Wrong: A Spoiled Stepbrother Romance by Jayst Pfeiffer

Author:Jayst, Pfeiffer [Jayst, Pfeiffer]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Published: 2015-10-17T07:00:00+00:00

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ROUND ELEVEN

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Madelyn

“C’mon...c’mon...please!”

With each fruitless turn of the key, I begged my car to just please start. The result continued to be the same though; nothing but a series of frustrating clicks. Something way beyond my scope of knowledge was preventing the car from turning over. While I did have a brand new, well earned college degree, I never took a class on what to do if your car's radio comes on but the engine won't. This was out of my hands. When I finally gave up what clearly wasn't working, I got out of the car in a fit, looking for anyone or anything that may be able to help.

"Oh no, it's ok, I'm fine," I said under my breath after watching yet another colleague duck into their car and peel out of the lot. All of my lovely co-workers went to great lengths to avoid being spotted and having the obligation to help. Trying to think of any other option I may have, it looked bleak. I already knew my mother and Carmine would be of no help, I could already hear them insisting that I "find my own way" and "figure out a solution” for myself. Sadly that left only one other person I could call, the only other person I knew in this town who could possibly be of any help. There was no other choice but to call him.

It surprised me when he picked up right away, I had figured I'd be leaving a desperate, pathetic voicemail. Instead I found myself pleading with him, begging for help, making it clear I knew no other way to get out of this mess.

"Yeah, this is gonna take some work, I'm not supposed to leave here until the end of the day. Unless you hear from me, I'll be there as soon as I can. I guess I can say it's an emergency or something..."

I felt a little bad to put him in that position but it wasn't like I had a choice myself. He hung up his phone, not waiting for me to finish thanking him profusely.

Standing in that hot parking lot, I started to regret the light sweater I had worn that day to battle against the office air conditioning. While I could've run back inside to wait, I didn't want to risk being late for his arrival, he was doing me a big favor after all.I also wasn't entirely sure he wouldn't just leave if he didn't see me there waiting for him.

After a few uncomfortable minutes of watching coworkers try to twist and squirm out of my line of sight, I saw the flashy, silver sports car that I knew from being parked outside of the carriage house. Dark tinted windows and the sound of bass shaking the car's body approached slowly, a wave of relief washing over me.

"What seems to be the problem, m'am?" he playfully asked after lowering the passenger side window. Of course he wasn't wearing a shirt, that I had come to get used to.

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