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Author Rachel Smith
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Monday, November 16, 2015
Unwanted Love - Chapters 1 & 2
Chapter 1
The
pressure of a hand squeezing my boob pulled me from my deep sleep. A
dull ache lingered in my temples, which wasn’t a shock considering I drank my
weight in vodka the night before. My eyes shifted from side to side, trying to
determine where the Hell I’d landed myself this time. They lingered on an
orange colored rust stain on the ceiling. Super
gross. The result of a leaky roof, I’m sure, because obviously the place was
a complete dump. Piles of clutter lined the walls; stacked papers, mounds of
dirty clothes and who knows what other random junk.
Boy, I sure can pick
‘em.
I’d slept on merely a crappy mattress on the floor. No
sheets. No blankets. Only a ratty-assed comforter – probably older than me – to
cover myself.
As my eyes finally adjusted to the dim light filtering
through the window, I could see a form attached to the hand on my chest. He
began to move slightly, rubbing up against my leg with his unimpressive cock. Thankfully,
the scraps of blanket covered most of him. Everything but his face. He wasn’t bad
looking, this person. Now, if I could only remember his name…
Jason? No.
Jonathon? Hmm, maybe.
Shit. Did it really matter?
Time for me to get the Hell out of Dodge. At least before this guy
opened his eyes and decided to finish his morning grope session.
As I shimmied out of his grasp and off the provisional bed,
my hand landed on the supple leather of my black mini skirt. Score. I tugged it
up my legs, my eyes skimming over the rest of the dump for my shirt. I did, at
that moment, take notice that I was still wearing my black bra. So either we
never made it that far last night, or the lazy asshole didn’t even bother to
take it off of me.
I’m gonna put my money on door number two.
I quietly snatched my tank top off of the makeshift
nightstand and pulled it over my head. Heaving my purse up over my shoulder, I tiptoed
across the junk-littered floor toward the front door.
“Shit,” I whispered. “Shoes.”
I knelt down and moved some dirty clothes and other random
crap out of the way. My hand brushed something sticky and I instantly pulled
back. The jackass had tied off the condom and just thrown it on the floor. Disgusting. A slender heel caught my eye
under a stained t-shirt. Using only the tips of my fingers, I lifted it off my
shoes, grabbed them and hightailed it out of there.
After pushing through the front door, I scanned the area in
search of any clue as to where I’d ended up last night. I hooked a left down a
narrow sidewalk and passed trailer after trailer until hitting the main road. I
held my phone up to the sky and kept walking, hoping like hell my cell service
would kick in so I could call a cab.
I wasn’t new to this game. In fact, this was old hat for me.
No one did the walk of shame better than this girl. Except there was one tiny
problem… I had no shame. None whatsoever. So I guess, then, you would just call
this a walk?
The cab pulled up and the window slowly lowered. “You the
one that called for a ride?”
“Yup.”
“Where to this morning?”
I shimmied my body into the backseat and pulled the door shut. “South
Shore.”
The cab driver turned to look at me with wide eyes. Obviously
wondering, since I looked like a complete slutty mess, why would I ask to be
taken to the wealthiest part of town?
“Yeah, yeah. I know. Just drive,” I muttered as I closed my
eyes, trying to calm my nauseous, hung over stomach.
My name is Katherine Willis. Everyone calls me Kat. You
could say I come from a wealthy family.
You would be wrong.
I come from a stinking rich, so ridiculously wealthy family,
that you would literally piss yourself if you saw my parent’s bank statements.
Yeah. That rich.
And you want to know what it means to me?
Absolutely jack shit.
All my life I’ve been paraded around like a freaking showpiece
to my parent’s friends, presented as the beautiful and classy Katherine Willis.
Except behind the scenes they wanted nothing to do with me. I learned at a very
early age that you could hire a person for anything. Cooking, cleaning, lawn
care – and, of course, to love and raise your only child.
You see, my parents needed me to make it look like they had the perfect family;
that they were living the American Dream. In reality they didn’t want me, or at
least, the hassle involved in taking care of me. They’d both grown up in middle
class homes and apparently it was their life’s mission to become something more.
