Sweet Love (The Sweet Love Saga #1) Read Free Page A

love.”
    Jesus fuck!
    This is life and death!
    If I say no, I’ll have to drop out.
    If I say yes, I would be distracted form my school work.
    And THEN drop out from failing.
    No matter what, I will still fail.
    God I need to thing about this.
    “I don’t know. Let me think about this for a while.” I said.
    “I will start writing it, and if you say no, then I will self-publish it.” He said and sat down at his computer.
    God, I need to rest on this…
     

Chapter 6
 
    I woke up the next morning, EARLY, and got ready for class. I couldn’t take my mind off of the experience that happened last night. Like I said before, I think I might have to drop the class…
    And drop out…
    And live on the street…
    Enough…
    I dried off, and got on some cloths.
    I headed over to my computer, and turned it on. I decided to light a scented candle, and put on some classical music.
    Then I began to write.
    ***
    “Miss Tiffany, I’m glad you have gone beyond, but there is one thing that I think you need to add.” My teacher said after he read the paper.
    “And that is?”
    “A back story. If you don’t have it by next class, if will be failing you. This is a very important assignment because you will be publishing this piece and declaring your author wings.”
    Oh wow…
    A back story will fail me?
    Cunt…
    “Yes sir.” Is said and took my paper. I walked out of the classroom, and took a look at the story Walter gave me. I couldn’t use this! I mean, the writing style was great, but there was one problem. He had something in the header of the document.
     
    Copyright © 2016 by Walter Keithern
     
    Oh god…
    How am I able to get this one?
    I walked back to my dorm, and sat my stuff down on my desk.
    “How was your class?” he asked. He was laying on his bed, on his phone.
    “If I don’t have backstory, he’s failing me.” I replied.
    “You do know, you can use mine, but you have to agree to my agreement.”
    Shit…
    I Can, but I don’t WANT to…
    Do I really want to risk my say yes, fail the class, and drop out?
    Well, I will be failing the class even if I say no…
    Might as well do it with something I might enjoy…
    “Honestly, I believe that I will fail the class.”
    “Well, if you hand the paper into your professor tomorrow and you pass, I will teach you how to love someone. OK?”
    Well, it’s worth a shot…
    “I might as well let you help me.” I said. God, this is going to be a mistake.
    He got up from his bed, and went to his computer. He printed out a copy of the manuscript, and said, “Here, you may use it.” But first, let me show you how a real man treats you.”
    Here it comes…
    Somwtimg told me I was ready for this. Something told me I wanted this…but my educational size told me to bitch slap him and run…
    I could feel his hands go under my shirt, and snap off my bra. He let it drop to the ground, while his lips went closer to mine.
    “Are you sure?” he whispered, his warm breath floating on my lips.
    Fuck it.
    “Make sweet love to me.” I said. I don’t care if this is abuse, I want him to love me.
    My inner sex demon is coming out here…
    He took off my shirt, letting my breasts be in the open air. My breasts just dangled there while he took off his shirt. Revealing his muscular chest, his six pack, and the body that will be making sweet love to me.
    He laid his hands on my breasts, and started to kiss me. His kiss felt like it would suck my soul, but it also felt like my soul would kill me.
    It’s bipolar.
    His kiss sucked me into a felling in which I couldn’t get out of. It was like I was high. I have never smoked before, but I knew the feeling,
    He soon took his hands off of my breasts, and put them on my butt and lifting me up off the ground. I sat there like I was sitting on a chair on his hands, and he placed me on the bed. He took off his belt, and pulled down his pants.
    And surprisingly, he did the same to me.
    I scooted back on the bed, while he scooted