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“I can take myself up with my things. Thank you.”
“No,” Augustine says firmly. “If you’re a woman in my house, you don’t lift a damn finger carrying anything heavy.”
Before I can protest, he takes my things and struts in front of me as arrogantly as humanly possible. Despite wanting to, I don’t argue. It’s not Augustine I’m afraid of. The dogs have me frozen in place.
“Flurry, Creed, heel,” Augustine says. When he notices that I’m not following him up the stairs, he looks at me over his shoulders. I can’t help but shudder at how damn sexy his eyes are. He has a little bit of gray in his hair too, which he is definitely way too young for, but it makes him look distinguished. I like it.
“Come on,” he says. “I got the place ready for you.”
He has a very funny accent that sounds even wilder than what you hear up in Central New York with all the flattened, drawn out vowels. He definitely sounds country. I want to ask him if he’s a lumberjack, but I don’t think lumberjacks make the type of money needed to bail out my student loans. Nah, he must work in oil.
“Thank you,” I answer politely, choosing to play up my sweet side to get information. “Do you work in the oil industry?”
“No,” he says. “I retired eight years ago when I moved here.”
“From what?”
“It’s nothing you need to trouble yourself with.”
I want to say “I’m your wife” so he lets me into his business, but it sounds too extra and dramatic. And suddenly, Augustine is making me very fucking nervous with his secrets and with those creepy eyes. I have never taken to blue eyes. Theycanbe cute, but they can be scary too. Augustine’s eyes border on terrifying.
He won’t stop staring at me and that scares the crap out of me because I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Maybe he wants to wear my skin. I don’t know.
“So what’s wrong with you?” I ask him.
“Huh?”
“How did you end up in this situation?” I ask him, nervous that he’s going to snap and kill me. He has those eyes, you know? Those icy, blue eyes that look like winter. Which means, they look like death.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he says. “But I won’t because we just met each other and it doesn’t matter what the paperwork says, we’re strangers. We don’t need to go into all that.”
Damn. I didn’t expect him to have such a harsh answer, but he has terrifying eyebrows, he’s the size of a giant and he has two dogs that could probably rip my face off.
Trinity, I think you might have to run away from this damn place…
“Right. Strangers. Got it. Okay,stranger.Let me unpack alone then. No need to have strangers looking at my damn underwear.”
He scowls and turns red before storming away, whistling for the dogs to follow him. Great. Augustine stomps away from me like an angry yeti and I know I have already found a way to piss him off. At least he leaves me alone to unpack, but I’m also taking my time to think this shit through.
This man looks far more country than any weak ass redneck you might find in Upstate New York. His grisly beard looks like he genuinely needs it for warmth. He has eyes that look like he’s seen some shit and he is the size of a motherfucking tree, probably for when he has to arm wrestle polar bears. There might even be evidence of his polar bear arm wrestling downstairs. I’m in deep.
Who am I kidding? There probably aren’t any polar bears out here. He might have gone further north for that, but there isn’t even any snow right now. It’s the best time for an escape if that’s what I need to do. Maybe I could fake my own death. Shit, I did it before when I left my college boyfriend in Miami after he struck me with a champagne bottle at the club. By the time he found out about what I did, I had transferred to an Ivy League school and he was lighting up my phone from prison on unrelated charges. I always find a way out of my messes. I just thought I would finally be done with that. IhopedI would finally be done with that.
I always seem to get into it with men. But I always find my way out. If this Augustine man doesn’t want me, I won’t let it rattle me. I’ll just find a way out like I always do.
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ChapterFive
Augustine
She can’t tell how fucking nervous she makes me. Good. I need to stay in control around here. It’s no fucking good that she looks better in person. I’m going to lose my shit. Trinity’s picture doesn’t do her justice. She’s a knock-out. I know knock-outs. I had a life before I lived up here. I’ve been in bedrooms and boardrooms with actresses and models.
Trinity looks ten times better for one very important reason – the woman is all natural. She’s fucking real.
Sure, her wig might’ve flown off, but underneath that wig, I can tell she has that pretty, soft, coily-textured African hair and her features. My God. How the fuck is her skin so smooth without makeup? I shouldn’t have had her follow me up the stairs. Getting close to her just allowed me to smell her and she smells like a damn delicious mix of coconut, vanilla and my favorite scent – cinnamon.
My dick hasn’t been this hard in a long time. I expected to make it at least one hour around her without my dick betraying how long it’s been since I made contact with a woman. Good thing she was so damn pissed she probably didn’t notice. I should try to make things better once she settles down.
