Marianna » fancy cars, diamond rings

[kingstonkrown]

She's not hung up on fairy tales
Or some dream at the bottom of a wishin' well
Fancy cars or diamond rings
What she wants most are the little things

King sat in a little coffee shop and bakery in South Addison. "What have you found so far?" King asked over the phone. He smiled, how lovely. "Well good, and you and Maggie? Well, good luck with that." He said goodbye and hung up. He sipped his coffee quietly. He heard the bell over the door of the coffee shop jingle off and on. Mostly he sat there reading the newspaper, but other than that he was thinking about catching his enemy.

His cattle were doing just fine at the moment and the local auction had taken a hit when King had pulled his cattle business out after the first and last screw up over his cattle. His bank investment had started to become wobbly but was now stabilizing. The Vice President had started to take out cash like King had suspected, the second King had looked into the issue the man had tried to turn and run. King had made a little incident in West Addison, and it was now in the papers, tittled 'BILLIONAIRE KINGSTON KROWN TAKES DOWN VICE PRESIDENT OF MILLER'S BANK' the rest went on to say how the man had been trying to embezzle money and King had well... grabbed the man by the collar and punched him in the face. Of course the police claimed they hadn't seen anything, due to close ties and a few had money in the bank as well.

[hannahdrayton]

said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and i need you now
and i don't know how i can do without i just need you now

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I hate doctor’s appointments. I suppose I should be used to them by now, really, but after everything, the thought of doctors and hospitals fill me with a sort of dread. Not that I was sure there was much else that could go wrong with me, I had already lost my memory, and that was bad enough by itself. I guess it was just the stress of thinking about what they were going to say, worried that they might not think that I was doing alright by myself, which is probably what worried me the most. Luckily I hadn’t had that problem today, they had said I could probably start learning how to drive again, although I am still highly sceptical of cars in general. It was a start, nonetheless.

I walked away from the hospital, heading towards the south end of Addison. I had time to be left alone with my thoughts. I was regretting reading the paper this morning, the latest issue, which had been sitting on a table in the hospital’s waiting room. I had been hoping I wouldn’t see King’s face anywhere again, and there he had been, a few pages in. Just my luck, really. I suppose he hadn’t done me much wrong, but he hadn’t done me much right either. I couldn’t shake that kiss out of my head, no matter how much I tried and wanted to, and neither could I forget the rejection that followed, even though he had been the one to initiate it all.

And here I was, thinking about him again. Annoyed with myself, I turned into a small coffee shop that I had been slowly approaching, feeling a little disappointed to be leaving the outdoors, the weather had been extremely pleasant since the change of seasons had hit, and I had been spending as much time as I could outside, I had been cooped up in a hospital for three months, I didn’t want to stay indoors any longer than I had to. Really? I had to pick the exact same shop he happens to be in, didn’t I? the thought flashed through my head as I entered, gaze falling upon the man, sitting at a table, reading the paper.

I successfully managed to ignore him on my way to the counter, although I could feel my cheeks burning, whether I was embarrassed or not was beyond me, all I knew was that I was terribly pissed off with the man in that chair, and I wasn’t likely to forget it any time soon either.

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Words 427
Outfit coming
Muse Hello World - Lady Antebellum
Notes There we go, finally xD

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[kingstonkrown]

She's not hung up on fairy tales
Or some dream at the bottom of a wishin' well
Fancy cars or diamond rings
What she wants most are the little things

King hadn't missed a thing. He sat there, 'reading' the paper quietly. His mind focused on Mari. He supposed he should stop fighting it, really. Who was he kidding? He sighed. He got up and met her in the line. "Hey," he said, feeling a little awkward and perhaps even ashamed, though he'd never admit it. "I was thinking would you want to come to an auction with me? There's some horses there and I'd like your opinion," he said, somewhat lying. He could read horse flesh all his own, but he wanted to see what she would choose as a good horse.He looked at her, she seemed different, he didn't know how or why but she almost seemed as if... as if... well he didn't know exactly, she seemed maybe angry... or hurt? He laughed in his mind, haha yeah, a woman actually hurting over you? What a joke. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, just forget it.

