Chubby Chaser(16)

Danny and Vincent came to visit with Cole, and even though she wanted to talk about last night, she couldn’t do it.

Last night had been one of the best, if not the best moment of her life. She couldn’t help but smile when thinking about it, even with Tiffany being a pain in the ass, and saying horrible stuff. It wasn’t things she hadn’t heard before. They just didn’t matter, but hearing Cole called a chubby chaser, it just really … bugged her.

She didn’t know why. She was a woman with curves, and even though she loved her body, there were times she had doubts. Sometimes nasty words didn’t roll off her, or disgusted looks did affect her.

Her armor wasn’t always in place.

It was clear she was losing her mind. Cole was a fantastic guy, a great one. He had been her fantasy man for so long, and she hated that her insecurities had pushed him away. He was such a good guy. It was like Tiffany’s words had turned her into that bullied little girl, and she loathed feeling that way again.

“What’s wrong with you?” Deuce asked.

“Nothing. I’m fine. Just mentally kicking myself.”

“You’re a strange one.” Deuce walked off.

She couldn’t agree more with him.





Chapter Five



Cole twisted the caps off the beer bottles and entered his back yard. The scent of the barbeque was still heavy in the air. Vincent and Danny were once again arguing over Tiffany’s presence last night. Cole didn’t know what to think right now. Everything had been going great for all of ten minutes. The moment Tiffany opened her mouth, everything had gone to shit.#p#分页标题#e#

When he’d brought Elena home, he finally thought he’d gotten her. She’d run at the first opportunity. Now he didn’t know what to do. Elena was the only woman he wanted, craved, and wished for. He had a taste, and now he wanted more.

“What has gotten you all quiet over there?” Vincent asked.

“Thinking.”

“Does this have to with Elena?”

Cole stared at his friends, and decided to confide in them. “What do you think I’m doing wrong?” he asked, once he’d told them everything.

“She wants you to talk to her?” Danny asked. “I don’t know. I thought that was a woman’s place, to constantly moan, nag, and do the whole girly routine.”

“Shut up,” Cole said. “I don’t get it.”

“What’s there to get? She’s a woman. Give her flowers, dinner, and shit. She’ll be fine.”

“Danny, fuck off,” Vincent said.

Danny rolled his eyes. “I need to take a leak.”

Cole rubbed at his temple, feeling the start of a headache. “She didn’t like the nickname I was given or what Tiffany said. Fucking bitch brought back all of Elena’s memories.”

“Elena’s not going to like it, Cole. I guess it was difficult for her last night. You’re also her boss, and to be honest, you’re kind of scary when you do that staring thing,” Vincent said.

“I don’t stare.”

“You do. You’ve always done it.”

“I’m not good with words. That’s not a crime,” Cole said, taking a sip of his beer. He’d always struggled with saying what he wanted. It was part of the reason he ended up doing a damn semester at college. He’d never wanted to. His parents wanted that life for him. One semester he’d promised himself at the time, and he’d hated every single second. Just thinking about the classes, and all the crap, he’d been bored out of his mind.

“It’s not a crime. In case you didn’t get the memo, Elena’s a talker, and from what Juliet said, the more she talks, the more she’s nervous.”

Cole frowned. “When did you speak to Juliet?”

“Last night while we were on a date. Please don’t tell me you hit Elena over the head, and brought her back here, had your way with her, and didn’t say a word.”

“I said … words!”

Vincent sighed. “You amaze me.”

Cole stood and stormed down toward his garage. Danny was probably raiding his fridge. Vincent and Danny were like his brothers. They had always been close, and he’d confided in them one summer that he did find Elena attractive. Since that moment on, they had always teased and taunted him. The names didn’t bother him. As far as he was concerned, Elena’s curvy body was beautiful. He’d fantasized enough about her over the years, and finally he’d had her in his bed, and he’d screwed up.

“What’s wrong?” Vincent asked.

“I can’t do this, okay? I don’t … I don’t know what to do.” Never had he felt so helpless. “I want her, Vincent. She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted, and that’s not going to change.”