Following His Rules by kylie Kent EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: kylie Kent
- Language: English
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- Genre: New Adult & College Romance
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“How was it?” Lucy, my best friend, my only friend, asks me before I
can even get the door to my shithole of an apartment closed.
“Argh, don’t ask,” I groan, throwing my bag on the floor before
throwing myself on my tan second, second-hand couch.
“Come on, Shar, it couldn’t have been that bad,” Lucy says, handing me a
glass of ice-cold prosecco—a bottle she brought over. Because I know I don’t
have luxury items like that in my fridge. No, I have the essentials and nothing
more. Milk, bread, and a crapload of two-minute noodles fill the otherwise
You learn not to be too picky when you’re only earning minimum wage.
This was not part of my five-year plan. I should be in college. I should be
halfway through a degree that was going to get me over the poverty line—or
borderline poverty anyway.
“I should just learn how to dance. I’d make more money in a gentleman’s
club in one night than I do in a whole week at the grocery store,” I suggest.
“It’s obvious I’m not going to get any kind of decent-paying job or even just
a decent job.” I close my eyes, resting my head against the back of the couch.
“I can’t even get an internship.”
“Okay, that would be a stellar plan if you didn’t have two left feet and
absolutely no rhythm about you at all.” She laughs. “You know, I know
people who know people. I could make a phone call and…” Lucy stops her
sentence at my well-practiced death glare being shot her way.
How we became best friends still confuses me; it’s the total opposites
attract theory. Where she’s all Victoria’s Secret supermodel tall with blonde
locks deserving of a shampoo commercial, bright-blue eyes, and natural
double Ds, I’m more on the shorter side of life with dull mousy-brown hair
and C-cup breasts at best. My eyes are what I love and hate the most about
my body; they’re a dark-green, almost emerald colour.
My mum used to tell me that they were unique, that the eye colour we
shared was a rarity amongst the human population. I loved that I had that in
common with her, seeing as the rest of my looks came from my father’s
genetics. Or so she told me. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never met him. He left us
before I was born and my mum could never find him again.
Bringing the glass of sweet bubbles to my mouth, I swallow the contents
in one go—my attempt at numbing the pain in my heart. Memories of my
mum are like a knife stabbing me over and over again. All they do is serve to
remind me that she’s gone.
“Okay, hear me out,” Lucy pleads as she refills my glass. “I know you
want to do this all by yourself and be the independent woman. Blah, blah,
blah, but…” She pauses.
I roll my eyes. I already know what she’s going to say. So I hold up a
hand to stop her from continuing. “I don’t want to be your charity case, Lucy.
I won’t be your charity case.”
“It’s not charity. Honestly, you’d be doing me a huge favour.” She
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