Wanting Mr. Cane (Cane #1)

by Shanora Williams

"I know why you're upset with me," he finally said. "Why you've been treating me like shit the last couple of months." I looked at him. "I'm not upset with anybody. I only see you when you come to the house. How can I possibly be mad at you?" "It's because of Kelly," he said, merely ignoring my comment. My pulse skittered. He stopped at a red light and looked at me. "When I asked if you were jealous of Kelly, I didn't think you really would be, Kandy." My heart dropped to my stomach. Shit, he knows. "I'm not jealous," I lied, palms clammy now. I snatched my gaze away, fire building in my throat. I had the urge to open the car door and roll out—anything that would spare me from the shame and truths right now.

"Whatever, asshole." He glanced at me through the corner of his eye. "You feel good when you curse at me, don't you? Your dad would have a fit if he knew about your potty mouth," he chuckled, and the deep rumble of his laugh made my spine tingle, and not in a bad way. "What other names have you called me behind my back?" "Jackass. Dipshit. Fucker. Asshat. Jerk-face—just to name a few." "Amusing." By his tone, I figured he'd found it anything but. "You really know how to break a man's heart, Kandy Cane."

"Why did it catch you by surprise? Am I not allowed to date anyone?" I avoided looking at him. Would it have been selfish to say he couldn't date while I had a raging crush on him? Probably. "I can't tell you what to do." "You can," he said, simply. Blatantly. "But it doesn't mean I'll listen." "Exactly, so why should I even bother?" He laughed. "Because you're Kandy Jennings. A feisty little shit who doesn't know how to hold her tongue."

I had fallen hard for him, and it hurt so much to want a man I couldn't have.

"He's sex on a stick, K.J. He's super successful and handsome and he gives you chocolate and notebooks. It’s also hot as fuck when a guy shows up unannounced. That is any woman's dream. There's nothing weird about liking someone like him."

Though she knew what she wanted, she was still innocent—too innocent for me.

“if you don’t love everything about yourself, how can you possibly take on the task of loving everything about someone else?”