"And don't even dare try to say no, I know you're just dying for another breath taking kiss," anyone would have thought he was being intentionally cruel. But then his eyes sparkled as they smiled and the corners of his mouth drew lines as they tilted ever so slightly upward. He was joking, teasing, the first sort of sense of humor he seemed to show, at least to Mari.

The woman's jaw seemed to sag a little from behind the cash register, noticing right away who King was, and avoiding the scar on his face before she flushed and picked up the slack in her jaw and hastily went back to work. King glared at her angrily. Just because his face was marked... he wasn't ugly damn it! And here King was, a purposeful man with an image complex. but it was something he couldn't forget, no matter how hard he tried, it had always been something people had pestered him about, and always something King had been.. ashamed of.

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[hannahdrayton]

said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and i need you now
and i don't know how i can do without i just need you now

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I guess it was too much to ask, of course, that he would decide to ignore me and continue reading his paper, letting me get my coffee in peace. No, he had to put the paper down once I had reached the line, and I felt him standing next to me before I heard him say anything. I almost decided not to respond, to see if that would make him leave me alone, but after a moment I returned his greeting with a short “Hey,” of my own. I studied the menu board with possibly a little too much intensity as I tried to get myself to relax, willing the slight blush I knew was there to go away.

I wasn’t going to deny that his next question caught me off guard. The last thing I was expecting from him was an invitation to join him somewhere, even an auction, even more so that he ‘wanted my opinion’. I turned my head to look at him, eyebrows raised slightly, trying to figure out what exactly was going on here. One minute he didn’t want anything to do with me, the next he wouldn’t leave me alone, and then it just repeated that cycle.

I was about to answer him when his little ‘joke’ popped out of his mouth. I knew he had meant it as a joke, by his expression, but it was a very poorly thought out one, nonetheless. I shot him a somewhat irritated glare, not sure whether he knew exactly how much what he said had upset me, or if he thought I would find it funny. Oh, yes, I was going to find it absolutely hilarious after he had kissed me like that and just left me there, feeling like an idiot. I gave up trying to calm down, my cheeks were still burning, and I assumed the blush had probably deepened somewhat by now.

“Alright,” I answered, my reply coming out before I even really had time to think about it. “But this doesn’t mean I think you’re being any less of an asshole than you’ve been,” I added to the end, really not caring about how he was going to react to that sentence, I wasn’t going to lie to him about what I thought about his behaviour.

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Words 384
Outfit coming
Muse Complicated - Good Charlotte
Notes Lol these pair crack me up xD

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[kingstonkrown]

She's not hung up on fairy tales
Or some dream at the bottom of a wishin' well
Fancy cars or diamond rings
What she wants most are the little things

King laughed, he actually laughed, it was a deep throated and intensely sexy laugh, or at least in his own conceited opinion. He liked her blush, her face lighting up prettily, he also liked the fact that she'd given into it and it had lit her face up even more. He had almost touched her face at the splash of pink, but decided he was finally getting on her good side, plus, he didn't want to do it somewhere she could easily get away from him.

"Well then, hurry up and order before you change your mind."

He waited for her to finish ordering her coffee before King started out to the truck, his hands finding the keys quickly. He unlocked it and hopped inside. Garbo was sleeping in the back seat but his head perked at the scent of someone new. He went to growl but the newspaper hit him before it go out, "Ah, no." King said. The dog eyed the newspaper and then curled up again in the back seat and went to sleep. He was a large german shepherd with a brown face, and a black back. "He doesn't trust women, nothing personal, his previous owner was a woman who had him in a cage and would use him for dog fighting. He didn't really like me either but he decided I don't taste very good," King said as he stuck the newspaper in the back seat on the spot where the dog wasn't lounging.

