Trashed_An Eastside Brewery Novel by Mia Hopkins

Author:Mia Hopkins [Hopkins, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, contemporary, Women, Urban
ISBN: 9780525478645
Google: _fc5DwAAQBAJ
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2019-05-21T03:40:18+00:00

Sixteen

Carmen shakes me.

“Hey. Wake up!”

I open my eyes. I’m buck naked on the floor of Rafa’s trailer. The windows are open. Bright sunshine fills the living room. I blink and look around. Rafa’s nowhere to be seen. Carmen is dressed in her pajamas and she’s pulling on her sneakers like the trailer’s on fire.

I reach for my phone to check the time. It’s dead—I forgot to plug it in last night. Next to a tangle of blankets and pillows, I spot three condom wrappers. Despite last night’s marathon, I’ve got serious morning wood, and it’s pointing straight at her.

“What time is it?” I’m half-awake.

“It’s noon.”

“What?”

“We’re late for the meeting. It started at eleven thirty. I was supposed to introduce Sal and Vanessa to my parents. Oh, Jesus. My mom’s gonna kill me.” She tosses my boxers at me. I catch them and slip them on over my aching hard-on. “We both forgot to set an alarm last night.”

Last night. The memories rush back to me. In spite of her panic, she is beautiful in the bright sunlight. I can see her nipples through her T-shirt. No bra. I stand up and try to take Carmen in my arms, but Chef Centeno slaps me away.

“Are you crazy?” she hollers. “We have to go now.”

“Jesus! Okay, okay.”

I take a piss behind the trailer—Rafa said not to do this, but I’m pressed for time. Quickly, I wash my hands and face and brush my teeth with water from the garden hose. I get dressed and hop in the car just as Carmen screeches off.

On the road, Carmen freaks out even though I try to calm her down. I tell her my brother Sal is anal-retentive, so they probably arrived early and introduced themselves without her, no problem. I tell her not to worry, because Vanessa is a businessperson who knows exactly what she’s talking about. Her parents will recognize that. I tell her to relax because Sal and Vanessa probably brought a selection of beer with them. They’ll probably all be drunk by the time we arrive. The worst-case scenario I imagine is nothing like the one that’s playing out inside her head. Nothing I say seems to make a difference.

“You don’t know my mom,” she says again and again.

She and her parents live in a nice small stucco bungalow with a neat lawn and those tropical flowers that look like birds’ heads. We walk up the driveway, and she tries to comb her hair where it escapes from under the ball cap. She folds her arms over her chest—no bra under her T-shirt. She’s still wearing her flamingo pajama pants. We couldn’t find her panties in the living room—I think they’re under Rafa’s couch. Her lips are swollen. There’s a small hickey on her neck just under her ear.

Anyone can see she’s been up to no good.

And I’m the cat who’s dragging her in.

With a sigh, I check out my reflection in the front window as she unlocks the door. My black eye looks worse today than yesterday.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.