handed his notebook over to Harper, who quickly opened it and flipped through the pages. Her eyebrow raised in question as she looked over the book and down at him.
“What is this?” she asked, while turning the notebook toward him.
“Wiener dogs,” Kaid answered honestly, as he looked at his many cartoon drawings of wiener dogs. Some had spots and some had musical notes on them, others were decorated with warrior paint, and some were just downright comical.
“Why the fuck are there wiener dogs where there are supposed to be lyrics?”
“They’re my inspiration,” Kaid answered matter-of-factly, as he stood up from the couch and grabbed the notebook from Harper. Even though he towered over her, she was still able to hold her own and not show one ounce of being intimidated by his height.
She poked his chest and said, “Tower over me all you want, you’re not doing anything but making yourself look like an ass. We need lyrics, you have to give me something, Kinkaid.”
The way his full name rolled off her accented tongue was annoyingly charming. He hated to admit it, but he dug her accent, and kind of liked the way she said his name, just kind of.
“I’m working on it, okay?”
“Where’s Maisy?”
“She went home; she had a rough day.”
“It seems like you all have been having ‘rough days’,” she said in a condescending tone, while using air quotes.
He understood that she had a job to do, but there was a point in a person’s life where they had to realize what was going on past the job, and right now, Harper had no clue, so Kaid took it as an opportunity to educate her.
Getting inches from her face, Kaid said, “Listen up, Harper. I get that you have a job you have to do, but you’re working with some pretty fucked up people who have a hard time dealing with life situations. We grew up in one of the shittiest foster care systems out there, and were never given the opportunity to learn how to deal with our problems. Maisy was fucked up big time six months ago, and she’s dealing with it the best she can. If she needs to take the night off to clear her head, then she’s going to. Leave her the fuck alone.”
Backing off slightly, Harper nodded and then said, “Alright that explains Maisy; what’s your excuse?”
Kaid would never hit a woman, but the cocky attitude coming from Harper had his hand itching. If she was a man, his fist would be through her face by now. She had zero respect for feelings, and it really grated on Kaid’s nerves.
Needing to get her out of his path, Kaid folded his arms and said, “Lack of sex is my problem.”
Without even blinking, Harper pulled out a twenty from her pocket and slipped it into the front of Kaid’s jeans, where he couldn’t help but notice the graze of her fingertips against his hard thigh.
“There’s a twenty. Go to the corner and grab yourself a twenty dollar blow job, maybe that will get things flowing for you.”
With that, she turned around and sauntered her way out of the studio and back down to the offices, where Landon was.
Irritation and anger consumed Kaid as he flipped her off like a mature adult and walked out to his car. He was going to grab some dinner and then head home to veg out with Maisy. Harper could fuck off for all he cared.
Chapter Four
**Cruz**
A knock at Cruz’s door had him setting down his Xbox controller and going to open his door. Standing in front of him was Landon with a big smile on his face and Quinn tucked under his arm.
“Well, don’t you two just look fucking adorable?” Cruz said, as he held onto the door frame and looked at the couple.
Quinn looked up at Landon and then at Cruz. “I like to think so,” she smiled.
Taking in her appearance, Cruz nodded in approval at her weight gain; she was looking damn fine.
“You’re looking good, Quinn,” Cruz admitted, while looking directly at her plump breasts.
Landon flicked Cruz’s forehead
“What is this?” she asked, while turning the notebook toward him.
“Wiener dogs,” Kaid answered honestly, as he looked at his many cartoon drawings of wiener dogs. Some had spots and some had musical notes on them, others were decorated with warrior paint, and some were just downright comical.
“Why the fuck are there wiener dogs where there are supposed to be lyrics?”
“They’re my inspiration,” Kaid answered matter-of-factly, as he stood up from the couch and grabbed the notebook from Harper. Even though he towered over her, she was still able to hold her own and not show one ounce of being intimidated by his height.
She poked his chest and said, “Tower over me all you want, you’re not doing anything but making yourself look like an ass. We need lyrics, you have to give me something, Kinkaid.”
The way his full name rolled off her accented tongue was annoyingly charming. He hated to admit it, but he dug her accent, and kind of liked the way she said his name, just kind of.
“I’m working on it, okay?”
“Where’s Maisy?”
“She went home; she had a rough day.”
“It seems like you all have been having ‘rough days’,” she said in a condescending tone, while using air quotes.
He understood that she had a job to do, but there was a point in a person’s life where they had to realize what was going on past the job, and right now, Harper had no clue, so Kaid took it as an opportunity to educate her.
Getting inches from her face, Kaid said, “Listen up, Harper. I get that you have a job you have to do, but you’re working with some pretty fucked up people who have a hard time dealing with life situations. We grew up in one of the shittiest foster care systems out there, and were never given the opportunity to learn how to deal with our problems. Maisy was fucked up big time six months ago, and she’s dealing with it the best she can. If she needs to take the night off to clear her head, then she’s going to. Leave her the fuck alone.”
Backing off slightly, Harper nodded and then said, “Alright that explains Maisy; what’s your excuse?”
Kaid would never hit a woman, but the cocky attitude coming from Harper had his hand itching. If she was a man, his fist would be through her face by now. She had zero respect for feelings, and it really grated on Kaid’s nerves.
Needing to get her out of his path, Kaid folded his arms and said, “Lack of sex is my problem.”
Without even blinking, Harper pulled out a twenty from her pocket and slipped it into the front of Kaid’s jeans, where he couldn’t help but notice the graze of her fingertips against his hard thigh.
“There’s a twenty. Go to the corner and grab yourself a twenty dollar blow job, maybe that will get things flowing for you.”
With that, she turned around and sauntered her way out of the studio and back down to the offices, where Landon was.
Irritation and anger consumed Kaid as he flipped her off like a mature adult and walked out to his car. He was going to grab some dinner and then head home to veg out with Maisy. Harper could fuck off for all he cared.
Chapter Four
**Cruz**
A knock at Cruz’s door had him setting down his Xbox controller and going to open his door. Standing in front of him was Landon with a big smile on his face and Quinn tucked under his arm.
“Well, don’t you two just look fucking adorable?” Cruz said, as he held onto the door frame and looked at the couple.
Quinn looked up at Landon and then at Cruz. “I like to think so,” she smiled.
Taking in her appearance, Cruz nodded in approval at her weight gain; she was looking damn fine.
“You’re looking good, Quinn,” Cruz admitted, while looking directly at her plump breasts.
Landon flicked Cruz’s forehead
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