Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“This is your fault, Hardy. You may as well get on with it.”
For the next hour, Hardy carried each box downstairs, looking through it, and either assigning it to Rose to look through or he placed it in the car to send to the trash. After a quick drink of cool juice—it was hot in the attic—he went back up, heading toward the back. He saw a box marked with Rose, and recalled the moment he and Rose first moved in the house.
“Where do you want this, babe?” he asked.
Rose walked over, opening up the boxes. “They’re just some diaries. Put it in the attic. I’ll either add to the box or throw it out in years to come.”
He’d not given it much thought back then. Sitting down on the floor, he opened up the box and took out the first diary he saw. He felt like the world’s biggest asshole as he’d not even known his woman wrote in a diary.
Opening up a page, he saw the last entry was over a year ago.
Curious about what was in the box, he placed the diary aside, and looked through them, noting that each book was marked with the date she’d started writing, and the last date it was finished.
When he found one where she would have first met him, he started flicking through until he found the day that she would have met him. Going to the next entry, he started reading.
Last night I met a man. Well, I don’t know if he was a man or a god. It’s stupid. He was a man. Of course he was a man. Hardy was his name, and he noticed me. Out of all of the women there, he noticed me, and I can’t believe it.
Sigh.
He was large, I mean big, and his muscles were like the size of melons underneath his leather jacket. I wanted to lick them. No guy has made me feel like that. Who wants to lick muscles? I must be some kind of freak.
What do I do?
Hardy’s a proper man. The kind of man who’ll expect experience, and a woman who knows the score. He’s not looking for a woman like me. I’m not the kind of woman to screw around. I saw what my friend was talking about last night. The guys that are in The Skulls, they don’t really care about the women at the club. They fuck around, and have fun while doing it.
The entry came to a stop, and he wondered what had happened to Rose.
He flicked over the page and saw several entries about college, and life in general. When it came to him again, he paused.
Hardy came to see me today. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve not seen him since the party, and yet there he was, waiting. He had that cheeky smile on his face, and I loved it. I loved the way he reached for me, and touched me, like he owned me. I guess he does own me. No other guy will ever measure up to him.
He took me out on a date. Riding on the back of his bike was a huge deal for me. I couldn’t believe it when he tossed me a helmet and told me to climb on. I got the chance to hold him in my arms, feeling him.
Not once did he pressure me for more. We went for a ride, had some ice-cream, and then he took me back.
Does he know I’m a virgin?
Would I be able to deny him?
She started talking about something else then, and Hardy ran a hand over his face. From the night of the party he couldn’t stop thinking about her. What he hated most was the fact he’d not even realized how much until that moment. He’d fucked other women then, and when he’d seen her friend, he’d been more curious than he should have been.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the book up. He skipped several pages of when he’d taken her out a few more times, and the way she was growing attached to him.
Hardy had felt the exact same way, compelled like a magnet to find her. He wanted her.
Last night, I slept with Hardy. No, I didn’t sleep with him. Not much sleep happened. Last night Hardy and I had sex, fucked, made love. Crap, I don’t know what the hell happened. One moment we were just talking and then he was taking my virginity.
At first, it was horrible. The worst experience in the world, but then, he made it good. I hope I made it good for him.
Guilt had him shutting up the book. Rose’s virginity had been a treasure he’d not expected. She was always so beautiful. Even now he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
When he got to the diaries that were written after their marriage, Hardy started to get heartbroken.