To have more, be more. Mediocrity wasn’t an option in the Willis home. You were
either the best – or nothing at all.
The only time we ever acted like a family was when outside
eyes were watching. Mom never shied away from an opportunity to boast about her
wonderful daughter and how much she loved me. When, in the end, I spent more
time with nannies or my grandparents than I did with them growing up.
So, I blame them for the way I am.
Shortly after my sixteenth birthday I started dressing
differently. Provocative even. It worked because I had a killer body, a fact my
mother guaranteed. It would be bad form and tacky to have an overweight child. So
when I wasn’t in some sort of dance class, I was forced to endure an hour of
hell with her personal trainer. Daily. I had to keep up appearances, you know. She
also made me color my hair and get my eyebrows waxed at the ripe old age of
eight. God forbid anyone in the second grade class be cuter than her daughter!
The kicker? On my
eighteenth birthday she hauled me off to the plastic surgeon for a boob job. Yeah…
I know, talk about being vain. I could have refused, but deep down I always
hated my small boobs so I figured, what the hell? Still, even with my gorgeous blonde hair and
cornflower blue eyes, I wasn’t perfect enough for dear old Mom. Or maybe it was
that she wanted me to be better than all their friends’ kids. Who knows? I was the kid with the most toys and the best
clothes. But Jamie Sue, the little piss-ant neighbor girl next door, had great boobs.
It drove my mother nuts. So… in we went to Dr. Rohlfsen and voilĂ !
Kat had a rack to die for.
I learned quickly that along with this new provocative look and
kickass tits, I gained a superpower; I could get anything I wanted.
Attention, for one. From boys. And men.
The other thing I always got was my way. With only a crook
of my perfect little finger and some shameless flirting I had all the attention
I wanted, including free drinks all night. Guys ate that shit up, and I had
them eating out of the palm of my hand.
My best friend, Presley, calls me a man eater. Get in, get
off and get the hell out. End of story. Often times I run into a repeat when
I’m out and about, flirting and trying his best to get in my pants one more
time. Except I never let a guy double
dip.
“You know the address, miss?” The cab driver’s question pulled me back to
reality.
“You familiar with Banks Street?”
“Sure am.”
“Well, that’s where I need to go. Number nine seventeen.”
We drove another five minutes before reaching the estate. The
cab driver let out a low whistle when he pulled up to the gate and the massive
house came into view.
“You can just drop me here,” I mumbled as I threw a couple
twenties up to the front seat. I knew the cab ride only cost me eight bucks or
so, but I didn’t care. It didn’t bother me one bit to spend Daddy’s money in
whatever way possible. In fact, the more frivolous, the better.
I hopped out of the cab and trudged to the keypad on the
side of a tall, stone pillar. I felt like crap; still hung over, my body sore
from being used and abused the night before. After punching in the code, I
slipped through the gate before it gently closed behind me.
I only made it two steps before I heard my name called in
the distance. Ugh, not today. Through
the gate, I saw my annoying neighbor, Jamie Sue, jogging up the driveway. Of
course, most people would look like a sweaty mess after any exercise, but not
Jamie Sue. In her matching tank and skin tight shorts, she looked like a damn Nike
model. Not a single hair out of place and… was
she wearing makeup?
“Hey,” I said flatly, hoping she’d catch my tone that I
wasn’t in the mood to chat.
“Are you just getting home from last night?” Her eyes slid
down my body, taking in my disheveled outfit.
I sighed. “Yeah, so?”
“Jeez, Kat. That’s not very responsible. I bet your poor
mother is worried sick.”
“Jamie,” I said, closing my eyes as I pinched the bridge of
my nose. “I could really do without the lecture on my life choices this
morning.”
“Well, I’m just saying, Kat.”
I huffed. “Seriously, this obsession you have with climbing
up my mother’s ass is a little unnerving.”
“Katherine. That’s not nice to say,” she huffed. “Why are
you always so rude to me?”
