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- Herausgeber: Bentockiz
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
He had a hand in the air making a point and the garter caught on his watch. I had to admit, the look on his face was priceless. Clown that he was, he bowed to everyone, slipped the garter up his arm, and then saluted me.
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Title Page
Blindside
Whispers and Secrets
Angel Rupert
Blindside / 7th of series: Whispers and Secrets / By Angel Rupert
Published 2023 by Bentockiz
e-book Imprint: Calkden Norsh
e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden
e-book ISBN: 9789198848663
e-book editing: Athens, Greece
Cover Images created via AI art generators
Table of Contents
Title Page
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Introduction
Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.
It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.
This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.
This may be the start of something amazing.
Chapter One
“I thought you didn’t re-wear clothes,” Drew commented in a mocking tone. “You even slept in that.”
“I’m tired of trying to find something of which Your Pickiness approves. Do I look okay or not?” I asked irritably, examining the dress for signs of any obvious wrinkles.
“Why would you need me to tell you what you already know?”
“Because you’re the only one here to ask as well as the only one who objects to the way I dress,” I replied in exasperation. “If you don’t tell me how am I supposed to know?”
“I would have thought seeing every guy at church this morning salivating over you would have been enough of a commentary,” he said with controlled fury. “I’m not one of your love-sick puppy dogs, stop fishing for compliments from me.”
“I’m not...” I began, halted immediately by his snort of disbelief.
“If you’re quite ready, Oh Goddess Felicia...”
He bowed with a flourish.
“Oh shut up,” I said rudely sweeping past him out of the bedroom door.
He caught up with me before I made it to the stairs and placed his hand under my elbow.
“We are not having a repeat. Hold onto the railing.”
“Whatever you say, Your Royal Pickiness.”
I wasn’t about to let him see he had hurt my feelings. Maybe I had been fishing for compliments, but that was only because he never gave me any. He didn’t have to be so obnoxious about it.
Once we safely reached the foyer, I tried to pull my elbow out of his grasp, but he wouldn’t let go. He led me out to the car, my parents had loaned us the Caddy again to make it easier for me to get in and out, and saw me safely into the front seat.
Determined to lighten the mood I said jokingly, “We could take my mini, although you might have trouble squeezing into it.”
“The mini is gone.”
“What do you mean it’s gone?”
“I mean, I told your parents you would no longer need it and they could go ahead and sell it for whatever they could get.”
“You can’t do that. The mini is my car.”
“Not any more and actually, it was never your car; it’s always been in your parents’ name.”
“You know what I mean,” I accused. “My parents bought it for me, and I’m sure they always meant for me to keep it.”
“You are my responsibility now and I plan to get you something safer to drive, not a toy masquerading as a car that wouldn’t stand a chance in an accident.”
Realizing I was just wasting my breath, I sat fuming in silence the whole way to the mall.
Once there, he insisted on paying for all of my clothes, putting quite a damper on my shopping spirit. Arguing with him netted me nothing.
Absolutely beside myself with fury by that point, I refused to model anything for him, staying in the dressing room the whole time, allowing the salesgirl to bring me clothes.
Instead of my grand plan to buy a bunch of things that would wow him with my ‘chic-ness’, I only bought what I thought was necessary for my survival until I was ready for true maternity clothes.
