Community Service. Two words I should be thankful for, but I’m not. I resent the hours it’s away from building my business. 

When they push the little girl into the room, her crazy curls barely held back by the barrette in her hair, and studious glasses on her face, I can tell she’s scared. Something inside of me breaks, and I want this girl to feel wanted again. 

What I’m unprepared for is meeting her mom. The second our hands touch, there are fireworks, bright lights, and a picture of the future I could one day have. The future I’ve never allowed myself to wish for. 

Community service becomes more than a chore. In the months that follow, I realize they’re just like me: they’ve been abandoned, left behind by the world, forgotten by those who should love them. 

Thanks to the one last hope in both our lives - we found the light in the darkness we’d been searching for.

Trick is created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Trick

“How are things going with Patrick?” Rebecca stares at me, and I swear she can tell just by looking, that Trick and I have been spending time together. It’s almost like she knows I’ve been having inappropriate thoughts. Not that we’ve done anything inappropriate yet, but after spending the night with him, I’ve done nothing but think about everything we could do to each other. All. the. Time. Giving him a blow job and him getting me off wasn’t inappropriate, right? We’re both consenting adults, both sure of what we were doing with one another.


Why do I feel like I’m lying to my mother after being out with my boyfriend the night before? Can she see the fucking hickey I have on my neck?


Chapter Twenty-Nine: I Loved Buy Husband