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teeth were chattering. I was so scared.
He got closer and brushed my blonde hair away from my face. "Maybe you just need a good fuck to turn you back to straight."
I ducked my body and moved away from him. He smelled of beer and motor oil and I wanted nothing to do with the situation. "No thanks. Maybe you should just head out."
He grabbed me by both of my arms. "Why don't you come back to my truck with me? I got a big bed in the back with plenty of room for both of us."
As I struggled to free my arms, the man’s arms were jerked off of me. When he fell to the ground, I looked up and saw Ramsey standing between us. "You alright?" He looked right at me.
I hugged myself and backed up against the car, without answering him. I'd just been assaulted and I wasn't sure how I was feeling.
Ramsey grabbed the guy by his shirt and pushed him towards his truck, and away from me. "Get your ass out of here, before I put you behind bars for the night!"
His threat worked and the guy hauled ass to his truck. Ramsey waited until he pulled out of the parking lot before turning around to me. "Miss, you alright?"
"It's Vessa. My name is Vessa."
"Are you alright?" He reached for my arm, but I pulled away.
"I'm just peachy."
"We'll then, get in your car and go home. Those guys were talking all night about what they wanted to do to you. I parked around back and waited to make sure it didn't happen. You need to be more careful."
"I'm glad you were here."
He clenched his jaw again. "Just try to be more careful, miss."
When he started to walk away, it irked me that he kept calling me that. "It's Vessa!"
He never turned around and acknowledge me or my name. Instead he climbed in his truck and waited for me to pull out of the parking lot before he did the same.
That man was annoying and an ass. I was more certain of that then before.
Chapter 7
Ramsey
Trouble.
That is what she was to me.
A real pain in my ass.
Ever since Sue had filled me in on letting her niece take over her shifts, I had avoided the bar like the plague. There was just something about her that I was drawn to and I didn't like it.
After nearly taking off her face with the door, I stayed far away, keeping our conversations to a minimum. I wasn't ready to open up and clearly, she had her own skeletons in her closet. Who else travels in the middle of the night with two kids? There was definitely something going on with her.
I think it made things easier after she announced that she wasn't interested in men. Of course, it made me wonder if that was just a ploy to get those guys off her back. I knew the one was going to be a problem. The whole time we were shooting our matches, they were deciding which one of them was going to get his turn first with her.
I wasn't new to that game. Most of those guys went weeks without seeing their wives. They were horny and willing to do anything for a piece of ass. Vessa wasn't like the women that usually ran these types of establishments. She was beautiful and had curves in all the right places. Hell, even her hairstyle was too nice for this rundown place. They'd probably mistaken her for some ex-stripper, the way she was all done up for work.
I was suspicious of her prior occupation until she told me that she was a bartender. Obviously, the place she worked at last had a different kind of clientele. This bar was rundown and housed only the dirtiest of people. I picked it because of that. It was the kind of place where nobody wanted to know who you were; where nobody would ask questions about my life and my past.
Though haunted by their memory, the next couple months went by quickly. I only went to the bar a couple nights a week, never giving Vessa a moment to ask me questions. I could tell that it offended her. The more distant and cold I acted, the more she seemed to be interested. Some may have thought it to be funny, but I wasn't one of them.
I was used to my life. It was fine with me to go home and
He got closer and brushed my blonde hair away from my face. "Maybe you just need a good fuck to turn you back to straight."
I ducked my body and moved away from him. He smelled of beer and motor oil and I wanted nothing to do with the situation. "No thanks. Maybe you should just head out."
He grabbed me by both of my arms. "Why don't you come back to my truck with me? I got a big bed in the back with plenty of room for both of us."
As I struggled to free my arms, the man’s arms were jerked off of me. When he fell to the ground, I looked up and saw Ramsey standing between us. "You alright?" He looked right at me.
I hugged myself and backed up against the car, without answering him. I'd just been assaulted and I wasn't sure how I was feeling.
Ramsey grabbed the guy by his shirt and pushed him towards his truck, and away from me. "Get your ass out of here, before I put you behind bars for the night!"
His threat worked and the guy hauled ass to his truck. Ramsey waited until he pulled out of the parking lot before turning around to me. "Miss, you alright?"
"It's Vessa. My name is Vessa."
"Are you alright?" He reached for my arm, but I pulled away.
"I'm just peachy."
"We'll then, get in your car and go home. Those guys were talking all night about what they wanted to do to you. I parked around back and waited to make sure it didn't happen. You need to be more careful."
"I'm glad you were here."
He clenched his jaw again. "Just try to be more careful, miss."
When he started to walk away, it irked me that he kept calling me that. "It's Vessa!"
He never turned around and acknowledge me or my name. Instead he climbed in his truck and waited for me to pull out of the parking lot before he did the same.
That man was annoying and an ass. I was more certain of that then before.
Chapter 7
Ramsey
Trouble.
That is what she was to me.
A real pain in my ass.
Ever since Sue had filled me in on letting her niece take over her shifts, I had avoided the bar like the plague. There was just something about her that I was drawn to and I didn't like it.
After nearly taking off her face with the door, I stayed far away, keeping our conversations to a minimum. I wasn't ready to open up and clearly, she had her own skeletons in her closet. Who else travels in the middle of the night with two kids? There was definitely something going on with her.
I think it made things easier after she announced that she wasn't interested in men. Of course, it made me wonder if that was just a ploy to get those guys off her back. I knew the one was going to be a problem. The whole time we were shooting our matches, they were deciding which one of them was going to get his turn first with her.
I wasn't new to that game. Most of those guys went weeks without seeing their wives. They were horny and willing to do anything for a piece of ass. Vessa wasn't like the women that usually ran these types of establishments. She was beautiful and had curves in all the right places. Hell, even her hairstyle was too nice for this rundown place. They'd probably mistaken her for some ex-stripper, the way she was all done up for work.
I was suspicious of her prior occupation until she told me that she was a bartender. Obviously, the place she worked at last had a different kind of clientele. This bar was rundown and housed only the dirtiest of people. I picked it because of that. It was the kind of place where nobody wanted to know who you were; where nobody would ask questions about my life and my past.
Though haunted by their memory, the next couple months went by quickly. I only went to the bar a couple nights a week, never giving Vessa a moment to ask me questions. I could tell that it offended her. The more distant and cold I acted, the more she seemed to be interested. Some may have thought it to be funny, but I wasn't one of them.
I was used to my life. It was fine with me to go home and
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