100 words for the 100 Challenge.
Hold your breath. Count to ten. Would that work? Quell the anger rearing in his gut? Stop the sting behind his red-ringed eyes?
He hadn't meant to cry. He was a grown man. He didn't do shit like that. But his emotions had betrayed him and now he needed a damn tissue. Actually, no. He didn't need a tissue, he needed a baseball bat and five minutes with Chase Winters and his adulterous dick.
A smile crept across his lips as he bent down and reac...
Published on November 13, 2012 07:10