I barked out a humorless laugh. “Cut the shit with the good
girl act, Jamie. There’s nobody out here but you and me.”
I watched as her eyes morphed into pure evil. This was the
special side of Jamie Sue only a few had the privilege to ever witness. Unlike
the fake, plastic version she showed to the outside world, I knew she was
actually the spawn of Satan.
“You’re just jealous because I’m everything your parents
ever dreamed of in a child, and you’re nothing more than a piece of trash who spreads
her legs for anyone that’s willing.”
“There’s the real bitch,” I muttered under my breath as I
rolled my eyes. “Whatever. I gotta go.”
I could feel her condescending glare burning holes in my
back as I walked away. I’d endured years of Jamie Sue pulling the wool over
everyone’s eyes about the kind of person she really was. Most of the time I
just made fun of her and let the judgmental bullshit slide off my back, but
this morning she rubbed me the wrong way.
I bet your poor mother
is worried sick.
Right. And I bet someday the Kardashians will just turn back
into regular people.
Never gonna fucking happen.
Taking a deep breath, I brushed my annoyance away and headed
for the house. My parents owned the biggest property on Crystal Lake. My dad is
the Chief of Staff for Minnesota Health Systems and isn’t around much. He began
his career as a heart surgeon and soon became one of the most sought out
surgeons in the country. Then, the world. Patients travelled from every continent
for his services. When he became Chief, he slowed down a bit in the operating
room, but still kept busy with all the new administrative duties.
I walked up the cobblestone driveway that paved the way to
the front entrance, before it circled around the massive fountain back to the
gate. The edging of the fountain was layered in stone to hold the clear,
sparkling water. Another pillar stood in the very center, water sprouting from
several places before it shot majestically from the top and then sprinkled down
like rain.
It was beautiful, but overly pretentious. At night, it was
even more spectacular as multiple spotlights cast a glow on it from every
direction. Built into the ground to create the illusion that the light just
simply ‘appeared’ to highlight all the splendor of the fountain.
That damn fountain cost more than most families made in a
year.
I rolled my eyes at the thought and continued on.
As I approached the front door, I took in the enormity of
the mansion. Four white pillars stood at the front of the house, making the
door seem tiny. Hell, it made me feel tiny every time I had to come in this way.
Tiny and invisible, which was the only time I was thankful for absent parents
who didn’t give a shit about me. I could come in, sneak through the house and
get to my wing without any problems. Thank God for small miracles.
Except today.
Of course.
Today had to be the one damn day that I pushed through the
front entrance into a foyer full of family. Not what I needed, especially after
running into Jamie out front.
“Oh, shit on a shingle,” I muttered, only partially under my
breath. My mother bustled over instantly, putting on a gallant show in front of
her in-laws. I should’ve expected it. She did have an audience to impress. I
winced as she attempted a cheek kiss. This woman repulsed me, so it was pure
instinct to pull away.
“What was that dear? Well,
good morning, anyway. Have you been up and out already? Let’s just get you changed for brunch. Your
grandparents stopped by this morning so we’ll eat out on the veranda, okay? I know how you love to look out over the
water. Kiss, kiss, my sweet beauty. Move along now and make yourself
presentable. Don’t forget… Mama loves you to the moon and back.”
Barf.
She turned and continued jabbering at my grandparents,
herding them like cattle into the next room while she blabbed on about how I
loved my morning run.
Right. Because most
people go for a run in a leather skirt and hooker shoes.
I made it one step before a hand curled around my elbow, the
fingers digging in so tightly they were bound to leave a bruise. My grandparents
had shuffled themselves into the other room and she just couldn’t resist the
opportunity to cut me down. Leaning into my side, I felt her warm breath on my
neck as she whispered harshly, “You have ten minutes to clean yourself up and
get your ass back down here. You look like the homeless tramps that live under
the bridge by the interstate.”
Nice, Mother.
“Fine,” I hissed.
