boor in love

Seattle, WA USA Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

I took the pillow off my face and frowned at the clarity. The blanket she used as a curtain on the window fell during the night and huffed at the moaning sounds that began to each through the walls. I hit the alarm clock, it few away and happily stopped playing. The bed, being brusquely pushed against the wall, was still going strong with my roommate getting fucked to the core all night long.

They must have been wearing something. was normal someone fuck for that long?

Grunting with rage at not getting much sleep, I went to my room.

private bathroom to start the day. I swallowed the urge to scream hatred when realizing that there was no more hot water. The cows that shared the house with me must have taken long baths at point of being able to cook vegetables, leaving me only water icy. I closed my eyes with so much annoyance that the tears

trickled down his face.

I washed my hair first, letting the conditioner work while washing the rest of my body. I needed to shave legs, due to lack of time, I only used a razor on my armpits. I was the second lucky to have a bathroom in the room, the first was the renter of the apartment, who I knew from my leadership team cheering at the university. There was another girl in my room

when I moved in, I slept on the couch for almost a year, it was unbearable. Enduring the parties that never ended, the couples of boyfriends who stayed up late and the crazy ones arrived drunk at dawn, throwing up all over the room. when the owner previous room went to live with her boyfriend, I took him and there was another girl suffering on the couch. The middle room didn't have bathroom, only two were suites and therefore there was a

turnover of guys walking naked down the hall to play condom off.

That bathroom had biological study material for next hundred years.

My phone beeped, letting me know it was time to leave. Brushed her hair quickly, pulling it back into a ponytail and looking at me in the mirror. Jeans, T-shirt and sneakers were enough for the day.

My backpack was packed with everything I would need on the street.

I locked my room, said good morning to the two colleagues who looked like irritated by the sleepless night, I took a yogurt in my refrigerator shelf and left.

It was too early and a little cold, drizzling, the worst kind of time. It reduced my working hours a lot and that was not Good.

I walked to the subway, protected by my old and very warrior UW hoodie. I lived in Seattle since the first year of university, but originally, I was born in a small town in the interior of the state. And no, it wasn't Forks, but it could be. Just as small, wet, full of green and gossip people. Unfortunately, there weren't any vampires. hundred year old virgin to change my life with a love overwhelming.

I took a nap, even with the wagon full. I had one

good thing. She was able to sleep anywhere. leaning against bus, standing in the carriage, at the table in the living room, in the corner of the library and even in the empty corridors of the university. That last option was only if I was really exhausted, but it wasn't worth running the

risk. It was better to wait for the women's locker room to empty to being able to take a nap in the warm between one class and another.

I arrived at my first job. I walked dogs of a certain building in one of the most expensive areas of the city.

Owners didn't usually have time to take their pets bored to see the street, got together and asked someone for the employment agency that I was registered. six dogs from more expensive and with the most varied needs were stuck in the my belt as I led them through the park.

A thousand stops to pee, plus two thousand stops for the thousands of coconuts and use my water spray to scare the big dogs wanting to bite or just play. returned each in their respective apartments, I sent the message

to my contact at the agency that it was done and I took the bus to college.

He hoped there were no unforeseen events along the way. THE teacher in my first class of the day seemed to live with something tucked in the hole where the sun doesn't hit, so it had a mood cruel and annoyed those who arrived late.

Despite the bad luck of the sleepless night, I managed to arrive on time.

to buy a coffee and walk calmly to my room. Some classmates were still taking out their materials. I got my computer, a tape recorder and a notebook, organizing my pens so you don't miss anything. He was the type to dump pounds of content.

I was a proud student of business administration with an emphasis on finance. As a scholar, I did my best. Not it was only my future that depended on a career, the care of

my grandmother mostly. After my mother passed away, we were just us and she gave everything she could for me in my adolescence.

When I moved, she remained living alone, but started to having constant dizziness, fainting spells and was diagnosed with diabetes.

My grandmother was always the type to avoid doctors, she hated hospitals, was stubborn, claimed to be healthy as a bull. Was not just like that. In my second year, I had to place her in a home home, where she had medical assistance. my grandfather left us a little money and it was with this fund that I paid the accounts, which were many and did not stop growing.

