Tempest
He’s rude, mean, and looks at me like he hates me.
And I’ve only just stepped into his house.
Spending a year of travelling through impoverished places, trying to help people, should make handling Sargent Wolf—yes that’s his name—a piece of cake.
But even Maddox can’t deny that his father is an absolute douche. I’m only here for six months maximum before I get my arse back on the road.
I’ll just have to stay out of his way, and never suggest that he let me draw him naked.
No matter how badly I want to.

Sargent
If I’d known Maddox’s little Pest was female, I’d never have agreed to let her stay.
The last woman to sleep in my house was my ex-wife. I can’t live with a woman again and deal with them spreading their things everywhere. Not to mention their scent, tampons, clothes, makeup, and weird reading material. She has to leave; even if it’s me who makes her.
Though not at the expense of my son’s respect and love for me.
I can suffer her presence for a few months.
I’ve dealt with worse.
I just wish she’d wear a goddamn bra once in a while under her little white vests.
I’m a tits man and hers are completely off limits.

Standalone Novel.
18+

HIS FATHER

It’s been a week and I’m still so jumpy, adrenaline still courses through my veins whenever the memory surfaces again. Which is often. 


People died. I don’t know how to live with that again and this time it wasn’t even my fault. 


There’s just so much going on. I’m busying myself with my art, trying to stay positive and normal for the most part. I’m going back to work for Devon next week. I’ve got a therapy session thanks to Maddox who won’t let me say no though I think his father is behind it. 


I just can’t talk to him yet. I don’t know how. 


I’m trying to understand it, to understand him but I can’t process it. He had sex with somebody else. Maybe it wasn’t for pleasure, maybe it was to keep me safe… 


I don’t blame him, not entirely, I just don’t know how to move past it. 


“That’s incredibly dark, Pest,” Maddox comments, looking over my shoulder at my unfinished drawing. 


Chapter Twenty-Two