I shook my head and trudged over to the massive staircase on
the left, the side that would take me to my room and away from these vile
people. I’d almost made it to the first step when my dad caught my eye. Never a
man of many words, this morning wasn’t any different. His lips thinned into a
tight line as he gave me the once-over, taking in my untidy appearance with
absolute disproval. A part of me waited for him to scold me, to reprimand my
actions and tell me how I’m too good to keep doing this to myself. How I’m
wasting my life when I have so much potential. I could be anything, at least
something better than this. Instead, he gave a curt nod and clipped,
“Katherine.”
I looked into his eyes, waiting for more, willing him to
show me he gave even the tiniest shit about his only child.
“Father,” I replied. My eyes held his, both of us too
stubborn to back down. Eventually, I broke the silence and said, “Wow. Great
chat. We should totally do this again sometime soon.”
Shaking his head at my smart-ass remark, he turned and
walked away.
Dismissed. Again. Like I was nothing more than one of his
many employees on the payroll.
I swallowed down the emotion threatening to clog my throat,
making it disappear into the depths of my soul like all the other nasty
encounters with my parents over the years. Once upon a time this would have
sent me into a tizzy, where I’d focus on doing everything possible to obey and
please them.
But not anymore.
Screw them.
I turned back to the stairs and slowly climbed to the top,
yearning for a hot shower to remove the smoke smell from my hair, and the sordid
germs off my body. I stepped into the steamy spray and let it wash the stress
down the drain, taking my sweet time just to piss off Mother Dearest. I felt
more like myself with each passing minute and my mind wandered to the night
before. Why do I always seem to pick up guys that take me to a complete shit
hole?
I didn’t want to think about the answer to that question. I
knew it, but refused to acknowledge the problem. At least not right now when I’d
just dealt with the reason downstairs. Daddy issues, you say? Well, I’ve got a double dose of that. Try Mommy
and Daddy issues. Piled higher than the junk lining the walls of the crappy
trailer I escaped from this morning.
Oh well. You’re only young once, right? Wasn’t this how life was supposed to be for a
twenty-one year old rich kid? Party
every night and sleep all day?
Hell yeah. This was my reward. My penance for a lifetime of
being treated like the gum on the bottom of their designer shoe.
Chapter 2
I
curled my hands around the oversized coffee mug, leaning over to gently
blow the steam away. I felt calm, relaxed even. Usually it took some lake time
to get me feeling this mellow.
It was much needed after wearing my ‘perfection mask’ for
two whole hours yesterday during brunch. By the time I’d made it back to my wing,
I worried that my mouth would actually freeze into the fake, plastic smile. Thankfully,
once the grandparents left, I again became invisible and was able to nap the
rest of the day.
I woke to a text from Presley, requesting my presence this
morning at the Crystal Cup for a jolt of warm caffeine.
Downtown Crystal Lake was adorable. A picturesque town, like
something you’d find on a Hallmark card. The modern day Mayberry, if you will. Drawing
an abundance of tourists, the shops catered mostly to the wealthy. Especially
the non-essential stores. No sane person would pay such ridiculous prices for
some of these things. The wealthy patrons likely bought items simply to brag it
was purchased while spending the summer at their ‘lake home’ or whatever
bullshit excuse.
Some people. I will never understand.
There just had to be more to life than trying to keep up
with the Joneses. Or in Crystal Lake… the Willises.
Anyway, I chose the table near the window so I would see
Presley walk in. Not that I could miss her from any part of the store. When
Presley Maxwell entered a room, it became electric.
We met in fifth grade. Her family moved to town after her
dad became the President of Crystal Lake Bank and Trust. Even though they were
well-off, Presley’s childhood was very different than mine. Her parents doted
on her and her brother, loved them unconditionally and supported them in every
way. I enjoyed spending time at her house as a kid, just for that reason. That,
and the fact that they had an entire room dedicated to all things Elvis. No
shit. Hence the name, Presley Grace.
Think I’m joking? Her
brother’s name is Aaron. Oh yeah, seems fairly normal… thank God, considering
it was Elvis’s middle name. Aaron’s middle name, however, is King. Aaron King Maxwell.
You could say they were a bit obsessed with the guy.