To support myself, I became a freelancer in all sorts of jobs.

that came up and was still looking for more. It was a matter of need.

I was looking for an ofice to have a steady job, with a slightly better salary and even studying, that I could rent a small apartment just for me. I couldn't stand more sharing space with those girls. We weren't friends.

Each paid part of the rent and did the chores as they were told.

previously combined by a spreadsheet.

"I'm interrupting your beautiful thoughts, Ms. Fontana?

- mr. Robbins, the asshole teacher, questioned me with his air ofnsuperiority.

'Of course not, sir. I gave him a smile.

I avoided rolling my eyes as he was still watching me and it was a huge effort. I made some more notes and researched the topics covered in class. When it was over, I was still

sketching what was on the blackboard and with time running out, I ran for my next class. My life was always running, including, part of my scholarship was because it was part of the

team of track athletes and team cheerleaders

main university.

I was all over the place all the time. Did most of the my meals walking, that's when I had the time and money.

I saved every penny, mostly to keep my emergency savings.

"You're late," Kayla said as soon as I passed through the gym doors. "We're already warming up."

"I was going to be early, but a bitch fucked my ass all night."

side," I snapped back. She laughed, not the least bit offended.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your beauty sleep." I will less noise tonight! He yelled after me and I gave him the fnger.the middle one. Did she have an iron pussy? How was she able to to hold on...

"Don't be a bitch today, Greta," Millie urged with a smile. - Even because, he's on the front committee in the next game.

I want a lot of jiggling and your best sexy faces.

- Yes ma'am. I smiled and ran to the locker room.

I changed my clothes and tied my hair back up, changing my sneakers and seeing that someone left a note in my locker,

telling me to stop by the and get my new ofce hours running training. It would be for later. I had to focus on dancing, staying in front required a lot of my concentration and performance, because the games attracted media attention.

I got tired of seeing my face with random expressions on screens and our coach demanded a lot, I didn't like to fail, my scholarship depended on my active participation in the groups I made part. Personally speaking, I was very good at dancing, so they always put me in front. Girls could hate me, however, they recognized that I knew how to shake my ass.

I might not have much in my life, in my bank account, but I was smart, didn't take shit home and never ran from a challenge. Few things scared me in life. I always fought for my goals. The ring was almost my home. To have me in hand, it took a lot of effort, nothing and no one would take me away from the focus of having

the life he deserved.

For my mother, who died full of dreams, for my grandmother, who never broke down in difcult situations and for my father, who

Seattle and rain was a relationship that worked.

I wanted that, if one day I found the man of my life, I would as sure as the season's rainy season. didn't have one car and much less forecast to have, waiting in the rain was

all I had left along with thousands of other people who walked like me.

I was on my way to my weekend job. Was a

cafeteria that was on the other side of town, I need cross thousands of avenues to dress like a chicken and invite customers to enter the establishment. I was talking to my grandmother on the halfway point, on the other, reviewing my work which needed to be delivered the next day.

I still had to stop by the library to add some

details and put the references. My lovely colleagues from room decided to have a party. I even stayed a little while, I drank, but

when the guests started getting really silly and full of hands, I decided to lock myself in the room. I put my chair on headboard, locking the handle just in case. I locked the window. It shared the exit to the freezer escape with the

next room. It was easy to jump from one to the other.

I would need a week to catch up on my sleep.

Seven days of non-stop sleeping. There was no concealer in the world that hide my dark circles. My hair was in need of hydrated and toned. I was born a redhead naturally, but it gave a little help to nature reinforcing the color and giving shine baths to stay in an enviable tone. It wasn't because I didn't have a place to fall dead that I needed ignore my appearance. I've always been vain. created by two women who had a small beauty salon, take care of me

herself in every way was as essential as breathing.

When I got to work, I changed clothes in the back and locked my backpack in the closet. The owner was really nice, he always gave a hearty meal. His wife joked that I was very skinny and stuffed me with potatoes. Little did she know, it was mine favorite vegetable. I ate and got ready to start dancing to draw attention and get customers inside.

I loved it when they handed me tips. extra money was always welcome.

