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R.L. Mathewson Chronicles
The Plan: Part III
“We’re here.”
“Hmm?” Zoe mumbled sleepily, refusing to open her eyes as she snuggled beneath his jacket.
Smiling, he leaned over and gently ran his fingertips teasingly down her neck, loving the way she shivered at his touch, but smart enough to duck out of the way when she violently slapped at the air with a vicious little growl. Chuckling, he leaned back out of the way and did it again. With an adorable pout, she groaned as she slapped at the air again and tried to curl into her seat.
She was just so fucking adorable, he thought as she released another cute little growl.
The Plan: Part II
“What is wrong with you people?” Trevor heard his wife demand when he reached their closed bedroom door.
“Many things,” Eric said from the other side of the door with a sigh that matched his as Trevor rubbed his hands roughly down his face, not sure that he wanted to know what was going on in there.
Not after the last time.
“No, please, I don’t want to do this!”
“Stop wiggling!”
“I would if you’d stop touching my ass!”
The Plan: Part I
“I can’t do this,” Zoe mumbled hollowly as her grip tightened on the towel that she’d managed to wrestle free from the evil woman shaking her head sadly with another, “Why does she have to make everything so difficult?”
Which of course, was followed up with, “I don’t know, sweetie,” Kasey said, sighing heavily, “I don’t know.”
“I hate you both,” Zoe felt compelled to point out as she licked her lips and inched her way towards the safety of the bathroom door where she’d left her clothes and apparently, her sanity.
“She’s trying to make a run for it, again,” Eric said, sounding bored from where he lounged on her bed between the two evil women that were tormenting her for their own entertainment.
Cyber Life: An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
My apologies for wasting your time. I've decided, for the first time ever, to remove a Chronicle. I'd been debating writing this Chronicle for a while, trying to put a spin on something that bothers me and I finally decided to do it this morning only it had the undesired effect of hurting a reader's feelings. I don't know the young woman and the Chronicle had nothing to do with her, but it still bothered her and that bothers me.
Tickets: Part I
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to let the kids spend any more time with Mikey.”
“Why?” Haley asked, unable to help but frown as she pushed her glasses back up.
“Because she’s a bad influence,” Jason bit out with a glare leveled across the large dining room table at the twelve-year-old girl in question.
“You’re still not going,” Mikey said, pausing mid-roll of the baseball between her hands to take a bite out of the grilled cheese sandwich that he’d made her.
“You have eight tickets,” he pointed out between clenched teeth.
“True,” Mikey murmured thoughtfully before pointing out, “but I asked for ham in my sandwich.”
Tournament: January Chronicle
“Please tell me that you’re kidding.”
“I’m really not,” Jason said, folding his arms over his chest as he glared down at the small woman that better not try to leave that bed again.
“But I have to-”
“No.”
“But-”
“No.”
“If you’d just let me explain, I-”
Christmas Shopping: Part II
“No,” Uncle Trevor said, as he stood there, rubbing his hands roughly down his face while she watched the small black puppy that would make the perfect Christmas present for Aunt Zoe as it fell over, shook it off, and quickly got back up and ran as fast as its three legs would carry it across the large box so that it could attack the large ball the shelter volunteer had given it.
“She’d love it,” Sebastian pointed out with a shrug as Mikey shifted her attention from the adoption center that the local animal shelter had set up to the rest of the mall and started to regret not going to school for that geometry test after all.
“No,” Uncle Trevor said, dropping his hands away from his face with a heavy sigh as he took in the large crowd of Christmas shoppers filling the mall with holiday cheer.
Christmas Shopping
“Get in the truck,” came the demand that would have normally had her running the other way and yelling for her Dad, but since she had a math test waiting for her at school today …
Mikey turned around and climbed into the black pick-up truck, shoving her best friend out of the way in the process and once he accepted the fact that she was sitting next to the door, she shoved her backpack onto his lap, adjusted her baseball cap, put her seatbelt on, grabbed her baseball out of her bag, and sat back with a sigh and another wiggle to ensure that the large boy glaring at her understood that the large comfortable passenger seat was hers. He responded by tossing her bag in the back, unclipping her belt, picking her up and shifting towards the right before promptly depositing her in the middle where she was expected to use a lap belt and accept less than half the foot space while squeezing in between him and his father.
Night Out: Part VI
“But-”
“The lady is all set,” Trevor bit out evenly to the waitress holding a decadent slice of chocolate fudge cake drizzled with raspberry sauce that looked really good as he leveled a glare on the man sitting at the table next to him, who was leaning over to pick up the spoon that he’d dropped, again.
“Of course,” the beautiful waitress that had been sending Trevor wistful glances all night, said with a smile and a nod before she walked away, taking the beautiful slice of cake with her.
Night Out: Part V
“I’m sorry. What did you say the name on the reservation was?” the little bastard mumbled absently as his focus shifted back to Zoe’s generous cleavage while the woman that every man within a twenty-foot radius was hungrily devouring with his eyes reached up to push her hair back and-
“Bradford,” Trevor bit out with a glare at the asshole who groaned when the move caused the large breasts that no other man had a fucking right to look at bounced.