Plus, she lived on North Shore, the polar opposite of the
snooty-falooty side of the lake where I grew up.
Crystal Lake wasn’t a big town, by any means, but people here
were territorial. South Shore homes were bigger, fancier, and more regal. The
occupants had an abundance of money to burn and throwing it in each other’s
face was important to them.
North Shore contained the normal people, at least by my
standards. A general mixed bag of white and blue collar. They had neighborhood
gatherings and you never drove down the street without seeing someone smile and
wave from their front porch.
Yet, when people from the North and South side got together?
Whew. Not good. Not good at all. On occasion, I worried that the outcome
would cause an all-out war. Okay, maybe not that dramatic. More like a rumble. I
envisioned something along the lines of West
Side Story. Except without the musical number from the Sharks and the Jets.
I giggled to myself as the bells chimed above the door. About time you showed up, Presley.
I looked up and my world shifted. Everything around me fell
away as I watched the sexiest man alive walk to the counter. No, not walk…
prowl. His ragged blue jeans sat low on his waist. Covered in dust and dirt,
the bottom edge frayed where they fell against his worn work boots. After a
lifetime of feeling numb, the tingle of a hundred pins and needles stung every
nerve ending in my body when he reached to pull his wallet from his back pocket.
Muscles flexed and rippled through his forearm as his blue t-shirt rode up just
a tad, revealing his tight, tanned stomach.
“Medium coffee. Black.” His voice rumbled through the entire shop. It
rolled over my skin, causing my stomach muscles to clench tight and my hoo-hoo
to spasm. For a moment, the only sound my brain registered was the steady pounding
of my heart as it tried to pump itself right out of my chest.
Holy shit on a fucking
shingle. I licked my lips, suddenly aware that my mouth resembled the
Sahara. Dry as it was, I still felt the need to check my chin for drool. I want that, I thought to myself. I
pictured myself under him, on top of him, beside him. Both of us sweaty and
breathing heavily. Mmmm, I bet he’s a
wild one. Without warning, my beautiful man candy disappeared.
“Are you high?”
“Move, Presley,” I commanded,
trying to push her face out of mine so I could see him again.
“What is the matter with you?”
Realizing I’d spent the last few moments acting like a
cartoon character - with my eyes bulging from my head and my tongue lolling
onto the floor - I snapped myself from the lustful haze and looked at my best
friend.
“Nothing. Hi. I’m sorry. I was just…” My eyes slid one last time to the counter.
She giggled. “Admiring the view?”
“More like picturing my next conquest.” I shrugged and turned to face her. The girl
couldn’t look more opposite of me if she tried. Where my blonde hair and blue
eyes made me look like a life sized Barbie doll, Presley resembled an exotic
visitor from a faraway land. Dark, almost black, locks hung in loose waves
around her face, accentuating her almond-colored eyes. The dimples on each side
of her mouth popped out whenever she flashed her shit-eating grin. But when she
let out a full smile, her beauty was blinding.
The best part though, was what was on the inside. Born with
a heart of pure gold, Presley was the bestest best friend I could ever ask for.
“So where’d you end up the other night? I got distracted and you disappeared,” she
reached out and grabbed my coffee cup, taking a sip before her face twisted in
disgust. “Gross, Kat. How do you drink that awful crap?”
“It’s coffee.”
“Hold up.” She walked
to the counter, gave the barista some sort of hand signal and threw a couple
bills down. The super duper hottie had already paid and graciously moved to the
side to give her more room.
“Hey there,” she said to him, flashing one of her blinding
smiles.
My spine stiffened.
She was talking to my guy! Wait, not my guy. The guy. The hot guy, who fried every last brain
cell and turned me into a pile of goo.
He didn’t respond, only lifted his chin and grinned back. Oh great, I don’t stand a chance. The
chin lift was like hot guy code for ‘Yeah, I see you and, yeah, we can
definitely fuck later.’
Ugh, I could just see it now. The two of them would hit it
off right away, falling madly in love while I watched, heartbroken, from the
sidelines. After a whirlwind romance they’d pledge their undying love for one
another before riding off into the sunset on a stupid, white, fucking unicorn. Damn it, Presley!
