said.
“First of all, I
know it’s wrong, man, but there’s just something about this girl that I can’t
stay away from her. Secondly, she is not just some piece of ass. I can’t
explain what exactly she means to me, cause hell if I know. All I know is I
need to be with her.”
“I get that man,
but if you are going to go after that girl then you’re going to need to be
strong because that girl is broken.”
“I already knew
that and I don’t care. All I care about is being with her.” He gave me the file
and I jotted down her number for me. I took it and programmed the number in my
phone.
"Thanks,
Ty," I said before turning. I did not wait for him to speak. I wasn't in
the mood to hear the shit that was going to come out of his mouth. The minute I
hit the pavement I dialed her number.
"Hello?"
she asked.
"Hey,
Marissa, it's Wyatt from the MADD Tatter," I replied.
"Oh, fuck. Did
I like get some disease from a needle?" she asked in a panic stricken
voice. I can understand her worry but nothing has ever and will never happen at
my shop. We are very careful to sterilize the equipment.
"Of course
not, Marissa. Calm down. We are a reputable tattoo shop. We are diligent in
sterilizing all of our equipment. We use new needles and ink caps with every
client. I'm calling for another reason," I replied.
"Oh thank
God! Anywhoo, why are you calling me?" she asked.
"Shit...um...I
need...," I started to reply, but she cut me off.
"Spit it
out Wyatt. I don't have all day to gibber gabber witcha," she huffed.
"Rebel, I
want Rebel's number," I said.
"Damn...I
can't," she replied.
"Yes, you
can," I said.
"Um...no I
can't," she replied.
"Yes, you
can Marissa. I want her number,"
"No I can't
Wy...att. She doesn’t have a phone, stupid," she replied sarcastically.
She irritated
the fuck out of me. "How can I get in contact with her," I asked.
"You can't,
but I'll let her know you're looking for her," she said before hanging up
on me. I tried to call her back but she kept ignoring my calls with the fuck
you button, sending me straight to voice mail. I was fucking fuming mad for
several reasons. I was pissed beyond belief that Marissa wouldn't take my
calls. I was extremely livid that Rebel did not have a phone. Every girl should
have a phone if just for emergency purposes. I had no idea if I would ever see
her again. I was down in the dumps like a love struck fool. What the hell is
wrong with me acting like a pussy over a girl I just met? I know what’s wrong. I
met the girl that was meant to be mine. I let her walk out of my door and out
of my life. Fuck.
F UCK! I OPEN my eyes the minute I hear a hard slap. I
look Ty's way and Marissa is going off on him. I can only assume she smacked
him.
"Mari, baby,
calm down. It's not what you think. Let me explain," Ty said.
"Explain Ty,
how it's not what I think," Marissa snarled sarcastically.
"She's my
sister, Jamie," he softly said. Marissa's eyes well up with tears and her
face plants into his chest. He kisses the top of her head, “Mari baby, please
don't cry. You know how I feel about you. I would never hurt you," he
said. Ty's sister has a goofy smile on her face watching their exchange.
"I'm so sorry
I jumped to conclusions. I was dancing with Reby. I looked your way and I
didn't know what to think.”
At the mention of
Rebel, I lift Lindsay off my lap and look around. My eyes find her immediately.
I drink in the sight of her like a man dying of thirst. She's fucking
exquisite. She has on a satin burgundy dress that scoops low in the front
accentuating her voluptuous breast. The dress stops right above her knees. My
eyes travel down her sexy long legs that go on for days, and holy hell, she has
on a pair of fuck me stilettos. Our eyes meet and she turns no doubt to run. My
mouth drops to the floor, because her dress is backless and I can clearly see
the dimples of her heart-shaped kissable round ass that I know for a fact are
perfect for my hands. I make
“First of all, I
know it’s wrong, man, but there’s just something about this girl that I can’t
stay away from her. Secondly, she is not just some piece of ass. I can’t
explain what exactly she means to me, cause hell if I know. All I know is I
need to be with her.”
“I get that man,
but if you are going to go after that girl then you’re going to need to be
strong because that girl is broken.”
“I already knew
that and I don’t care. All I care about is being with her.” He gave me the file
and I jotted down her number for me. I took it and programmed the number in my
phone.
"Thanks,
Ty," I said before turning. I did not wait for him to speak. I wasn't in
the mood to hear the shit that was going to come out of his mouth. The minute I
hit the pavement I dialed her number.
"Hello?"
she asked.
"Hey,
Marissa, it's Wyatt from the MADD Tatter," I replied.
"Oh, fuck. Did
I like get some disease from a needle?" she asked in a panic stricken
voice. I can understand her worry but nothing has ever and will never happen at
my shop. We are very careful to sterilize the equipment.
"Of course
not, Marissa. Calm down. We are a reputable tattoo shop. We are diligent in
sterilizing all of our equipment. We use new needles and ink caps with every
client. I'm calling for another reason," I replied.
"Oh thank
God! Anywhoo, why are you calling me?" she asked.
"Shit...um...I
need...," I started to reply, but she cut me off.
"Spit it
out Wyatt. I don't have all day to gibber gabber witcha," she huffed.
"Rebel, I
want Rebel's number," I said.
"Damn...I
can't," she replied.
"Yes, you
can," I said.
"Um...no I
can't," she replied.
"Yes, you
can Marissa. I want her number,"
"No I can't
Wy...att. She doesn’t have a phone, stupid," she replied sarcastically.
She irritated
the fuck out of me. "How can I get in contact with her," I asked.
"You can't,
but I'll let her know you're looking for her," she said before hanging up
on me. I tried to call her back but she kept ignoring my calls with the fuck
you button, sending me straight to voice mail. I was fucking fuming mad for
several reasons. I was pissed beyond belief that Marissa wouldn't take my
calls. I was extremely livid that Rebel did not have a phone. Every girl should
have a phone if just for emergency purposes. I had no idea if I would ever see
her again. I was down in the dumps like a love struck fool. What the hell is
wrong with me acting like a pussy over a girl I just met? I know what’s wrong. I
met the girl that was meant to be mine. I let her walk out of my door and out
of my life. Fuck.
F UCK! I OPEN my eyes the minute I hear a hard slap. I
look Ty's way and Marissa is going off on him. I can only assume she smacked
him.
"Mari, baby,
calm down. It's not what you think. Let me explain," Ty said.
"Explain Ty,
how it's not what I think," Marissa snarled sarcastically.
"She's my
sister, Jamie," he softly said. Marissa's eyes well up with tears and her
face plants into his chest. He kisses the top of her head, “Mari baby, please
don't cry. You know how I feel about you. I would never hurt you," he
said. Ty's sister has a goofy smile on her face watching their exchange.
"I'm so sorry
I jumped to conclusions. I was dancing with Reby. I looked your way and I
didn't know what to think.”
At the mention of
Rebel, I lift Lindsay off my lap and look around. My eyes find her immediately.
I drink in the sight of her like a man dying of thirst. She's fucking
exquisite. She has on a satin burgundy dress that scoops low in the front
accentuating her voluptuous breast. The dress stops right above her knees. My
eyes travel down her sexy long legs that go on for days, and holy hell, she has
on a pair of fuck me stilettos. Our eyes meet and she turns no doubt to run. My
mouth drops to the floor, because her dress is backless and I can clearly see
the dimples of her heart-shaped kissable round ass that I know for a fact are
perfect for my hands. I make
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