Hershey's Kiss: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel Read Online Free
Author: Raven Ferrari
slip into the bathroom get a quick fix.
“Okay, boys. Mommy’s gotta go powder her nose.” she said.
Powdering noses? Do people still say that? Jeanette didn’t really care. She just wanted to guzzle down some pills as fast as possible before she went batshit crazy. Jeanette closed the bathroom door behind her. Finally alone, she released a strong sigh of relief; it looked like she was about to drop to her knees and thank God. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her bottle of vicodin and her little vial of coke. Jeanette laid down two lines of cocaine and opened the bottle of pills out on the counter. She felt like a kid before her Christmas presents. Excited, she admired her little pretties on the sink for a few seconds…While she was rubbing her hands together greedily, the entire plane cabin shook violently from turbulence. Jeanette banged her head against a cabinet and was knocked unconscious…
… …
…
A few moments passed and Jeanette awoke to the sound of a voice. Brandon’s voice.
“Jin, are you okay?”
She groaned, but that hardly served as a response. Suddenly, Jeannette heard the door’s handle fidgeting and the door’s lock clicking. Brandon was trying to come in. Jeanette realised what was happening and sprang to her feet. Unless she wanted to have her cover blown, she’d have to act quick…
“I’m fine!” she yelled. “Don’t come in here. I’ll be right out.”
Jeanette turned around to observe what had happened. All of her pills had fallen down the sink except for one. Her cocaine was scattered over every counter in a fine mist.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!” Jeanette screamed violently. Now Brandon was really concerned and he started shimmying the keys into the door again. Jason also heard the curse words, and he was very concerned. Brandon turned the lock and pushed the door open, but Jeanette heaved the door with her shoulder and closed it again. The door slammed into Brandon’s face. Hard.
“I told you don’t come in here. I’m fine!”
Jeanette snatched the last vicodin pill and slammed it down her throat. Then she wiped up all of the cocaine with a paper towel. With the evidence concealed, she let herself out of the bathroom.
“Didn’t you know it’s not polite to walk in on a lady?” Jeanette said, coiffing her hair and playing up her Betty Crocker voice.
“Geez, Jeanette. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Brandon said, pressing a cold beer onto the bump on his forehead.
Jeanette simply shrugged and pranced back to her seat. The singalongs continued, but Jeanette took solace in the fact that she’d narrowly escaped blowing her cover. And, with one pill, she’d have just enough juice to make it through her bullshit flight without killing herself. Jeanette started to think about the rest of the trip in Fiji. She was flying to the deep jungle of some ass-backwards country, and she was fresh out of drugs. It would just be a matter of time before she blew a fuse, and she knew it. She was in some deep shit.
* * *
Just one day after they’d arrived in Fiji, Brandon locked himself in a room to deal with some unexpected crisis back at headquarters. Jeanette had already been sober for hours, and she was visibly agitated by… EVERYTHING. Jeannette wanted to get her hands on any drug she could find, but she just couldn’t catch a break. With Brandon occupied, the little runt was on her back all day and all night. By the late afternoon of the second day, Jeanette started losing her marbles. She’d broken out into a cold sweat which she couldn’t shake, and the circles around her eyes make her look like she’d gotten a really-fucking-hard punch in the face. Finding drugs became her number one priority…
“Mommy’ll be riiiight back.” she said, while she fixed Jason’s overalls. “You just sit here and keep playing with your toys until Mommy gets back,
“Okay, boys. Mommy’s gotta go powder her nose.” she said.
Powdering noses? Do people still say that? Jeanette didn’t really care. She just wanted to guzzle down some pills as fast as possible before she went batshit crazy. Jeanette closed the bathroom door behind her. Finally alone, she released a strong sigh of relief; it looked like she was about to drop to her knees and thank God. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her bottle of vicodin and her little vial of coke. Jeanette laid down two lines of cocaine and opened the bottle of pills out on the counter. She felt like a kid before her Christmas presents. Excited, she admired her little pretties on the sink for a few seconds…While she was rubbing her hands together greedily, the entire plane cabin shook violently from turbulence. Jeanette banged her head against a cabinet and was knocked unconscious…
… …
…
A few moments passed and Jeanette awoke to the sound of a voice. Brandon’s voice.
“Jin, are you okay?”
She groaned, but that hardly served as a response. Suddenly, Jeannette heard the door’s handle fidgeting and the door’s lock clicking. Brandon was trying to come in. Jeanette realised what was happening and sprang to her feet. Unless she wanted to have her cover blown, she’d have to act quick…
“I’m fine!” she yelled. “Don’t come in here. I’ll be right out.”
Jeanette turned around to observe what had happened. All of her pills had fallen down the sink except for one. Her cocaine was scattered over every counter in a fine mist.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!” Jeanette screamed violently. Now Brandon was really concerned and he started shimmying the keys into the door again. Jason also heard the curse words, and he was very concerned. Brandon turned the lock and pushed the door open, but Jeanette heaved the door with her shoulder and closed it again. The door slammed into Brandon’s face. Hard.
“I told you don’t come in here. I’m fine!”
Jeanette snatched the last vicodin pill and slammed it down her throat. Then she wiped up all of the cocaine with a paper towel. With the evidence concealed, she let herself out of the bathroom.
“Didn’t you know it’s not polite to walk in on a lady?” Jeanette said, coiffing her hair and playing up her Betty Crocker voice.
“Geez, Jeanette. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Brandon said, pressing a cold beer onto the bump on his forehead.
Jeanette simply shrugged and pranced back to her seat. The singalongs continued, but Jeanette took solace in the fact that she’d narrowly escaped blowing her cover. And, with one pill, she’d have just enough juice to make it through her bullshit flight without killing herself. Jeanette started to think about the rest of the trip in Fiji. She was flying to the deep jungle of some ass-backwards country, and she was fresh out of drugs. It would just be a matter of time before she blew a fuse, and she knew it. She was in some deep shit.
* * *
Just one day after they’d arrived in Fiji, Brandon locked himself in a room to deal with some unexpected crisis back at headquarters. Jeanette had already been sober for hours, and she was visibly agitated by… EVERYTHING. Jeannette wanted to get her hands on any drug she could find, but she just couldn’t catch a break. With Brandon occupied, the little runt was on her back all day and all night. By the late afternoon of the second day, Jeanette started losing her marbles. She’d broken out into a cold sweat which she couldn’t shake, and the circles around her eyes make her look like she’d gotten a really-fucking-hard punch in the face. Finding drugs became her number one priority…
“Mommy’ll be riiiight back.” she said, while she fixed Jason’s overalls. “You just sit here and keep playing with your toys until Mommy gets back,
Readers choose
Christina Brooke
Carey Heywood
Bradford Bates
Monica Dickens
Ron Carlson
Yasunari Kawabata
Jasper Fforde
Thornton Wilder
Rhys Hughes
Carly Carson