Free ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Tiger Tamed (Tiger Shifter BBW Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary Paranormal Alpha Male Romance) by Ava Frost

Cousin. Pookie. To. Shoot. Your. Ass.” Then she dropped him. I was thinking at that point, she was one strong woman and maybe if Cousin Pookie did shoot him, I’d be an accessory to murder. I hoped, for my sake, that Tyrone had heard her clearly. It was obvious to me she meant business.
    Done and tired, she walked past me to get her kids, “Thanks, girl,” she said over her shoulder. “That was a long time coming. Sorry, you had to find out that way.”
    What could I really say? In truth, she’d done me a favor. “Thank you. You just let me know I was dating a scumbag and rooming with a hoe.”
    She cackled. “Two birds, one stone.”
    I nodded, solemn and realizing I would have to move. “So what are you going to do now?” I asked her as she repositioned Candy on her hip.
    “Pack up the house, sell all his shit and get the hell out of dodge,” She said strolling towards the door.
    “You weren’t serious about the whole cousin Pookie thing, were you?” I asked, opening it for her.
    “Dead,” She said walking away. “Have a nice life Veronica. You seem like you deserve one.”
    Heaven help me, Tyrone bet not see that woman again. I decided that it was time I disposed of the trash. Tyrone was still semi-unconscious in Casey’s bedroom. With a pitcher full of ice water, I deposited it on his head. He seemed to regain consciousness and on the verge of yelling when I pulled my second gift retrieved from the kitchen: a large butcher knife. “If you aren’t out of my house in thirty seconds, I will cut off your dick.” He didn’t need further encouragement as he was out of Casey’s room and out the door so fast, it slammed from the momentum.
    Casey, pitiful as she looked wrapped in a sheet got no pity from me. She couldn’t meet my eyes. I decided to play it sweet again, putting the knife in the pitcher. “Didn’t know you were into black guys.” She shrugged in reply. “Well, I hope you don’t judge them all by this little scenario. Most of them are bigger and more mature.” She smiled, thinking she was in the clear. Assumptions only make an ass out of you and me. “I’ll be out by the end of the week and you can figure out for yourself how to make rent and finish the lease. Don’t wait up for me. I’ll be back late.” With that, I left her room, shut the door behind me, grabbed my purse and deposited myself into the nearest bar.

 

Chapter 3  
     
    The bar was probably a mistake but it led me to a hot stranger who fucked me in a clean stall. Today was a rough day so no judging. I don’t remember his name. Let’s be real, after 5 Cosmos’ that were preceded by one double shot of Hennessey, can you blame me? I am not at fault here. He is. Who do you think bought the Cosmos?
    I took that double-shot back with vigor and it slammed it on the bar. “Rough night?” A voice to my left asked. I couldn’t see in my peripheral view yet, the alcohol was still welling tears in my eyes. In an unattractive and hoarse voice, I said, “You could say that.”
    “Tell me about it.”
    Now I’m not sure why I did this. I did not know this man from Adam and I should have been planning my escape but what was the harm in talking to a stranger? I saw none. So I told him my story. I told him the struggle of coming to believe I wasn’t big boned, just a big girl and accepting that. I told him how I had severe trust issues from a mother who thought bulimia was a legit dieting strategy and a spineless father incapable of protecting anyone other than himself from my mother’s words. I told him of the fool named Tyrone and how hurt I was that I could not find a good man. By the fifth Cosmo, I was blubbering about running away and needed to find a perfect place. The stranger before sliding a condom onto his dick and pushing my thong aside mentioned New York. That’s pretty much all I remember of that, which is sad because I think he was pretty good. Well, pretty good for up against a bathroom door, in a bar. I