Foolish Pride

Crawling back home with my tail between my legs was not the way I saw my life going.

I had it all.

A fantastic job. A fiancée who adored me, and a life any man would dream of.

That’s about the time it all fell apart.

But Montana has a way of healing all wounds, from the beautiful sunrises to the fresh mountain air.

Sure, my father still hated me for leaving. My mother still defended him at every turn.

And the gossip…

It was enough to drive me insane.

And then I sat next to her at The Beaver and Boot.

Gorgeous, curvy, full of life, and so easy to talk to.

She was perfect.

Until I realized she was the same girl I tormented as a kid.

Yep, I was that boy who didn’t know how to tell a girl he liked her, so he picked on her. And boy, did she let me know how much she hated me.

Every Tuesday and Thursday night.

But the one thing she couldn’t ignore was the undeniable chemistry when my body was pressed against hers.

It was only supposed to be a friends with benefits situation, but she wormed her way into my head, and made it impossible to ignore my own Foolish Pride.

Story contains SA that may trigger some readers.