Six hours later, sweaty, I got ready in the bathroom and ran to the university. I had to get in before the library doors close. The attendant allowed her to stay until she was finished.

to finalize the flex. I skidded in seconds before the security pull the chain, I left my backpack on the table and went to the finance section, picking up the books I needed to use as reference.

I made strong coffee from the machine in the hall, using my change and my stomach protested at the amount of caffeine I ingested that day. There was still a long way to go and I didn't would sleep so early.

With the table light on, I kept the books spread out on the table.

surface until the last possible minute. My routine made me think if it was worth it. Especially when I get home and find the

apartment full again. I felt a little jealous of who I could party all the time and at the same time, I thought it was weird.

Was I the only one who needed to study to pass? considered myself very smart, I had never gotten a bad grade in my entire life, not even in subjects that I felt difcult.

I barely greeted people, I just walked past them.

after heating some water to make powder soup

and eat in the room with some bread. I waved to whoever was asking to stay and dodged the drunks in the hall. hit the door and locked it. Until the sound wasn't so loud that night.

I took a shower watching the entrance, stressed about having to stay alert when I just wanted to rest.

I lay down, looking at the ceiling.

"Just one more day, Greta. You will fnd a job that pay more and you'll get out of this complete madness - I said to myself

myself and pulled back the coverlet, wanting to cry. I missed the my mother every day.

She had ovarian cancer and we fought for four years until that she couldn't resist anymore. The worst moment of my life was receiving

the news that she wouldn't make it through the night. I sat at the your side for hours, holding your hand and kissing. I saw the moment he closed his eyes and rested. grandma was at my

side, hugged me tight and maybe, my heart has never been recovered later. I always felt incomplete.

Mom was cheerful, fun, but she could be angry and scary like no other. She worked hard and wasn't afraid to nothing. My favorite days were when I had time off and we

we spent the whole day eating and watching soap operas ancient mexicans. She sang very well, she was charming and I always memorized the lyrics. I wish I could go back in time and

enjoy every second with her twice as much.

With grandma being sick, living far away, and all the worry that surrounded me, at times I felt very alone and oppressed.

All this didn't bring me down, because it had a focus, a purpose.

Everything would change. In the future, when I fulfilled my dreams, I would look

for that moment as a phase that made me evolve and mature.

I was only twenty. Much to learn. I was an adult, starting life, paying bills and doing what all people who didn't have parents to afford a life of pampering did during university. I wasn't a victim. it happened. THE fate wanted it that way and I... would show him who was writing my story was myself.

Tired as I was, the party would need to be loud enough to demolish a building.

I blacked out, feeling drunk each time I woke up to a noise and other. Someone had tried to mess with my doorknob, it was the only moment I was alert, but the person gave up and left dragged to the next door.

"Greta! Do you wanna a ride? Kayla yelled at the bedroom door in the next morning. I was just finishing organizing my stuff. I opened the door and she looked like shitty mess and hung over. - I'm going to get some stuff for my boss in that fancy neighborhood where you walk the dogs. "I do, thank you." I slung my bag over my shoulder and we left.

Kayla drove like she learned it from the internet. I complained of her driving style and she laughed, saying she only had a license

because it sucked the instructor. I rolled my eyes, laughing. She left me at in front of the building, I looked up and took a deep breath.

- Just one more day. - I held the cord that belonged to my mother, gaining strength and entered.

I was planning to take a few days off during the summer break.

to stay with my grandma. Needed to check your house, which passed the last few months rented and the tenant had left without notice. An trusted neighbor took care of it, but I had to keep her to rent again. It still wasn't worth selling.

I did real estate market analysis all the time, both of low-cost properties, like my grandmother's house, and the of high cost, as well as the customers that one day intended to have. When When I was a kid, I thought I would be a teacher. For some reason, I dreamed of working in early childhood education. It was at a lecture in high school I discovered how the market worked finance and I just fell in love.

I did everything to get points and be approved. I wanted to be one fierce woman working with the lions. I would be a lioness.

In the park, taking a leisurely walk because I don't have classes until later that day, I noticed a girl who seemed to regulate my age, with colored hair, trying to make a furry little dog, the kind with small teeth and eyes big, poop. She talked to him in a way funny, crouched down and the dog looked at her like she was crazy.