I huffed, not understanding this feeling as jealousy coursed
through my veins. Presley and I never competed for guys. If a guy chose her
over me, I’d simply go find a different one. What the hell superpower did this guy have that made me want to
tackle my best friend?
“Now what?” she asked as she sat back down in the seat. “Seriously,
Kat. You look ready to commit murder. Does it have something to do with where
you ended up the other night?”
I heard the bells on the door chime again and watched as my
beautiful stranger walked across the street. Damn. I wanted to stare at him some more. I took a deep breath,
willing my frustration away. I still couldn’t quite grasp what was happening. I
rarely let any kind of emotion affect me, but I was all over the place this
morning.
“I woke up at a trailer park on the east end of town. Nothing
crazy. Just grabbed my shit and got myself home. Did you see that guy?”
“The guy you left with?”
“What? No. I don’t know who that was. I’m fairly certain his
name started with a ‘J’ but that’s about all I’ve got on that one. Plus, the
lazy ass didn’t even take my bra off. What the hell is up with that? No, I mean that guy who was just at the
counter. Tall, unruly brown hair, dirty clothes like maybe he’s a mechanic, or
landscaper. Oh, or maybe he works construction.” I continued to ramble, unaware
Presley’s body had frozen as she stared at me in shock. “Obviously an athlete,
or runner, or something by the way his clothes fit tight against all those
muscles.”
She blinked.
“You know,” I went on, pointing at the counter like she needed
the extra reminder, “the guy from… just… just a minute ago?”
Seconds ticked by on the clock. I swear I heard crickets
chirping in the background as I waited for her to respond. Rather, she lifted
her coffee cup to her lips and took a sip before clearing her throat. She
glanced once more toward the counter, squinting and tapping her finger against
her lips as if that would help jog her memory. My foot tapped anxiously against
the floor, all patience gone.
“You’re doing this on purpose.”
She smiled but quickly bit her lip.
“Presley Maxwell.”
A musical laugh erupted from her throat. “Okay, okay. Wow. You…
this is… I can’t even freaking talk
because I’ve never seen you get so googly over seeing a hot guy.”
I sighed. “I knew you thought he was hot.”
She continued to laugh as she shook her head back and forth,
causing her hair to sway with the subtle movement. “Well, yeah, any sane girl
would agree. It’s the fact that you seem
to be all thrown out of whack over seeing him across the room that really has
me baffled. Besides, when have you ever given two shits if I thought a guy was
hot?”
I let out a petulant ‘huff.’
I was not out of whack or googly, as she so eloquently put it, over that
guy.
“Look, the only thing I know about him is that he lives down
the street from me,” she continued. “Remember that blue house the McKinley’s
own?” I nodded, still unable to form a
complete sentence. “They rent the place. This is like their third summer here,
I think. Other than that, I don’t know much about them.”
Damn. I definitely needed to do a little recon on this guy. If
anything, to find out how he was able to render me speechless from across the
room. Also, why I felt the need to be near him, to touch him, and how he
managed to melt my insides when I didn’t even know his name.
“Oh,” Presley continued, “and his name is Jaxson McAllister.”
Monday, November 2, 2015
New kid on the block!
Hello and welcome!!
Well, here we go, folks! The time has come that I get a blog up and running for this writing gig. Please bear with me as this site will be under construction for a bit while I get things figured out.
I am Rachel Smith. I am the self published author of two books. I released Home in March of 2014 and the follow up in the series, Broken Home, in March of 2015.
I can't say what got me started in doing this. I suppose it can be attributed to some major life changes that happened to free up a little time for me. I've always been an avid reader (and still am) and one day just thought, "I wonder if I could write a book?"
So I sat down and started one.
Three months later, the rough draft was finished.
My initial intent was to print it out, staple it together and let my friends read it.
But then I found out about the crazy world of self publishing... and that there are SO MANY other writers like me who can fulfill that dream of holding your actual printed book in your hands.
So I did.
And it was freaking awesome.
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