Readers: You know I had to do another Seduction story =) Please review and tell me how the intro is. Remember your reviews mean a lot!
Introduction
The sun rose bright and high over the town of Houston, Texas…my hometown. My name is Katrina Marie Anderson but my friends mostly called me Kitty or Kat for short. My story starts out when I was fourteen years old. I was 5'5, with chocolate brown hair with red streaks, and a tan complexion. I was very popular in school, a straight A student, the lead singer at our church, and captain of the swim team. My mom, Lita and my dad, Matt Hardy, were very proud of me…at least until the day I met him. It had to be the worst…and the best day of my life.
"Kat? Honey are you ready to go yet?" my mom asked when she walked into my room. I smiled at her all dressed up in her lawyer suit. She had been working as a lawyer since before I was born. I was just running the flat iron through my last piece of hair.
"Yea I am, is dad going to be home tonight?" I asked her.
She shrugged, "I sure hope so. I don't think we should let him and his boys go on vacation without us anymore."
I giggled, "Yea true, but at least he brings us things back all the time."
"You've got a point, but come on now before we're late to church."
I nodded and got up to follow her to the car. As we headed off the porch, I noticed there was a guy moving some stuff into the deserted house next to us. He was a big guy, with tattoos all over his arms, sunglasses over his eyes, and a dark blue bandana tied around his head. I couldn't help but look at his sexy body since he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Mom…who is that?" I asked her.
She glanced at him and her mouth fell open. "Oh my…that's Mark Calaway honey. He graduated high school five years ago."
I nodded and then got into the car. "He's really big how do you know him?"
"His parents sold us this house. Anyways we'll meet him after church alright?"
I nodded and then began singing the song I was supposed to sing at church. Little did I know that there was more to Mark Calaway than what meets the eye.