One of my dogs barked at the little dog, who got scared and tried to run away.

"Hey, come back here, motherfucker!" She grabbed him and lifted him to height.

of your eyes. "You have to shit!" I can't give you back the intestine full!

"He's got no boots," I interjected.

- What?

- The temperature is not so low that they cannot walk around, but they need thermal boots. See? - I pointed to one of mine. "You're only going to do the needs if you are comfortable. Cold, he is tense.

- What you are? Dog master? - looked at me with skepticism.

- Not. Pet sitter at some hours of the day.

- Ah cool! This dog here belongs to my grandmother and she treats him like a baby all the time. I don't think he needs outside

mat.

I gave her a nod.

- It's very likely. Here, I have an extra, paper over there. - I pointed to a patch of dry grass. She accepted and took it, doing as instructed. The little dog quickly relieved himself.

"You are definitely the master of the puppies. - A girl got up. "I'm Cass Evans. Is that you? - Greta Fontana. I let out a laugh. it was weird for me present by speaking first and last name. "Do you live around here?"

"In this snooty rich neighborhood?" Do not. I'm taking care of my grandma's baby while she visits an old friend, but we are not from here.

- Me either.

- Would you like some coffee?

Why not?

- Clear. I know a cheaper one across the park.

Cass smiled and told me to lead the way. she seemed to be

She made a disgusted expression.

- I hope you find a steady and lasting girlfriend soon. I, who have dated a lot, get confused by the girls I it presents. - Everly [3] added. "He could stop introducing them," Logan murmured behind of me. I raised my middle finger. I had no problems presenting.

the women I passed from a few sporadic hookups to my friends when I could find them. It seemed like we lived together, as it was in our adolescence.

Henri was in Denver, living his happily married life with Lexie and father of the most beautiful baby in the world, who was experiencing taste of sand at that moment. Logan moved to Vegas in an irresistible job opportunity, waged war with Everly one second, the next, they were fucking. I moved to Seattle when my grandfather got too sick to go.

heading his company and my cousins ​and brothers were busy with their own companies.

Being the only single person among my friends didn't bother me.

not even a little. She was happy for them, for their love lives and he adored his companions. The best addition, was the legged baby chubby girls walking in the sand, leaving their parents sore from so much run after him.

Ibiza was one of my favorite places in the world. I liked of places with beaches and beautiful women. There were several and how it was the only bachelor, was looking for company to spend a few moments of pure fun.

The brunette in the white bikini was definitely interested and I simply invited her to the bar for a drink. After, we were in my room, enjoying a little more than we could do it together. She left early in the morning, I took a shower and went to sleep. Everly woke me up early to go out with

the yacht and we headed to the coast of Spain.

They would leave, go back to their lives and I would travel the Europe, enjoying, meeting new acquaintances and taking the opportunity to

Make business.

My grandfather taught me to be ambitious. as I won work experience, I improved myself in the feld I had interest and created my style of play, which was working out very well. I was rich from birth, but the Chad burn family had a rule: we educate and do not support. I had access to an excellent study, good trips, speak several languages, until my twenty-one years old.

After that, I was on my own.

I was a little lost, because I didn't know if I would create my own business, whether I would become a partner in a form or I would work for my family.

I decided that I would work on my own in the

investments, that's where I identifed myself. I started as an intern and I grew up in a segment that had nothing to do with my family. My father was very upset. He was a doctor and had

the dream that I took over the place he himself never took interested.

My grandfather pretended I didn't exist. He ignored me for years.

When I made enough money to be on my own,

started my business and it was thriving very well, until the old man became too ill to continue running the company.

I sold mine to Henri and moved to Seattle. My cousins were established in the market and my brother, was a doctor well-regarded, who did not understand anything about the financial market.

My cousins ​and I were raised like brothers. my aunts and my mom were best friends, as were my dad and brother.

We were together a lot.

It was nice growing up with them in Denver, until my uncle had to move to Seattle. Having Henri and Logan around also helped.

much in my formation as a man. I never hid that my friends were important in my life and I cherished ours friendship.