"We're heading over to Arlington. They're selling a big crop of thoroughbreds and I'm going to get them out of there before anyone decides to send them to Mexico," King said. He had his trailer hooked up and he pulled out his phone. "Hey, I'm on my way over, send the men, did you check the heifers in the North Pasture?" King sighed. "I think their next seasons sale. Ya, haha, ok, see ya Rick," he said.

He flicked the radio on to K Jug Country station. It was about 40 minutes to an hour to get to Arlington.

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[hannahdrayton]

said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and i need you now
and i don't know how i can do without i just need you now

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I hadn’t expected him to laugh about it. I guess I had been expecting a less than savoury reaction, considering how he had acted after everything other thing that had gone on this week. I liked his laugh, even though I refused to show it outwardly, since I figured the thought would probably go to his head, although I found it hard not to crack a smile at the same time. So I busied myself by turning back to the counter to order my coffee, which came out rather quickly after I had ordered it, so it wasn’t long before I was following King out the door and to his truck.

I felt a twinge of nervousness hit me when we approached the truck, but I pushed it away. I didn’t remember a single thing from my accident, I guess it was just the thought of what had happened that got to me, leaving me with an appropriate degree of wariness towards automobiles. But I opened the door nonetheless, I was beginning to slowly get over my nervousness towards them, and even though I didn’t know him well, and despite how much he was confusing me, I trusted King, even though I wasn’t sure why I did.

I stole a glance at the dog who had started growling when I got in the car, listening to the man tell me his story. I hadn’t been worried when I heard the growl, knowing that it was probably just a warning to me, telling me to leave him alone, which I was quite happy to do. I shook my head. “He’s a beautiful animal...it’s sad to think someone could do that to him, or any animal, for that matter,” I said, half to him, half to myself. I wasn’t big on violence in general, let alone forcing something that had no choice in the matter to fight.

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Words 315
Outfit coming
Muse 1985 - Bowling For Soup
Notes Sounds good to meee...sorry, I sorta blanked out for a bit writing that post to watch the news, and lost my train of thought, sooo it's not that great, lol.

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[kingstonkrown]

She's not hung up on fairy tales
Or some dream at the bottom of a wishin' well
Fancy cars or diamond rings
What she wants most are the little things

King smiled over at her and began the drive to Arlington....

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King pulled the trailer up to his designated area, the area he'd reserved. He hopped out and grabbed his hat from the back, stuffing it over his hair before walking to Marianna's side and helping her out of the truck. He smiled a little at her, a small smile but the most you'd ever see out of him.

He gently grabbed her hand and said, "Stick close and try not to talk to strangers, not everyone is as they seem sometimes," he said. His coat he wore hid his glock. The powerful hand gun was there in case of emergency. He'd been carrying it around after the news he'd gotten from Ryder on his man.

He took out his phone when it vibrated as he led her threw the aisles, they were going in the front way, after walking around from the back. "Hey, Ya. You're almost here? Ok, get the trailers set up and then meet me by the auction block," King said before hanging up. He tipped his hat at a man standing by some cows.

After weaving threw all the cow barns they came into view of the horses. He smiled and slowed down and this time he pulled her closer and looped his arm around her waist, directing her slowly toward the first horse. He was skinnier than hell and looked like he was every color. His coat was dull and looked as if it was falling off under the caked mud. He appeared to be a little thoroughbred, or maybe a quarter horse. "What do you think about this one?" King asked, eying it speculatively. He appeared to be a nice length, short backed, his legs were straight, though he was close behind, which King would rather that than too far apart.

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[hannahdrayton]

said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and i need you now
and i don't know how i can do without i just need you now

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He pulled up at the auction yard, leaning past me to get his hat from the back seat, before jumping out of the car. I took a little more time to get out, trying to get my thoughts in order. I was still in two minds about the whole thing, I didn’t know what it was he wanted from me, and I wasn’t even sure if he knew, he seemed to keep changing his mind, but I hoped that he wasn’t going to do that again anytime soon. I didn’t get a chance to open my door, he went around his truck, opening it for me and helping me out, giving me a tiny smile as he did so, that I returned with a small smile of my own.

