Next Girl (Complete)

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Summary

On steamy, hot summer days, the parched soil cracks like ice into jagged lines resembling lightening blowing up the midnight sky. Summer craves to be quenched and begs to feel the invigorating shower that only rain can douse. It takes what it can get from rain without considering the possibility of destruction. Rain is a necessary evil. It is prayed for yet cursed and hated. It brings forth destruction and life simultaneously. Rain is a refreshing sprinkle and an overwhelming flood. It is elusive, and it alone decides when and where to release its precipitation with no regards to the impact of its power. *** Summer breezed into McGrath's Pub like a breath of fresh air. Despite her miserable day and the tepid rain dampening the streets of Harrisburg, she lit up the bar with her bright smile the moment she entered. Rain is on the prowl for a warm body to take to his bed. He spots Summer and immediately approaches her. She has no clue what his plans are for her, and he is determined to bring those plans into fruition. Summer's heart and soul was destroyed by the torrential storm that is Rain Grant. Summer is determined to not let what happened to her happen to the "Next Girl."

Genre
Romance
Author
SueLou66
Status
Complete
Chapters
15
Rating
4.4 10 reviews
Age Rating
18+

Prologue

"Next Girl"


I bet you probably met him at a bar

Let him walk you to your car

I bet he said he never falls this hard

Yeah, I remember that part

He knows how to say all the right things

Knows how to gеt you outta that dress

Knows how to make you think you're thе best thing

But I know what happens next, girl


Co-written and performed by Carly Pearce


***

I perceived his entrance into McGrath's without having to observe him strolling through the door as if the entire establishment was his stage to perform his beguiling act. Every woman, sans myself, snapped their heads to stare at him without an ounce of discretion as he approached a beautiful, snowy blonde at the bar.

This scene is all too familiar. I've been here, and I was once that girl. I am fully aware of precisely what he is saying to her as he leans in, brushes her hair aside, and whispers into her ear. I notice the heated blush crawl from her slender neck up to her high-boned cheeks, matching her ruby red lips.

I am determined to do for her what I wished someone would have done for me. I remain in my undisclosed booth for my opportunity. I prepare myself to pounce on this alluring, unsuspecting woman like a lioness protecting her cub. When the moment occurs, I waste no time as I quickly walk over to the "Next Girl."