Authors: Hazel Gower
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Stephan
Stephan by Hazel Gower
Stephan
Caveman Instinct
Book One
By Hazel Gower
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To my awesome family, thanks for all your
love and support. Jess Buffett, as always, thanks for listening and
letting me vent when I need it. I love ya.
A huge shout out to Michelle, one of the
wonderful editors at JK, thanks so much for putting up with my
bitching. I really appreciate all your input.
Table of Contents
Excerpt
from the Laird's Future
Bride
This book is set in Australia. In Australia
the legal age to drink, vote, get married and so on is eighteen.
The characters speak English Australian, so if you see the word
‘Arse’ instead of ‘Ass’ it is because that’s how we say it in
Australia where the book is set. If you find a word you aren't
familiar with, look it up, or message me, I’d be happy to talk with
you.
Thanks for looking and I hope you enjoy my
book.
Hazel Gower
Stephan
I drove my Jeep into a parking spot at Reed
Creek High School. My twin brother, Derick, got out of the
passenger seat and I grabbed my bag and followed him. “What’s the
rush, bro?”
Derick didn’t slow but glanced over his
shoulder, his blond hair falling into his eyes. He was my total
opposite in looks, where I had jet-black hair his was blond, my
eyes were blue and his were brown, I had dimples and he didn’t. He
had big full lips and mine were thin. Derick looked like our mother
and I took after our father, like our older brother, Dustan. About
the only thing we shared was the same height and build. We were the
tallest teenagers at our school at six four, and the most built. We
liked working out, playing rugby league, and were swimming
champions.
“New girl, and I wanna check her out. Brad
messaged me to say she’s hot.”
Rolling my eyes, I slowed down and let my
brother go. I didn’t do schoolgirls. I’d always had a thing for
older women. I liked my sex dirty and hard, I’d known it from the
first time I slid between a chick's thighs. I liked control, it was
in my DNA. I’m not saying some of the girls at school who threw
themselves at me couldn’t take me, but I’d rather not fuck a girl
and have to see her again. I don’t date. I fuck. I’ve never taken a
woman or girl on a date and I don’t intend to.
My family had what I called a curse, we knew
who our soul mate was and we were possessive and turned caveman
when we found them. My parents had been together for thirty years
and my father still chucked a fit if any man came onto my mother.
He made sure she had protection and treated her like a priceless
fragile flower. My uncles were the same with their wives, and my
grandparents and so on. I didn’t want that shit, I was happy with
my one-night stands.
Walking to my group of friends, in our usual
spot down by the oval, I dropped my bag and sat. “So, party at my
house next weekend. The parents are still in Melbourne and won’t be
back for two weeks. Dad’s closing a deal on another apartment
building.”
“Sounds good. Do you want some cash toward a
keg?” Scott asked. He was my best friend and one of only two others
in the school who came close to my brother and me in height and
build.
“Nah, Derick and I got it, man.”
“Where is he?”
I smirked at Brad. “Where the fuck do you
think. You messaged him and told him a new chick started at school
so he went to check her out.”
Brad grinned. “I saw her walking to school.
She is hot. I don’t know much about her, besides her being stacked.
She has huge knockers.”
I laughed. “We won’t see Derick for a while
then. You know he’s a breast man.”
Everyone laughed and I laid back and listened
to my friends make bets on who would fuck the new girl first.
*****
Jade
I hated my mother right now more than ever.
Why did she have to overdose on meth? I was doing fine raising
myself until she took too much while I was staying over at my
friend Jess’s house. Sighing, as guilt assaulted me, I berated
myself. I should have stayed and looked after her like I always
did. My grandpa thought it was my fault. He didn’t want me, but I
was under eighteen and the state had given me a choice, him or a
foster home. I chose him. I only had a little under two months
until I was eighteen and I intended to keep my head down and show
my grandpa I was no trouble and would help him like I had my
mum.
My grandpa lived in the small coastal town of
Reed Creek. He owned a shitty little bar, which was a cover for his
drug dealing. My mother used to sell it too, when she wasn’t using
it for her own pleasure.
So now I lived with my arsehole of a grandpa
and was starting at a new school third term of year twelve. I was
young to be in my last year of school, most of my peers were
already eighteen, but my mother had started me as early as she
could and I worked my arse off to keep high grades so they didn’t
repeat me.
Sitting in the principal’s office, she smiled
at me. “You have great references and high grades, but here in Reed
Creek you will be the youngest in your year. If you like we can
place you in the year below with girls your own ag—”
“No,” I interrupted. “Um…I mean no thank you.
As you can see I have high grades and have no problem keeping up.
I’m sure my age won’t stop me from making friends.”
The principal studied me for a moment before
she slowly nodded. “Okay. Would you like me to introduce you to
some girls?”
I picked up my school bag. “No thanks.”
“Fine.” She passed me a piece of paper.
“Here’s your class schedule. You have business studies first, which
is over in A block, then English in C block. There is a map on the
back, but if you get lost I’m sure anyone will help you.”
Smiling, I took the piece of paper, scurried
out of the office, and started toward my first class. I could feel
everyone’s eyes on me. I hunched lower and tried to make my already
short five-two height smaller. Yanking on the skirt, I hated this
school’s uniform, it was a grey and green pleated skirt with a
green blouse. I bought two sets and an extra blouse. This school
was strict with their uniform and I was told I needed closed-toe
black shoes. So I had bought cheap Mary Jane's. The skirts were
expensive and I bought them second hand and it had used up my
entire Centerlink payment for the fortnight. My grandpa wouldn’t
give me a cent of his money, but I was happy he was letting me keep
my Centerlink payments. At least he had food in the house unlike my
mother, and grandpa ate everything I made. He never said thank you,
but I wasn’t offended.