After our holiday together, I traveled to England,

for some business meetings. The British market was a little irritating because I found fellow countrymen a bit snobs. My visit to the country was quick after a fruitful

contract with the Megalosaurus brothers. With free time, I spent a few days in Italy with acquaintances, weren't close enough to be considered friends.

They were good for going out and having fun. There were several women beautiful surroundings and it wasn't difcult to go out in good company. I loved the humor of the Italians.

"Are you ever going to settle down?" - Henri spoke on a phone call Wow. "Seriously, man. The best thing in the world for me was the

wedding.

"Here's the point, old friend. I will never deny the opportunity of a beautiful and lasting love. The main issue is that I don't I found the chosen one who will be the right woman for my life.

"And meanwhile, are you having fun with the wrong ones?"

"They're not wrong, they're single, I hope. I know that I don't have a commitment to anyone and I'm not being a scoundrel. I stretched my legs out in front of me, feet on the little table. "How is my lovely baby?"

When a man became a father, he could do anything thing in life, if you were a loving and participatory father, you would talk about

offspring with affection. Henri was one of those. To make him stop me torment you with things you didn't want to think about, just ask why

Adrian. It worked even with my brother, who was a very focused when he wanted to get me out of serious. we were a lot different, despite being raised the same way, Rage was unbearable and I was the typical guy who liked to live life according to the rhythm of the moment.

After listening to hours about the little man, I ended the call and called my cousin, who was taking care of the most important creature in my life.

- Hey, Max! How is my son?

"That fur ball ate my chair legs and all

in the morning I have to chase him with my socks - my cousin replied and I laughed. She knew how difcult Brad could be. - When will be back?

- In some days. My fight is already scheduled. - I accepted the drink the waiter offered me. He said he was a lady in the bar that he had sent, as a courtesy. With the phone to your ear, I turned and noticed the beautiful woman leaning against the counter with her friends.

- Are you listening to me? Max growled.

- Not. There's a beautiful woman offering me a drink with a sexy smile. Do you really think I'm going to sit here with you listening? I retorted and laughed. "Take good care of my son, I'll be right back."

I put the phone in my pocket and with the glass of drink in my hand, proceed to the group.

- Hello girls! How are you?

They smiled and opened the circle to receive me. For more scoundrel that was being single, was not adept at relationships,

even if casual, with more than one person. I already had this experience and it was very good yes, fun, however, not a practical that used to do. Interested in the brunette, I barely paid attention to the friends. At the first opportunity, I invited her to take a walk by the hotel that ended up in my room.

My stay in Italy was wonderful.

I had a series of engagements in Seattle. Rainy me called during the fight, wanting to go through my schedule with my personal assistant, Carlie. We organize the meetings and

canceled some others, changing my mind about proposals. He was renewed with my semi-vacation, I rested a lot and with the fresh mind for work.

I loved the energy that every now and then hit me, that filled me of inspiration. I created some new projects and slept the rest of the fight

what's left.

Seattle welcomed me with rain. different from time wonderful in Italy, the streets were wet and jammed.

When I did the return planning, I knew it would take a lot

track jam, but I preferred to arrive early or at dawn, that during the day. My penthouse was in a quiet area of city ​and I loved that the tree-lined neighborhood was beautiful, modern,

a mix of jovial climate with family environment.

My cousins ​lived in the same neighborhood, my brother who preferred to stay a little further away, in a big house, with lots of grass so your dogs could run free all day and my beautiful niece had room to play. After Rage married Paloma and had their daughter, his life changed

completely and the chicken man was retired. Everyone joked that the same would happen to me. My grandfather

said that once a Chad burn found love, it was for ever.

The driver and some building staff helped me with the luggage, of which there were many, leaving them at the entrance to the hall. My penthouse was the only one on that side of the building, so I there was plenty of privacy. I entered the code, the door unlocked and I left my purse on the armchair, taking off my coat.

Everything seemed in place, empty, until I noticed the ends of hairs redhead.

I imagined that my niece, Cassandra, had left a

of her many colorful wigs on my couch. I approached and I was about to get it on when I realized it wasn't a wig and yes, a person. Rather, a woman. she slept peacefully on the couch, wearing my shirt and blankets.

What the fuck?

Who was she?