Driven By Fate by Tessa Bailey

Author:Tessa Bailey [Bailey, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Tessa Bailey, Driven by Fate, Serve, brazen, erotic romance, New York, Kristen Ashley, New York Times bestseller, BDSM, Avon, contemporary romance, Entangled
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Frankie skidded on the asphalt in her rollerblades, kicking gravel onto the sidewalk. The hockey stick in her hands felt heavier than usual, the helmet making her neck sore under the strain to keep her head upright. Sleep, she just wanted to sleep, but she’d always played street hockey with the neighborhood guys on Sundays, a tradition they’d had since middle school. They didn’t care if she’d driven a double shift yesterday. And the day before. If she bailed, they would only call her a wuss, tell her she’d gone soft since starting school full time. As overwhelmed and exhausted as she was just then, she didn’t think she could take even some good-natured ribbing.

It had been three days since she’d walked out on Porter. No, not walked out. She’d run, put her head down and barreled out of Serve like it was on fire. If she stopped to think—or hell, sleep—she would have to acknowledge what she’d felt in that room. Before he’d purposefully hurt her or made her feel foolish. Before he’d nearly broken her with his hoarse confessions. She’d have to admit how sexually freeing it had been to be the focus of such lust, even if the scene hadn’t really been happening. This girl, the one in the hockey mask and an oversized jersey, was how people knew her. She hunkered down behind the wheel of her cab in a baseball cap and never expressed her femininity. To be thrust into the spotlight and encouraged not only to express that, but also have Porter celebrate it in his own rough way…the situation had been eye opening before it blew up in her face.

Nothing excused what he did, though, and the more time that passed without him showing up as promised, the angrier she became—at him, herself, and these new cravings that he’d sent roaring to the surface. Someone who valued their pride as much as she did shouldn’t be scoping street corners looking for him or checking her cell phone for missed calls. He didn’t deserve her time or thoughts. Yet he consumed them.

“Hey De Luca, you awake over there?” Her neighbor from across the street, Greg, broke into her thoughts with his familiar, nasal drone. “Cartwright has more game than you today. You on your period or somethin’?”

“De Luca don’t get a period,” Cartwright joked.

The eight twenty-something guys surrounding her broke into laughter. She flashed them all the middle finger. No way would she let them know how much that hurt. Especially coming from Cartwright, who’d been her first kiss. A sloppy first kiss, truth be told, but still. “If I don’t get a period, how come you’re always asking to borrow tampons, Cartwright?”

Their howling increased and it was her turn to receive the one-finger salute. This was her normal, the life into which she’d woven her orphaned ass as seamlessly as possible. Why did she suddenly feel like a frayed edge?

Needing a distraction, she slapped the puck toward Greg and the game resumed. Her heart wasn’t in it, though.

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