I felt him take my hand, the gesture was gentle this time, not as rough as it had been every other time he’d touched me, and I felt my own hand automatically grasp his as I listened to him speak. “Don’t worry, I’m not usually in the habit of talking to complete strangers,” I answered, he really had no idea how strange it had been for me to even approach him in the first place, I had a certain wariness about people I didn’t know, possibly because of the doctor’s warnings about living by myself without having much of my memory back.

The cows, of course, didn’t really interest me much as King led me through the areas full of the animals, I only watched with mild interest, silent as he spoke on the phone, and then we finally got to the horses he had been talking about. I let him pull me closer as we approached the first horse, barely noticing him place his arm around my waist as I looked the skinny, dirty horse over. With horses, the memories seemed to come back quicker. Not in large bursts, but as I did more, more seemed to just come back into my head, as if someone was peeling back the layers to reveal the information hidden underneath, and today was no different.

“Not bad, but not fantastic either...though I suppose it would be easier to tell when he’s cleaned up and filled out a bit,” I answered after a few moments. Now, these were the things that came back to me the quickest, I knew that I would have done a lot of this sort of thing, before my accident, so I was going to trust what my eyes saw.

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Words 420
Outfit coming
Muse A Town Called Hypocrisy - Lostprophets
Notes *flails about*

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[kingstonkrown]

She's not hung up on fairy tales
Or some dream at the bottom of a wishin' well
Fancy cars or diamond rings
What she wants most are the little things

King stepped closer, so that their sides brushed closer together so that King's thigh just barely brushed her hip. It bit the instinct and shoved it away from his initial intentions. He leaned in close her her ear to whisper, "Half these horses are half starved." He didn't want the man who owned the horse to be insulted. He'd seen a man flip and cause King a bad sale just to get a mangy little stick of a horse. Of course every life counted, but still, it made him furious.

He moved away, the close contact was... intoxicating in a few ways. But, as always, it didn't show on his face what he was feeling inside. "I mostly buy these guys to turn around and sell them as little sport horses. I have a few people who will take them after I save them and help me turn them around. Occasionally I will take one and teach it before I figure out what level the rider should be. Typically they are either one or the other. Either really calm and bombproof, or their crazy nuts and sometimes too crazy to even sell. I usually turn them out to pasture on my ranch, they keep cougars from the cattle," King said with a quiet grace.

The owner of the horse had finished talking to some couple who'd commented on the horse and made his way over to King. The man glared at King's scar. King acted as if he hadn't noticed, containing his cool as best as he could. The man then looked at Mari, mentally undressing her. He reeked like liquor and... the faint smell of throw up. He looked like he hadn't taken a shower for days and as for his teeth... lets just say a dentist would pull a trigger on himself before trying to touch those gross teeth or even the wretched breath.

King's grip tightened around Mari. He cleared his throat. His other hand, not occupied with wrapping around Mari, was balled and his knuckles were white, the look on his face was murderous, vicious, it would scare a man eating lion into tucking it's tail and running for cover.

The man glared at King before seeming to relent and realize he wasn't going to win either way. King relaxed his grip gently on Mary. He hadn't gripped her hard enough to bruise... he hoped.

"This one here is real nice. Got a nice trot on 'im and he don't fuss much. Easy keeper. Don't bite, don't kick, don't do nothin'," the man said, spitting right at King's feet.

King narrowed his eyes, glaring at the spit at his feet. Then glared at the man until he started to squirm. Finely, after a long minute King spoke. "I just bet. Well, mind if I go in and check him out?" King asked.

The man seemed to hesitate but then said, "Sure, go 'head."

King unlatched the bar. The horse seemed to come alive. He snorted and skittered a little, moving as far away from King as he could in the teeny tiny little 6 by 4 corral stall. King walked up to him, the horse began to pace slightly before seeming to tire and give up. "Well, you've got life," King said, extending his hand and waiting for the horse to walk to him. King motioned to Mary to come in, she'd be safer in the stall with the crazy horse than out there with the crazy man. Plus, horses seemed to trust women a little better.

