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Here is chapter one. I hope you guys like. FEEDBACKS GREATLY APPRECIATED.
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She heard the last few notes of one her favorite songs, followed by the station jingle. Then she heard her own prerecorded voice.
" if you did not catch the show yesterday here is what you missed."
" so what you are saying,' Brady's voice began," is that you're trying to trap your boyfriend into marrying you." " Of course not," the listener snapped," he wants to get married-" Brady cut her off." Honey, no man wants to get married. Women want to get married. Men just want to get laid."
A few seconds of canned laughter segued into commercial for a new restaurant. She blocked that out. The clip from yesterdays hadn't distracted her as well. It her only reminded of she already knew.
The single, sexy guys- the guys like Brady- were commitment-phobes. Boys pretending to be men. Luckily, Phillip was nothing like Brady.
She glanced at her watch. Thirteen seconds to go. she exhaled, then stood. She draped the strap of her mammoth leather bag over door handle, ignoring it as it dropped with a thud, and flexed her fingers to loosen the convulsed muscles. In two steps she crossed to the vanity. For a moment she stared at herself in the mirror. " Whatever happens, you'll be ok." She met her reflection's gaze and nodded before looking at the wand. One window framed a single blue stripe; proof the test had worked, in the other, two blue lines formed an X. She was pregnant. Anger flashed through her. This wasn't fair. All her life She'd been so careful, so responsible. Now this? Her future ruined by poor quality control at a latex factory!
She grabbed the stick, intending to hurl it across the tiny room. In a anger she whacked her knuckles against the vanity. Pain seared through her hand. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Still grasping the stick, she shook her hand to dispel the sting.
" are you ok?" the question came from behind her. Too close behind her.
Panicked, she whirled to find Brady filling the doorway.
" What are you doing in here?" she gasped. " What's in your hand"?
She heard the last few notes of one her favorite songs, followed by the station jingle. Then she heard her own prerecorded voice.
" if you did not catch the show yesterday here is what you missed."
" so what you are saying,' Brady's voice began," is that you're trying to trap your boyfriend into marrying you." " Of course not," the listener snapped," he wants to get married-" Brady cut her off." Honey, no man wants to get married. Women want to get married. Men just want to get laid."
A few seconds of canned laughter segued into commercial for a new restaurant. She blocked that out. The clip from yesterdays hadn't distracted her as well. It her only reminded of she already knew.
The single, sexy guys- the guys like Brady- were commitment-phobes. Boys pretending to be men. Luckily, Phillip was nothing like Brady.
She glanced at her watch. Thirteen seconds to go. she exhaled, then stood. She draped the strap of her mammoth leather bag over door handle, ignoring it as it dropped with a thud, and flexed her fingers to loosen the convulsed muscles. In two steps she crossed to the vanity. For a moment she stared at herself in the mirror. " Whatever happens, you'll be ok." She met her reflection's gaze and nodded before looking at the wand. One window framed a single blue stripe; proof the test had worked, in the other, two blue lines formed an X. She was pregnant. Anger flashed through her. This wasn't fair. All her life She'd been so careful, so responsible. Now this? Her future ruined by poor quality control at a latex factory!
She grabbed the stick, intending to hurl it across the tiny room. In a anger she whacked her knuckles against the vanity. Pain seared through her hand. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Still grasping the stick, she shook her hand to dispel the sting.
" are you ok?" the question came from behind her. Too close behind her.
Panicked, she whirled to find Brady filling the doorway.
" What are you doing in here?" she gasped. " What's in your hand"?