quickly standing up, I went to the sink and washed out my mouth and washed my hands. I needed to get my shit together. I was stronger than this. I could overcome this. I just needed more time to build up my full mojo.
    “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” I looked down at the floor. I didn’t want him to see the fear that I know was showing on my face. I felt myself tremble, and I had no doubt I was white as a freaking ghost.
    “Let’s go sit for a few minutes and get you a bottle of water.” He walked over to me and rubbed slow, soothing circles on my back as we walked back to the main living space. I almost broke away from his hand because I couldn’t fathom being touched by a man after the text I got. But then it started to feel soothing and I relaxed a bit.
    He went to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He twisted the cap off one and handed it to me. “Here, drink this but take baby sips so you don’t get sick again. I have some medicine in my room if you want it?” He had a genuinely concerned look on his face. He was being so nice to me, and I’d just been a complete bitch.
    “Thanks, I’ll be fine. I just need to sit for a few seconds and calm my nerves.” To say I was fried was a complete understatement. My nerves were flipping all over the place.
    “Take your time, babe.”
    I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding and then tried to take deep breaths to calm my nerves. It was starting to help and the water felt cleansing. I could NEVER let him find me again.
    NEVER.
    There is some part of me that feels like I should have pressed charges, but honestly, I didn’t want things to be any messier than what they were. It would completely destroy things back in Detroit. This move was for the best, even if I was stuck living with a man-whore who was clearly trying to be kind to me at this moment.
    “I think I’m good. I appreciate you being there for me.”
    “You want to talk about it?” I clearly wasn’t fooling him. He had to have known that text upset me.
    “No, I’m good.” But really was I good? I felt like I such a liar.
    “Here. Give me your phone. I want us to exchange numbers.” Not thinking, I took my phone out of my back pocket and handed it to him. He looked down and I noticed he wasn’t typing his digits. Shit. He must be reading my text.