PERSONAL: A Stepbrother Sports Romance by Stephanie Brother

Author:Stephanie Brother [Brother, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01EA3BQY6
Published: 2016-04-13T23:00:00+00:00

Kate

I sat there in the chair ta p ping my pen against the desk in sudden onset writer’s block. Only 10,000 more words to go. Why o h why did I have to get sick with a God awful flu? I could barely eat or drink for a whole week, and I was set way back on my paper.

I was in the sitting room closest to the deck, the more natural side of the property. The pools and outside kitchen were around the corner. My papers, notebooks and books were scattered across the table. Never did I ever imagine writing the most important paper in my pre - doctorate career in this moment and in this place. And not just in this place, in this place that just lost electricity.

“Fuck.” I buried my head in my hands. “I thought this place was supposed to freaking be high tech enough to house the president himself , ” I murm u red.

Just in case, Miss Kate. Mr. Fox’s kind gesture came to mind and into my sight. He had left me a flashlight, which I thought was sweet. Now I was totally thankful.

I quickly reached for it, totally freaked out by the darkness of the mansion. Only the light of white foam from the waves seemed to come in sight. Outside the waves were angry, and the icy sleet hammered against the window. Oh, it was coming : t he storm.

The storm that would… “Fuck!” I called out again. I knew what this meant. The electricity was no doubt down.

I refreshed my browser. I had my school’s digital library up and had a book I was citing and needed the next page to finish the quote. Heck, I needed every page.

“Come on…come on….” Panic flooded my chest. The browser remained completely stoic and unmoving as a stubborn cat happily curled up by a fire.

“Ugh!” I cried out a little louder than I intended as the noise ricocheted off the high ceilings.

Feeling small, I wrapped a nearby blanket around me and surveyed with the flashlight the hijacked table. Only the light of my M ac and phone lit up the darkened night with neon hues .

My word document curs o r blinked at me , waiting for the next direction.

I stared at the table for God knows how long , as if looking for a hidden answer as to what to do or say next. My eyes lasered in on my miracle concoction I always make to combat writer’s block. My miracle concoction— cacao bits dipped in maple syrup—I learned rather quickly this special magic, combined with coffee, did the trick when I faced stubborn brain fog. I reached for the chocolate and dipped it heavily and evenly.

I then stood up and began to pace, wording out loud the phrases and sentences I’d speak into my notes on the phone. That always did the trick and got the wheels running. This whole dark night, no electricity thing had been eerie after a while, but after finding enough candles in the pantry, the room looked pretty cozy.

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