Seeking Me To Find You (Finding You Series Book 1) Read Free

to my car.
    Was I in love with him? Kind of. Maybe. We had been dating for almost a year and I could sense that he wanted to take our relationship to the next level. I just wasn’t ready and he seemed okay with that. I accompanied Evan to many social gatherings where he was eager to show me off. He always made sure I was glued to his side. He would comment that he was afraid I would be scooped up by another bachelor because of my wittiness and charm. At first I found him endearing, but after a while, when I couldn’t go to the bathroom without him holding my hand, I found it a little stifling.
    In the beginning, we had an extremely comfortable relationship where I felt I was not losing myself. I was able to do my thing and he did his without the all the jealousy and drama. He said that was one of the main things that attracted him to me. He said I was an independent woman who did not want to be up his ass 24/7. I felt as if I had one person that actually trusted me. It didn’t seem to faze Evan that I lived with five guys, had a best friend that was a guy, and could wrestle all at once five strapping young men trying to steal a cheesecake I made for a faculty luncheon. Evan appeared to be such a gentleman. He held the door for me, he sent flowers to work, he told me I was the most beautiful women in the world, and he told me that I was the center of the universe…
    Well I found out that he must have multiple universes because he was getting a well performed favor in his nether region by a girl that had lips so inflated that she looked like she had held the suction from a vacuum to them for days. She didn’t look surprised as I used my key to his apartment so that I could feed his Yorkie Poo? That should have been my first clue. A huge clue. What self respecting man has a Yorkie Poo? All the suction he must have been getting made his brain forget that he asked me to feed his dog because he was working late . Someone was working late and she had Hoover tattooed to her forehead. Let’s go back to Miss Hoover’s lack of surprise. I think it was physically impossible because she looked like she had so much Botox that there was no way that function could register. Nice! Evan tried running, pants on the ground, after me saying he loved me and that he had one moment of weakness.
    You know what? No wonder he was grateful with his space. Things added up rather quickly. He didn’t mind me spending time with my friends because it gave him the opportunity to have a little flavor on the side. By the end, when I was with him he seemed a little more possessive, like he wanted to take a piss on me every time a guy walked by. Typical M.O. of a cheating guy. How did I miss that?
    Damn it Grace, you need to put on your big girl panties and dry that leaking eye. It’s time to take back the reigns and steer this horse in a new direction. But where do I start? It would be so comfortable to move back to Virginia. Moving back would go against all that I am trying to accomplish. I know my mother and dad would welcome me back with open arms. The problem is I’ve just broken through a little of my sperm donor’s exterior. I need to stop calling him that. One day I am going to slip and we’ll be back to square one. He’s trying. I know, I know. I’m supposed to be an independent woman that doesn’t need the love and approval of any man but this is the man who helped create me.
    Sam, aka sperm donor, has a new girlfriend who is about my age. She is petite like me, however her chest is stuffed like a turkey on Thanksgiving. Holy Moly, George! I think they could walk and talk by themselves. He seems happy. Hell anyone would when you have those suckers sticking in your face 24/7. I know. I’m being catty. We have dinner every couple of weeks though he’s made it known that he’s not father material. I can respect that to a certain degree, but when your willy comes out and wants to play, you have to know what the consequences could be: