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supplied great material for her works of art. She had shown him what she made and he had been deliriously impressed by it. He couldn't believe she created such things and even bought a chair she made out of pallets that he wanted to give to Ava. She almost gave it to him for free, but he had insisted. She put hard work into making it and he would support that by purchasing it.
Four weeks.
That's all it had taken for him to worm his way through her defenses and slowly crumble them down. Sometimes, after he left, she would run upstairs and stare at her angel, reminding herself why it was bad to trust him. She swore each time she did, the angel smiled back at her that he wasn't that bad. Could she trust him? So far, he gave no impression that she couldn't. But she still had her worries.
She never invited him in and he never pressed the issue. He always dropped the supplies at the door, knocked to let her know he was there with gifts galore, and offer any assistance to which she politely refused. After she made the pie, she would knock on his door to deliver it. He would invite her in for a slice, but she always politely refused to enter. He never, not once, pressured her either way. He would grin in his sexy way and say, "Okay, Sophie. Until next time. Axel and I will miss your delightful face, darling."
She just adored Axel. He was never far away from Austin. She liked that about him. That he loved that animal so much.
The only non-enjoyable thing to occur was seeing Austin's occasional women roll in and out of his house. It wasn't as regular as she assumed it would be, but enough to make her sick. She didn't want Austin that way because she was done with men. Every time she saw him leave or come home with someone, she changed her mind and wanted to be his woman.
They all looked the same. Beautiful, well-endowed, sexy women who knew what he wanted and didn't mind giving it to him. She hadn't met Ava yet, but decided she agreed with her. She didn't like any of them. If she happened to be outside when she saw one of them, she gave a death glare that she hoped would make Ava proud. Of course, she made sure that Austin didn't see. That would create questions she didn't want to answer. Even to herself.
Sophie jumped with enthusiasm off the last step, grateful she made it down in one piece. Austin's adorable face punctured her mind, wondering when he would stop by again. Normally she didn't ask for anything, she just used what he gave her to fix whatever needed fixing. Perhaps, just this one time, she would go to him and ask for wood to replace some of these steps.
She started towards the washer when she saw it. The biggest spider to ever step in her pathway. Stopping immediately, she stared in complete horror. The spider's body was grotesquely big, about the size of a grape, and she couldn't remember a time she ever saw one that big. Long black legs that sat waiting for action, and its eyes, not that she could see them, but she imagined its beady eyes were staring her down just as she stared right back. Like a showdown, two gunslingers waiting for the walk of death. Who would pull the trigger first? Her or the spider?
She hated spiders.
She refused to be beaten down by a man anymore. She surely wasn't going to let a spider beat her down either. Slowly, the laundry basket descended, her eyes never leaving the sight of the spider. She let go of the sides of the basket, the spider making no move. Gently, she lifted her foot and removed her sandal. There was no way she could stomp on it, but she could reach really far and whack it with her sandal.
With careful footsteps, she made her way a little closer to the spider, the spider not moving once. Perhaps it thought it would win this war. She was about to prove it wrong. She reached out with the longest stretch she could muster, and with quick precision, slammed down on the spider's body.
Instant relief swamped her.
Until dozens—no thousands—of tiny little baby spiders
Four weeks.
That's all it had taken for him to worm his way through her defenses and slowly crumble them down. Sometimes, after he left, she would run upstairs and stare at her angel, reminding herself why it was bad to trust him. She swore each time she did, the angel smiled back at her that he wasn't that bad. Could she trust him? So far, he gave no impression that she couldn't. But she still had her worries.
She never invited him in and he never pressed the issue. He always dropped the supplies at the door, knocked to let her know he was there with gifts galore, and offer any assistance to which she politely refused. After she made the pie, she would knock on his door to deliver it. He would invite her in for a slice, but she always politely refused to enter. He never, not once, pressured her either way. He would grin in his sexy way and say, "Okay, Sophie. Until next time. Axel and I will miss your delightful face, darling."
She just adored Axel. He was never far away from Austin. She liked that about him. That he loved that animal so much.
The only non-enjoyable thing to occur was seeing Austin's occasional women roll in and out of his house. It wasn't as regular as she assumed it would be, but enough to make her sick. She didn't want Austin that way because she was done with men. Every time she saw him leave or come home with someone, she changed her mind and wanted to be his woman.
They all looked the same. Beautiful, well-endowed, sexy women who knew what he wanted and didn't mind giving it to him. She hadn't met Ava yet, but decided she agreed with her. She didn't like any of them. If she happened to be outside when she saw one of them, she gave a death glare that she hoped would make Ava proud. Of course, she made sure that Austin didn't see. That would create questions she didn't want to answer. Even to herself.
Sophie jumped with enthusiasm off the last step, grateful she made it down in one piece. Austin's adorable face punctured her mind, wondering when he would stop by again. Normally she didn't ask for anything, she just used what he gave her to fix whatever needed fixing. Perhaps, just this one time, she would go to him and ask for wood to replace some of these steps.
She started towards the washer when she saw it. The biggest spider to ever step in her pathway. Stopping immediately, she stared in complete horror. The spider's body was grotesquely big, about the size of a grape, and she couldn't remember a time she ever saw one that big. Long black legs that sat waiting for action, and its eyes, not that she could see them, but she imagined its beady eyes were staring her down just as she stared right back. Like a showdown, two gunslingers waiting for the walk of death. Who would pull the trigger first? Her or the spider?
She hated spiders.
She refused to be beaten down by a man anymore. She surely wasn't going to let a spider beat her down either. Slowly, the laundry basket descended, her eyes never leaving the sight of the spider. She let go of the sides of the basket, the spider making no move. Gently, she lifted her foot and removed her sandal. There was no way she could stomp on it, but she could reach really far and whack it with her sandal.
With careful footsteps, she made her way a little closer to the spider, the spider not moving once. Perhaps it thought it would win this war. She was about to prove it wrong. She reached out with the longest stretch she could muster, and with quick precision, slammed down on the spider's body.
Instant relief swamped her.
Until dozens—no thousands—of tiny little baby spiders
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