Authors: Kimber S. Dawn
Mind F*ck (27 page)
Lexy Mayer,
My name is Cecile Green, I was a celly of a very good friend of yours from Bill Clements. Mr. Rhett Bennett was a very dear friend of mine. And I don’t play well with those who hurt my dear friends and the ones they love. And for that reason, I hope that one day you’ll forgive me for what had to happen.
But first, I’ll ask you to forgive yourself.
Watch the video, Ms. Mayer. I’ve edited it. I think it’s appropriate Rhett’s last words be heard by you. As they were for you.
Seasons change, miss Lexy. Lives change. And it isn’t anything to be afraid of…I’ve lived, so many different lives. Each one different, each special, and each not being lived any longer for good reasons.
Take your lessons from the seasons of your life, and move forward. But first, you must feel the chill of winter…
Good luck, miss Lexy. I hope all stays well with your soul…
C.
Later that night, after Mary and I had our date with wine, smut novel chat, and hot tubs, and the rest of the house was still and asleep, I slid the DVD into my laptop and plugged in my earbuds. Then, after I snuggled up on the bed…I watched the video of Rhett Bennett professing his love to me, in his dying words, with his dying breath.
And although I should’ve been pissed, I know I should’ve felt rage as I watched it. But I didn’t…I just felt peace.
Total peace. As his dark brown eyes seemed to look back and forth between mine, even through the camera lens, and he rambled on about wasting time trying to figure me out, I just felt an overwhelming heaviness in my heart, and then he closed his eyes and the video shut off.
And all I felt was peace.
I just feel peace…
I’d like to thank my PA Alicia Reitz Huckleby, first and foremost! Thank you so much for continuing to cheer me on even when I wasn’t cheerful! Thank you for reading my snippets at odd hours when I’m stuck, and last, but not least, thank you for pimping your ass off, girl!!! You mean the world to me, Alicia. I’m so honored to call you friend.
To my girl, Kat! Katrina Arthurs, I love you to the moon and back! Your creativity and ideas for my covers never seem to amaze me. YOU ROCK, BABE! And I will hug your neck one day soon!
Silla Webb, thank you for always being on point! I love you for keeping it real! You’re the best, girl! And I can’t thank you enough for continuing to put up with me! :*
To my Kylie, thank you so much for still believing in me. You’re such a great friend, and I don’t tell you enough how much you mean to me. I freaking love you, Kylie bug! What you do, doesn’t go unnoticed. Know that
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To the readers—I so hope you enjoy the ramblings of my mind, I hope they’re entertaining enough to show my gratitude for your continued support. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. If it weren’t for the readers, I’d be writing for no one at all. Thank you for letting me live my dream as an Indie author.
And to the man I dedicated this book to—David Burditt. *smiles* This just keeps getting more fun, doesn’t baby? lol Thank you for putting up with my crankiness, and for listening to me blabber on and read random paragraphs at even more random hours of the night. I’m still not sure how you did it. But thank you. Somehow, you fixed all the lost and broken things, that I couldn’t seem to figure out before you came along. In my eyes, you moved mountains, by simply being you. And you’re still here. Thank you for showing me how to be happy. I love being in love with you, baby :*
And last but not least, to my kiddo’s: Lauryn, Megan, and Brian—you three are my heart and soul. Everything I do in this life, I do for you. Thank you for being you. Each of you, are so special to me for such different reasons. You each make me the proudest momma ever, in your own little ways. I love you, all three, so so much! <3
I was born and raised in Louisiana… and No, I do NOT live in a bayou, I actually see the beaches on the gulf coast more than I see a bayou, lol. I started writing poems and short stories very early in my life. You know, for the Michael’s and Leo’s and Nick’s in my life. I've been a book hoarder since I was eleven years old, but then a couple years ago something wonderful happened! The 50 Shades of Grey craze brought to life my inner smut whore and I commenced to read anything and everything smut affiliated. When reading wasn't enough anymore and I noticed that so many of the authors of my favorite indie authors and their books weren't getting the exposure their work deserved, I turned it into a mission, starting my own blog, buying their books and reading them one by one. I then wrote my reviews for my blog and didn't hold back in writing them (Hell yeah those motherfuckers are profanity laden). I've never done a single thing in my life halfway. I always go all in. After the success of my Blog, and the insistence of one of my bestest friends, my sister from another mister, Trina Taylor of Bad & Dirty Books, I was ready to finally take the plunge and see if I could write a book that was worth a damn. I'm a Southern girl to my core, a self-proclaimed smut whore, and I keep hearing that I’m an author, but honestly… I don’t believe the rumors, lol. I don’t feel like a kickass bitch spittin’ out lyrics, or stories, like a motherfuckin’ rockstar.
Tattooed across my ribs are the words I have always lived by: 'Aut viam inveniam aut faciam tibi.' Latin for: If I cannot find a way, I will make my own.
I’ve always watched. I like to watch. Watching gets me off. I love the feeling of not being seen. When you watch someone and they don’t know it, you inevitably learn everything about them. I only watch women; the ones that most people don’t notice on a day to day basis. Women, like that, never suspect they are being watched. Yes, the everyday woman who is single or dating, but not in a monogamous relationship, but will fuck on occasion. And you guessed it; I will watch her fuck a guy while jerking off in my own hand in order to find the sweet release I crave.
There are the beautiful moments when I get to watch a woman break out her toys and watch her make herself come. Fuckin’ beautiful moments like this keep me going. Watching the pure bliss on a woman’s face when she can get herself off is something I will never be able to quit. I love watching her squirm; her quivering legs, hardening nipples, her toes curling. God, I love women’s feet.
Abby is gorgeous and doesn’t know it. I’m positive that our life together will be nothing but pure bliss for us both. This thought excites me and I need to jerk off at the very thought of her. One day soon, she will see how much I love her, want her, need her, and then, we will build our life together.
I’ve never hurt anyone before. Then, I saw Abby and all the rules changed. I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the force that is Abby Osborne.
I’ve been watching her for quite some time now, about eight months. I saw her in a coffee shop and it was like I was struck by fucking lightning. I followed her afterwards and saw she worked at a shelter and set to motion my plan to insert myself into her life.
The thing about plans is that they don’t always go accordingly.
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