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Authors: Kendra King
Bandit Bound: A Bad Boy Romance Novel
Bandit Bound
A Bad Boy Romance Novel
Published by SINdulgence Books Publishing
© 2016 Kendra King
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. This book is for sale to adult audiences only. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.
1
Savannah Solitaire picked up her cell phone with a sense of dread. Having to make this call was something she'd done before, but it didn't seem to get any easier each time. In fact, each time she had to call or meet someone to dump them seemed to become more and more brutal.
She dialed Casey's (her latest boyfriend) number and waited for him to pick up. They had not been going out long, a little less than two weeks. They already had some bad experiences, however, and Savannah quickly recognized them as red flags.
At this rate, I'm just wasting my time and yours
, she thought to herself. If only she could be so articulate when it was actually time to have the real conversation.
The phone rang for less than one second before he answered.
"Hey babe, what's up?" Casey answered confidently.
Savannah's soul cringed at what was to happen. She thought about how to bring it up smoothly. How to not hurt his feelings.
"I don't think this is working out," Savannah interrupted.
Shit
, she thought.
That isn't what I had planned at all
. This was her problem.
"What?" he asked, surprised. "What isn't working out? What do you mean? Is there something wrong? Are you angry? What's going on?"
Savannah rolled her eyes, which Carey, fortunately, could not see through the phone, and waited for him to stop freaking out.
"Hello? Did you hang up? Are you there?" he continued to ask neurotically.
A wave of heat hit Savannah through the window, the summer sunlight having a magnifying effect and practically roasting her alive, like a five-year-old does to an ant in the playground.
"Can I talk?" she cut in, wiping some sweat from her forehead.
"Yeah, fine, whatever," he responded defensively.
This is already going miserably so I may as well cut to the chase
, Savannah thought as she prepared to deliver the same old line, the same old speech.
"Listen, you're really nice, but I just don't think me and you really have that kind of connection I'm looking for. I hope you understand."
"That kind of connection? Like what?" he asked.
Savannah sighed loudly.
"It's just not for me," she said impatiently. A bird started loudly cawing in the distance, irritating her further. She looked at it scornfully, but as it was a bird it did not understand the facial expression.
"Is this about the thing last weekend? The handcuffs thing?" Carey asked. Savannah's anger flared up at the mention of it, which she anticipated easily. She let out a loud sigh.
"No, it's not about that," she answered. She was being honest, as well. While not being interesting to her in bed was definitely going to be a huge problem for any relationship, there was more to it than his willingness to experiment in the bedroom. The bird continued to caw.
"Bullshit," he shot back venomously. "You're just pissed I don't want to do weird shit with you when we're having sex!"
There was a long pause. The hum of an oscillating fan on the other side of the room felt louder than ever.
"Carey, you know what? You're not actually really nice. You're an asshole. A stupid asshole who sucks in bed. Goodbye."
"Yeah, well, at least I don't listen to stupid Hawaiian music and I don't act like--"
He was able to get all of that out while Savannah searched for the hangup button on her cellphone. She hung up and then threw the phone at her bed, exhaling loudly in frustration.
The bird cawed again.
"Can you shut the hell up?" she yelled outside her window at the feathered nuisance. The bird flew away towards the sun.
"Sorry?" a voice asked. Savannah looked around and saw a young boy, maybe ten or eleven years old standing there with a confused look. He was walking home from school when he was suddenly being yelled at for noises he didn't make.
"Oh God," she said to him from her window. "I'm sorry, I was just talking to... the bird..." she said, tasting the foot in her mouth more and more with each word in her explanation. The little boy started laughing.
"It's just a bird," he said teasingly. "It doesn't understand what you're saying. It doesn't speak English, miss."
"I know!" she shot back. She started laughing at the whole situation and walked away from the window, knowing she was in a losing battle versus the little boy walking home from school.
Ouch
, she thought.
This is not my day.
Savannah groaned, realizing she had to get ready for work ASAP. She had taken on someone else's shift at the bank and the stress of her whole fresh breakup had caused her to forget about that promise she made. The stress started to well up inside of her and she instinctively wanted to flee.
"A vacation," she said out loud in her otherwise empty room. She said it as if it were a question she was asking someone, perhaps the cosmos. A longing to escape was in her veins at this moment.
Unfortunately, there was no choice but to continue to be shackled to her job and the eternal carousel of mediocre men she would have to sift through before finally finding someone she was meant for. It almost made her want to cry, but she would save those tears for even worse times, chiding herself internally for being too emotional.
Shit, no time for showering,
she thought. Quickly putting on deodorant and perfume, she then stitched together a pseudo-professional outfit in a tremendous hurry and made her way out the door.
Today it felt like she was driving to serve a prison sentence.
"I need a break," she said to herself as she locked her door and headed to her car. The lock seemed to jiggle strangely; it seemed loose. Savannah didn't notice and got into her car.
The heat was nearly unbearable and she started to sweat harder than in her house. She turned on what little air conditioning her modest car had, but it wasn't nearly enough.
"It's going to be one of those days, I just know it," she said to herself again. Talking to herself wasn't always in her routine but she tended to do it whenever she felt stressed or overwhelmed.
As the bank she worked at entered her line of vision, she had this gnawing feeling at the pit of her stomach. For a split second, she didn't know what she would prefer: the feeling of dread or being overworked.
2
"Hey Savannah," Chad said with a smile as Savannah entered the bank she worked at.
Chad was in charge of security at the bank.
He seems to be in one of his good moods today,
Savannah thought.
Hope it stays that way.
"Hi Chad," Savannah said back in her best attempt to sound like she didn't feel like she was drowning in stress and sorrow.
"Didn't think you had work today," he said.
"Yeah, I'm in for Tracy today. She said she had meningitis or something?" Savannah realized she was wrong immediately because if she had meningitis everyone at work would all care a lot more about her well-being. It was some sort of -itis that made her unable to get to work, though.
"Meningitis?" Chad said back with a shocked look.
"No, not meningitis, sorry," Savannah answered laughing at her own mistake. "It was something itis, I can't remember. She's not dying."
Chad didn't seem to understand or appreciate the joke.
"Yeah, okay. Anyways, don't go into the small bathroom today. There's some guys in there working on the ventilation and some other guys working on the plumbing. They both got passed through security and they have the place to themselves for the afternoon and I can't have anyone going in there 'cause it'll jeopardize the whole shit, you know?" Chad said in a lecturing tone.
Ugh, I hate the way he talks,
Savannah thought.
"Sure," she said languidly.
"Yeah, okay, cool, alright," Chad said slowly drifting off into his own thoughts.
Savannah resisted the urge to sigh or shrug and simply walked past him to get into her office.
A cold chill passed through the building, tickling Savannah's skin with a bitter bite. Once again the air conditioning had been set too cold and once again Savannah had forgotten to dress warmly enough for the building.
Why is it always so damn cold in here?
She lamented internally.
The air was sort of thick and the slightest sense of suffocation was in Savannah's lungs.
Must be the ventilation work,
she thought. She sat in the comfortable leather chair and scanned the room. The walls were beige and lined with unimpressive paintings with plastic frames likely bought from department stores.
Savannah let out a sigh and put her hands on her thighs, waiting for the first customer of the day. Her job was to set up new checking, banking and credit accounts with new customers. Most of it was spent trying to upsell the more luxurious accounts, an order handed down from the big bosses to maximize profits. She winced at the day that was coming ahead, which was a new experience for her; normally she didn't mind her job much at all.