Holding On To Love Read Online Free Page A
Author: A.E. Neal
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"Yes. As a matter of fact," She said leaning further onto the counter, tapping the guy's name tag with her finger. "Ah, Doug— We need two pairs of your cleanest bowling shoes."
This caused the guy to snort. "Ah-sure. What sizes?" he asked keeping his gaze trained on Kennedy's chest.
"An eight for me and a nine for her," she replied, waving her hand at me.
"Sure thing. Be right back with those," he said before retreating to the wall of hideous shoes behind him.
Did he really just wink again? Boys. Geez.
"While you girls are flirting here—" Bryan scoffed behind us, smacking Kennedy on the ass. "I'm going to get us some adult beverages." He continued and stalked off toward the bar.
"I think Bryan's right. Dougie over there, has a major crush on you," I giggled, cocking my head toward the guy in question.
She turned toward me, tilting her head, "You think he's single or not. I'm going with very much single and he's definitely fuckable."
"Oh my God, do you ever stop?" I asked. Seriously wondering if all she ever thought about was sex and/or the opposite sex 24-7.
"Hurry up and answer, single or not?"
"Not," I whispered.
Care to wager on it? Loser buys the next round?"
"Alright, deal," she agreed offering her pinky.
I crossed my pinky with hers, "Deal."
Doug returned, dropping the shoes onto the counter. "Size eight and those are the nine's. Anything else I can do you for, ladies?" he asked as his gaze drifted down Kennedy's chest once again.
"Tell me something—" she said tapping her finger to her pursed lips. "My friend and I made a bet and if I win, she's buying the next round of drinks."
"Uh-huh. What if she wins?" He asked, winking at me.
"Doesn't matter, 'cause I've got this in the bag." She said in a sing-song voice.
"Sounds fair. So, what's the bet?" He asked.
"We were just curious if you'd be interested in joining us later for drinks?" She asked sweetly.
Doug's cheeks went red and he laughed. "Oh man, you just made my day. I'm really flattered— especially because you're the two most beautiful girls in this place—But I'm sorry, I'm actually married," he said holding his hand up and pointing at the band on his ring finger.
I couldn't help but laugh and poor, defeated Kennedy looked like she'd lost her entire life savings at a blackjack table.
"Well, shit! I guess we both lost that round, considering you're married, that voids the entire bet," she snapped, picked up her shoes and turned on her heels, leaving me behind.
"Sorry we bothered you. Thanks Doug," I added, waving over my shoulder as I struggled to catch up with Kennedy.
"No problem. You ladies enjoy yourselves tonight." Doug called after us.
Kennedy was already half-way across the alley before I shouted, "Hey, Hooker! Wait up!"
I noticed a sizeable frown had replaced her flirtatious grin, "I would have fucked him forty shades from Sunday. He doesn't know what he's missing," she smirked.
"I'll bet he'll have some pretty sweet dreams, thanks to you," I scoffed.
"Not funny, Al." She said in a clipped tone.
"I thought it was. He was gawking at you that entire time. How did you not see his ring? I saw it the moment we walked up, but it was totally worth letting you go through with it, just to see the look on your face." I laughed.
"You're a bitch. I can't believe you let me embarrass myself like that."
"Oh-no. You did that all on your own, sweetie. And it was freaking hilarious."
"Shut up," she snapped.
"I love you, friend." I said.
"Yeah, we'll see how much you love me after I kick your ass bowling tonight," she laughed.
We made our way back to our bowling partners and I saw four glasses perched on the tabletop filled with golden liquid. Each glass had an accompanying shot glass that was filled to the brim with dark amber liquor.
Oh, dear. This is gonna be a long night.
"We got our shoes. Now we're ready to get this bitch going," Kennedy shouted, strolling up to the high-top table and wrapping her fingers around the
"Yes. As a matter of fact," She said leaning further onto the counter, tapping the guy's name tag with her finger. "Ah, Doug— We need two pairs of your cleanest bowling shoes."
This caused the guy to snort. "Ah-sure. What sizes?" he asked keeping his gaze trained on Kennedy's chest.
"An eight for me and a nine for her," she replied, waving her hand at me.
"Sure thing. Be right back with those," he said before retreating to the wall of hideous shoes behind him.
Did he really just wink again? Boys. Geez.
"While you girls are flirting here—" Bryan scoffed behind us, smacking Kennedy on the ass. "I'm going to get us some adult beverages." He continued and stalked off toward the bar.
"I think Bryan's right. Dougie over there, has a major crush on you," I giggled, cocking my head toward the guy in question.
She turned toward me, tilting her head, "You think he's single or not. I'm going with very much single and he's definitely fuckable."
"Oh my God, do you ever stop?" I asked. Seriously wondering if all she ever thought about was sex and/or the opposite sex 24-7.
"Hurry up and answer, single or not?"
"Not," I whispered.
Care to wager on it? Loser buys the next round?"
"Alright, deal," she agreed offering her pinky.
I crossed my pinky with hers, "Deal."
Doug returned, dropping the shoes onto the counter. "Size eight and those are the nine's. Anything else I can do you for, ladies?" he asked as his gaze drifted down Kennedy's chest once again.
"Tell me something—" she said tapping her finger to her pursed lips. "My friend and I made a bet and if I win, she's buying the next round of drinks."
"Uh-huh. What if she wins?" He asked, winking at me.
"Doesn't matter, 'cause I've got this in the bag." She said in a sing-song voice.
"Sounds fair. So, what's the bet?" He asked.
"We were just curious if you'd be interested in joining us later for drinks?" She asked sweetly.
Doug's cheeks went red and he laughed. "Oh man, you just made my day. I'm really flattered— especially because you're the two most beautiful girls in this place—But I'm sorry, I'm actually married," he said holding his hand up and pointing at the band on his ring finger.
I couldn't help but laugh and poor, defeated Kennedy looked like she'd lost her entire life savings at a blackjack table.
"Well, shit! I guess we both lost that round, considering you're married, that voids the entire bet," she snapped, picked up her shoes and turned on her heels, leaving me behind.
"Sorry we bothered you. Thanks Doug," I added, waving over my shoulder as I struggled to catch up with Kennedy.
"No problem. You ladies enjoy yourselves tonight." Doug called after us.
Kennedy was already half-way across the alley before I shouted, "Hey, Hooker! Wait up!"
I noticed a sizeable frown had replaced her flirtatious grin, "I would have fucked him forty shades from Sunday. He doesn't know what he's missing," she smirked.
"I'll bet he'll have some pretty sweet dreams, thanks to you," I scoffed.
"Not funny, Al." She said in a clipped tone.
"I thought it was. He was gawking at you that entire time. How did you not see his ring? I saw it the moment we walked up, but it was totally worth letting you go through with it, just to see the look on your face." I laughed.
"You're a bitch. I can't believe you let me embarrass myself like that."
"Oh-no. You did that all on your own, sweetie. And it was freaking hilarious."
"Shut up," she snapped.
"I love you, friend." I said.
"Yeah, we'll see how much you love me after I kick your ass bowling tonight," she laughed.
We made our way back to our bowling partners and I saw four glasses perched on the tabletop filled with golden liquid. Each glass had an accompanying shot glass that was filled to the brim with dark amber liquor.
Oh, dear. This is gonna be a long night.
"We got our shoes. Now we're ready to get this bitch going," Kennedy shouted, strolling up to the high-top table and wrapping her fingers around the
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