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[hannahdrayton]

said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and i need you now
and i don't know how i can do without i just need you now

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He stepped closer to me after I spoke, close enough that his side was pressed lightly against mine, before he leant down a little to speak directly into my ear. I was painfully aware of how close we were now, but I willed myself not to turn my head to look at him, knowing how close our faces would be if I did. Maybe I wanted to, but I wasn’t going to do that here, of all places, and I still didn’t know what his intentions were. Damn it, I thought, feeling myself blush a little again. I tried to turn my full attention back to the horse in front of us.

He moved away again, and I felt like I could breathe a little easier now. It wasn’t that I didn’t want the close contact, it was just confusing and I didn’t want to make a wrong move. I turned to look at him then, wondering if he had felt anything during that, since his face didn’t show it, mouth opening to speak, but I was cut short before I could say anything as a man approached us. I smelt him before I saw him, really, the amount of alcohol emanating off him was almost overwhelming.

The look he gave me next made me feel somewhat nauseous, and I instinctively moved a little closer to King, whose expression had turned murderous. I felt his grip tighten on my wait, not enough to be painful, but it was slightly uncomfortable, although I didn’t make any sort of complaint about it. I didn’t offer the man a smile, instead, turned my head so I was looking at the horse again, waiting for King to finish talking to him. I stepped as far away from the horse’s owner as I could without seeming rude when he dropped his arm from my waist and went into the horse’s enclosure, starting to feel slightly anxious.

I didn’t hesitate when he motioned for me to follow him inside the enclosure, shutting the door behind me, glad to be away from the other man, even if it was only a wall separating him from us, it was enough for me.

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Words 364
Outfit coming
Muse I Run To You - Lady Antebellum
Notes THERE YOU GO.

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[kingstonkrown]

She's not hung up on fairy tales
Or some dream at the bottom of a wishin' well
Fancy cars or diamond rings
What she wants most are the little things

King smiled at her lightly, this was a record, three smiles in one ... hour? King remembered Daphne... His eyes glazed over a little, they were distant now, aloof. Daphne had used him... and yet he'd used her too hadn't he? He didn't know anymore.

He forced himself back to the present and then felt his hands over the horse's legs first, feeling nothing wrong. He then felt along the length of his body, concentrating hard on the spacings. He went to check the horse's sheath and he suddenly kicked out. King shoved Mari back against the wall with his arm. Narrowly missing the hoof. "Jesus, flexible much? You ok?" he asked Mari.

The horse had his ears pinned and kicked out again with his other leg, kicking one of the walls. King's eyes narrowed and he grabbed the horse's leg with one hand before he inspected his sheath. "Ooo boy. He's got a sarcroid on it. Feel for you buddy," King said. He new sarcroids like the back of his hand, Donte had one when he'd bought him and it's popular for thoroughbreds to get them, but they usually fall off with age.

King didn't know if he much wanted to treat that, it would mean drugging the horse down every day just to put the medicine on it. There was always a chance it would pop back up as well.

King stepped out of the stall helping Mari out before he shut the gate. "That was a waist of time, but maybe he'll have a chance if we don't see anything better."

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[hannahdrayton]

said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and i need you now
and i don't know how i can do without i just need you now

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I found myself wondering what it would look like if King smiled properly. I mean, the few smiles he had given me over the past hour or so, there was nothing wrong with them, and I had to admit, I liked it when he smiled, but it felt like he was holding back, as if he wanted to smile, but didn’t want to at the same time...a confusing concept, for sure, and I had to wonder why. I let myself give him another small smile in return, tearing my thoughts back to the horse. I needed to let my thoughts stop wandering, something that happened far too often, especially when it came to King, these days.

