Stuck With You
London James
Copyright © 2019 by London James
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You drive me crazy.
Why am I always Stuck with You?
We’ve known each other since we were kids.
Rowan was my best friend, my neighbor, my everything.
Crazy how quickly things can change.
How much the boy that use to sneak into my bedroom would change.
Rowan was my first love.
We even shared our first time together.
Yet, in one day we became enemies.
Years passed and we became worse than strangers.
He became a billionaire.
And I spend my days doing secretarial work.
We’re worlds apart, our lives couldn’t be more opposite.
But fate has a way of always bringing us back together.
This time right under the same roof.
Our shared tragedy brought about something we didn’t bargain for.
A drunken night turned into a night we shared our vows.
If only that was the only shocking thing that night brought!
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
Stay With Me (Sneak Peek)
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Prologue Everly
His face is the only thing I see. When I close my eyes, when I dream, when I’m awake, and he walks right next to me—I am immersed in everything that is Rowan Michaels. We have been friends since we were five. We’ve lived down the road from each other our entire lives. From playdates to high school dances, there isn’t anything we haven’t done together. Rowan would even climb the vines up to my window and crawl into bed with me to watch tv, sometimes fall asleep, like best friends do.
But I love him. I’m madly, inevitably, head over heels, in love with Rowan. I’ve loved him since forever. There hasn’t been a time where my heart doesn’t trip over itself every time I look at his handsome face. And every time I try to work up the courage to tell him how I want him to be my first.
My first kiss.
My first time.
My first love.
We are eighteen now, high school graduates, and in one day we are leaving to go to schools on opposite sides of the country. He is going to Cal-Berkeley, and I’m going to NYU. I want us to stay friends, but I know what happens when people get separated like that. An entire lifetime of memories has to be strong enough to make it through cross-country, right?
“You aren’t wearing that,” Blaire says, flipping through a magazine that has an article of one of the bands she likes.
I turn left and right, rubbing my hands down my tank top and tight jeans. It looks good. “What’s wrong with it? I wear this all the time.”
She sighs, in her typical annoyed, emo fashion. “That’s the problem. You wear that outfit all the time. You need to wear something different if you want to grab Rowan’s attention.”
Blaire rolls off the bed and onto her feet, walks over to my closet, and judges it silently. Like she always does.
She is the only one who knows how much I love Rowan, and she is the only one who knows of my plan to seduce him tonight. Or try to. All the high school graduates are throwing a big party tonight in the woods. There is going to be a bonfire, music, probably booze from the more rebellious people, but I may have a drink tonight. I mean, why not? I’m an adult now, about to go to college. I deserve to celebrate.
And a part of that celebration has to do with Rowan. Tonight, I’m going to kiss Rowan, maybe more, and it will be the best night of my life.
“Rowan won’t look at you twice wearing that. He will see the girl next door, his best friend. You don’t want him to see that, do you?” Blaire continues, sliding each hanger across the pole in my closet.
“Well, no. You know I don’t.” I battle with my hair in the mirror. Up or down? Up? I push my long, honey brown locks off my shoulder and in a messy bun. Or down? And let the thick strands go, letting it fall over my shoulders.
“Wear your hair up. It’ll look great with this dress.” Blaire pulls a dark purple mini−dress out of the closest. That still has the tags on it because I never wear dresses. Ever.
“Jeez, Blaire. I can’t wear that. He will think I’m easy or something.”
“Oh my god,” she rolls her eyes. “Isn’t that the goal? Aren’t you trying to be easy for him? And it’s hardly easy when you’ve known each other since almost birth. Now it’s just natural. Like a step in the evolutionary process, for the world to get better.” Blaire rips the tags off the dress and tosses the skimpy material at me. “Try it on.”
I know she’s right. Rowan won’t look at me twice if I’m wearing the same old get-up that I usually do. Blaire, while she sounds rude, is just honest. She doesn’t beat around the bush, and that’s what I love most about her. And if I want to lose my virginity to the man I love, it isn’t going to be in jeans that he has seen five-hundred times.
“Do you think I’m stupid for doing this?” I ask, tossing the tank top on the bed and shimmying out of my jeans. When I slip into the dress, it’s already suctioning to my calves as I try and pull it up my body. I don’t remember it being this tight when I bought it.
She licks her finger and turns a page in the magazine. “Nope. I think this is a long time
