Chasing Red (Red, #1)

by Isabelle Ronin

Lifting my butt, I did some Kegel exercises as if that would tell me if I had lost my virginity. Well, I wasn’t sore.

“Some pervert nearly attacked you last night. I saved you.” He shook his head. “He could have raped you.”

There was a basket filled with apples beside him. He reached for one. How fortunate he was to reach for food whenever he wanted. He didn’t have to fear being hungry…or homeless.

It was a moment before he answered. “Do you really have somewhere to go?”

He swung onto his bike, looking dangerous. He wasn’t smiling anymore. My good mood evaporated.

“Everyone!” I yelled in the hallway. “She’s mine. If you touch even a hair on her head, I will hunt you down. Now spread the word far and wide.” I heard people laugh and cheer. Someone yelled, “You’re the man, Lockhart!”

Ew

“You’re mine. Face it.” I put her down.

No <3

My mother and father were married for three years before they adopted me. They couldn’t have kids and my father really wanted children, so they got me. We were happy until I turned five, when my father lost his job and started gambling and drinking and whoring. I remembered waking up in the middle of the night as he stumbled into our small studio apartment drunk as a skunk, throwing things around, blaming me for losing his job, for not having kids, for starting the bad luck that he couldn’t shake since they adopted me.

Even when she was dying, she called out his name. He never showed up.

“Damn.” I raked my hair with my fingers, frustrated. I was turned on, and she hadn’t lifted a finger. “I’m sorry, Red. I’m just…” Horny.

“Ver, you have a pussy. It’s between your legs. You don’t actually need to be one.”

Where was my spunk?

You had some before??

He was kissing me seconds ago, and now he was planning a date with another girl? What the fuck. He hadn’t changed at all. He was still a man whore!

Damn just ask ;-;

“Stop being a coward, and tell me what you feel. I am done with your games, Red,” he said angrily, his grip on my arms tightening. And then his eyes turned soft. In a painful whisper he asked, “Do you want me or not?”

No thank you

“God. You don’t know how happy that made me. How proud I am of you right now. I can wait, baby.”

Weirdo