I was extremely nervous as I walked around the bar, holding my little note pad tightly in my palms. I have done been flirted with three times so far, and it's not exactly a welcoming thing right now. It took a few hours until I was able to feel comfortable around the men. I tried giving the guys customers space and would walk basically around the whole bar wanting to keep my distance from them all, but at the end; it was pointless. I ended up surprising myself when I could talk to the men customers without feeling like I was going to get hurt.They all had friendly tones and welcoming smiles, and it helped me be able to feel more comfortable. “I need a beer,” the nosy guy from yesterday growled as soon as his ass touched the barstool. “Maybe make it two.”I raised my eyebrows and looked towards the clock on the wall. It wasn't even noon yet.I kept my opinion to myself, grabbed two bottles of beers and set them in front of the man. “Want something to eat?” I asked, wanting to start
Conors P.O.V.I heard my door being pushed open and thinking it was Mia; I looked up, sighing in frustration, and saw it was my ex, my Sydney, and my son Johnathan, walking into my office, Sydney wearing a pissed off snarl on her lips.“So you're fucking your employees now, huh?” She demanded, put her hands on her hips. “I can't believe you. Is this the type of behavior you want your son to learn?”“Sydney, I suggest you stop talking like that in front of my son. I have already warned you. You shouldn't be using that type of language around him, his too little,” I growled, my frustration online growing.I already have to deal with a woman who doesn't even belong in a bar. She is much too sweet, and much too innocent to deal with the drunken assholes that wonder into my bar. Now, my ex-wife wants to throw around her attitude, hurling accusations like she has a right to know who I'm fucking or who I'm not fucking, and she is doing that in front of my son. Like always.I swear she was t
Mia's P.O.V.I watched as that rude woman marched out of Conors office, dragged her son through the door, swung the door open, forcing it to bang loudly against the wall, and stormed out of the bar. Whatever they had just been discussing apparently had not gone her way because the woman was seriously pissed off. Now I kind of understand why they were no longer together. She was toxic, just like Mathias, just a different toxic, but toxic nonetheless. “I can't stand that bitch,” Beth snarled as her eyes stayed narrowed on the bar door. “She always comes in here and fucks with Conor, and the poor boy is in the middle of it.”“Um yeah, she accused me and Conor of you know,” I said, embarrassed to say the actual words. I didn't want to sound uncultured and talk about me and my boss in that manner. “Of fucking?” Beth giggled. “Girl, you work in a bar now, you're going to have to get used to hearing that word round here.”“Oh I don't
“What's wrong?” He demanded as soon as his eyes landed on my face, worried face.“Nothing. How did you find me?” I asked him, as I looked around his body, not understanding what could bring him to my motel door this late, and then I saw the pizza box. “I'm confused,” I whispered. “Are you having dinner with your grandparents?” “No, I actually stopped and grabbed the pizza for you,” he shrugged. “I went to pick up my son from his mother's house and the bitch wasn't there. I called her five times and each time she forwarded my call, and I'm trying to take my mind off doing something I shouldn't do, which is taking my son from his mother. So, instead of doing that, I figured you would be tired after your first day and grabbed pizza,” he informed me and held up the delicious smelling pizza box. “I didn't know what you liked, so I got half pepperoni and half supreme.”“You're here to give me pizza?” I asked, even more confused than I just was, and wrapped my arms around my belly.“Yeah,”
The knocking on the door grew louder. I tried focusing on my breathing, trying to force my heart rate to calm down. Conors hands on my shoulder only caused my heart to skip a beat. “It's okay, Riley,” he whispered and ran his rough fingers up and down my arms. “No one is going to hurt you again.” “I'm-” I tried to tell him I'll be fine as soon as I could catch my breath, but whoever it was on the other side of the door pounded. “What the fuck,” Conor snarled. I felt his hands sliding off my shoulders and turned towards the door. “Who the fuck is it?” He stormed towards the door. “Conor,” I warned him, thinking that maybe opening that door right now was not a good idea. Whoever it was didn't sound happy. “Maybe we should call the cops,” I mumbled and bit the inside of my lip. “I don't need to call the cops, Mia,” he growled and raised his hand to open the door, but before he could, the person shouted from the other side of the door. “I know you are in there,” Sydney, his child'
Todays the day I'm moving into my new home. I wanted a change in my life. I started to hunt down cheap houses for sale in a different town. I got lucky when I came across a small brick home that just went up for sale.The owners ended up moving away, and the son wanted to get the house sold quickly. I bought it for 80,000 dollars, not too bad, right? I couldn't believe my luck but I came down last week to sign the paper work and grabbed the key from Victoria.I didn't just come up and decide to move away from my home. I'm 24 years old and needed a change in my life after all the heartache I have been through. My parents got into a car crash two years ago and sadly they both passed away that night at the hospital due to a drunk driver. I was the primary on both of their life insurance which is what I had used to buy me this new home. At first I had absolutely no thought of moving away until one night I came home from my shift from the 911 operation company to my boyfriend of three years
This place is very beautiful. I'm driving slow as I approach the beginning of the small town so that I won't get another ticket for speeding from that jerk back there. When I look around, I can't help but think that this is exactly why I decided to come live here: the little town is filled with family-owned businesses that line the streets.Rocking chairs and book shelves can be found inside the windows of a bookstore called Bookland. It sounds like a great idea to curl up in a chair with a good book, and I wouldn't mind doing that at all right now.When I drive by the flower shop called Sweet Stems, I receive a strong whiff of all the flowers since they are displayed in pots that are hung all around the outside of the shop. They have such a pleasant aroma. Even though I'm sitting inside my car, I can still smell the roses, tulips, and sunflowers.I adore little communities much like this one. Everyone is familiar with one another, and the majority of the time, everyone behaves cordia
I step up to the door to my new home and take a shaky breath. I had been so brave up until this point. I can't believe I uprooted my entire life. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay in my hometown, not with everybody knowing all my business. They felt pitiful for me, sorry that I lost my parents, bad that my best friend betrayed me, and apologetic that my man cheated on me with my best friend.I couldn't take the sympathy look any longer.Even though I was not in the wrong, everybody was treating me like I was made of glass. I could tell they all had wanted to speak up about what had happened, but they avoided it like the freaking plague.Sometimes I wish they had, then maybe I wouldn't have felt that I didn't have any other choice but to move to just be able to live my life freely once again.With a shaky hand, I dig my new house key out of my pocket and unlock the door. Regret settles inside the pit of my stomach when I think about what the state of the interior may look like.I was