One Percent of You by Michelle Gross EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Michelle Gross
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- Genre: Contemporary Romance
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I believed that we chose our level of maturity. Some lucky bastards were
fortunate and could do whatever they wanted. They got the family and, God
forbid, children. Then there was the rest of us. We made a life working and
making bank—hell to the yeah. Some of us enjoyed what we did—fuck
yeah. The lesser mortals got stuck in a career they hated—like making food
to please folk—just to afford the shit they thought they needed. Some
people embodied several of these types. I’d assume that if a person checked
off yes to more than one—saying yes to the trappings of family, kids, and a
dog—he or she was miserable. I saw the exhaustion dragging down their
faces as they chased kids across a store. It was undeniable. No one could
make me believe otherwise.
Me? I liked solitude, loved my job, and never grew tired of my routine.
Personally, I couldn’t cook worth shit and didn’t want to learn. Why waste
an hour cooking when I could use that time drawing or getting a graphic
design out of the way before it was due? The fact was, I had all that I had
because I only prioritized myself and my wants. Well, besides my ma but
that was about the only person. I guess Hank could count too. He’d been
like a father to me all my life and treated my ma with the respect she
deserved. But that was it. Okay… Maybe the guys at both my shops made
the last few years a bit better than total isolation but that was it. Really.
I owned two tattoo parlors—one I opened just six months ago. My ma is
the reason for the new shop, Devil’s Lair. She begged me every day to come
back to my rural hometown—Sassafras, Alabama—so that she could see
me more. It took a couple years, searching for the perfect spot and building
but I made it happen because of my priorities. My ma was the main one.
Other changes included buying a house. She still complained, though,
saying I took too long to get one.
Nonetheless, I was there. But Ma couldn’t understand the amount of
work I did between painting and graphic designs. She didn’t even consider
all of my customers at Devil’s Poke in Jeffrey—I wasn’t very creative
naming my businesses—plus managing the shops. There wasn’t nearly
enough time to do it all.
But still, I was there for her.
I sighed long and hard as I pulled my truck into park at a grocery store. I
couldn’t fucking cook, but I sure as hell knew how to snack. You could call
me the King Kong of snack food town. I blamed my inability on Ma. She
shouldn’t have spent all those years feeding me. Now I didn’t plan to cook
for the rest of my life since I was too lazy, ahem, busy.
My cell phone rang just as I shut off the engine. I yanked it off the
charging cord and groaned as I saw the name on the screen. “Yeah?” I
climbed out of the truck, locking it as I shut the door behind me.
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