Until November (Until, #1)

by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Okay, let’s be clear, driving in my car with a giant beast of a dog, going from New York to Tennessee, is not fun.

Monday, Grandma and I went up to Nashville and got new computers.

I feel more at home here in Tennessee than I ever felt in New York.

He’s Miss Alice’s grandson. Can my life get any worse?

Ehh really? that is why your life is bad?

“But if any motherfucker touches you,

This is there fricking first date!

debating on whether to take off the minute his back is turned. He must see my intention because he pulls out a stool, picks me up, and sits me on it. “Sit here. I’ll be right back.” He looks at his brothers. “Watch her,” he says and they all look at him like he’s gone crazy. I’m glad to know that I’m not the only one who thinks so.

The fork

She stage whispers in his ear so that we can all hear, “Are you coming to my house tonight?” “Why would you ask that shit? I haven’t been to your house for over a year,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

A year duuh why would he go? (saaarcasm!)

Not only that, but I would say we don’t fit at all. I’m cute but not beautiful. I’m also not skinny. I have a tummy, big boobs, and a bigger butt; on top of all that, I’m short. It will never work. Not when I can see the women he normally goes after. They all are perfectly skinny women who look like models.

We don't fit because I'm not besutiful enough, never mind that he's been a jerk all along

WHY THE HELL am I sitting in his car? Oh yeah, I remember; he picked me up and carried me—kicking and screaming—over his shoulder to his jeep. Then, he dropped me in the driver’s side and forced me over to the passenger’s seat while holding my hand so I couldn’t escape.

The. Fork. RED FLAG. RED FLAGS EVERYWHERE.

This way, you don’t have a choice.

Exactly.

thinking its’ good that he doesn’t work at the strip club. I don’t know how I would feel about dating a guy in that line of work.

YOU work there, hon.

“I need to talk with your dad and uncle for a minute

Who does that anymore?

“Whatever,”

Really started to bug me how any times she repies with this

“We don’t have to do anything. We can go slowly.”

At least, thanks! I hope he means it!

“You’re mine. Every inch of you belongs to me. From your sweet mouth to your even sweeter pussy and when I want it, you better give it to me.”

THIS IS NOT RIGHT!

not that I have any choice in the matter.

He uses his other hand to pull out my hair tie and throw that behind him, and then wraps my hair around his fist. “You are not calling that piece of shit back.”