I was watching him inspect the horse thoroughly, letting my focus stay on the animal this time, trying to relax, seeing if any more would come back to me. I had found it frustrating, at first, when I had known what a horse was, I just didn’t remember anything else I had obviously learnt through my life. At least horses was the thing that was coming back to me the quickest, just like cooking and playing the piano had been. Apparently acquired skills were the easiest to regain, it was just the memories of people, and events that were the hardest to get back.

I saw the horse kick as it came, but he had pushed me back out of harm’s way before I had the chance to move, gaining enough control after he pushed me backwards with his arm to not go smashing back into the wall. The horse’s hoof barely missed me, feeling a slight breeze as it passed by, but didn’t touch me. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered, surprisingly unshaken by the near miss, possibly because I had already had to dodge a few well aimed kicks from Knight since I had gotten out of hospital and in to Crossfire.

I followed him back out of the stall, feeling my nervousness return as we had to pass the horse’s owner again to do so, subconsciously reaching out for King’s hand and slipping my own back into it, instantly feeling more comfortable once I had done so, but then I realised exactly what I had done. I glanced at him quickly, wondering how he was going to react to the action, not that it wasn’t something he had done himself already. I was becoming comfortable around him far too quickly.

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Words 408
Outfit coming
Muse Maria Maria - Santana ft Product G&B
Notes Sorry it took a few days, fainting spells and faily internet connections suck.

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She's not hung up on fairy tales
Or some dream at the bottom of a wishin' well
Fancy cars or diamond rings
What she wants most are the little things

King didn't remove her hand, but brought her closer, squeezing her delicate slender fingers a moment before he sent her a sideways glance. Suffice to say the went threw more than half the lot. He ended up getting several bays, a couple of chestnuts, two grays, and three blacks, all ex raced thoroughbreds. Then there had been some shabby looking creature in a stall with a dull everything who King had taken pittance on and bought him out right for more than he was worth, 2,000 dollars. He loaded the wobbly creature onto his trailer himself. He was a little gelding... or well big gelding actually. 17 hands from where King stood, or at least a rough estimation.

King was half way there when he had to pull over. He checked on the horses before he nodded at Mari, "You hungry?" There was an In-AND-Out right across the lot. "You want a hamburger or some fries or... what ever," he asked. He didn't know what the girl typically ate, was she the glass of water kind of girl or the two by two animal style? Or just a regular in and out burger person like King, though he'd eat the two by two but usually didn't finish it, not because he was lacking in appetite, but because his doctor would kill him if he knew he consumed two by two's on a regular bases. So not finishing it made his conscience clearer, hence not buying it.

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[hannahdrayton]

said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and i need you now
and i don't know how i can do without i just need you now

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He didn’t pull his hand away from mine, like I thought he might. Instead, he just pulled me closer to him again, and I felt his larger hand squeeze my own hand gently, and it was almost a comforting feeling. The rest of the visit of the sale yard was a relatively quiet one, we didn’t seem to talk to each other too much, but the silence felt like a comfortable one, not awkward in any way, as it might have been if it had been anyone else I was with. I just didn’t feel the need to fill the space with words, and I guessed he didn’t either.

Or maybe I just didn’t know what to say to him. Most times I had opened my mouth and said something to him, it usually seemed to end badly. Maybe I was just worried I’d say the wrong thing again, and that he would get angry, and leave. Or maybe it was just because I was still trying to figure him out exactly, trying to figure out what he wanted with me, find out more about why he acted like he did. So the car trip back was relatively quiet as well, until we stopped to check on the horses.

I got out of the car to stretch my legs as King checked the horses he had bought from the sale yard, standing by the side of the car, fixing a few loose strands of hair that had fallen out of the clip I had put in that morning to hold my thick brunette curls out of my face, when he came back around the corner, asking if I wanted something to eat. “Sure...fries sound good,” I agreed, not that I actually had much of an appetite right now, maybe I just wanted to see if I could get him to talk more.

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Outfit coming
Muse Differently - Cassie Davis ft Travis McCoy
Notes Sorry again for the delay -.-

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