Page 39 of His Curvy Woman

“That’s what I said, and that’s when he mentioned your junior year of high school. I asked your dad about it, and he told me I had to ask you.”

I take another sip of my coffee, my mind still spinning that James has been interested in me. Not that there could ever be anything between James and I. I don’t feel for him the way I do about Hunter.

“Whitley, please tell me what no one else will. I’m going crazy over here thinking up what might have happened to you.”

I try and think of the best way to tell him about something that happened years ago. “Why don’t we go sit outside for this conversation?” I stand and tell Arya to ‘come,’ then walk out with my coffee mug in my hands. Once we’re standing outside, I begin.

“So, in my junior year, I had chemistry with this guy, Jeremy, that flirted with me all the time.” I shake my head at the memories. How could I have been so stupid not to see that he was playing me?

Hunter stiffens beside me, and I know once the conversation is over, he won’t be too happy.

“In the middle of the year, he asked me out for ice cream, and I agreed to go.”

“How come I don’t know about this?” He growls.

I give him a pointed look and roll my eyes. “Anyway, while we were out, he asked me to give him a blow job.”

“He what?!” Hunter shouts.

“If you don’t stop interrupting me, I’m not going to finish telling you the story.” He makes a point to close his mouth and stare at me until I start talking again. “When I told him no, he got pissed and told me I should feel lucky he took pity on a fat girl like me.”

“Please tell me Ramsey kicked this piece of shit’s ass.”

I shake my head, no. “Ramsey was away at school. Not to mention if he did, he would have been arrested since the guy was a minor and Rams wasn’t. I honestly didn’t even think he knew about it until you just told me James knew. My parents knew about it, but other than that we didn’t talk about it after that weekend.”

Hunter wraps his free arm around me and pulls me to his side, dropping a kiss on my head. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here.”

“It’s not like there was anything you could have done. Most likely you would have been away with Ramsey at school.”

“I don’t care. If I were here there wouldn’t have been a date, to begin with, I would have made sure of that.”

I roll my eyes and finish my story. “Anyway, I went through a rough patch for the rest of the year and into my senior year. Some of the popular girls would talk about me behind my back, and it just got to be too much. Towards the end of my senior year though I didn’t care anymore.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that baby.”

I shrug my shoulders. “I should have never gone out with him in the first place. He was a tool, and I knew it. I guess it was nice that someone was paying attention to me.”

“So why didn’t you date after that? I’ve never seen any pictures of you with anyone special. Not even a date for the prom.” Hunter asks.

I smile, sheepishly, and shrug. “None of them were you. Years had gone by, and you had left a lasting impression. Shoes no man could fill except you. After that date, it didn’t make sense to date anyone else when I knew before he even picked me up for the date that I wasn’t going to have a good time because he wasn’t the person I really wanted to be out with.”

We settle into a quiet moment. Eventually, we go back into the house and to the kitchen where I start pulling out eggs, cheese, and the ingredients to make omelets.

I hand the eggs to Hunter. “Start cracking these into a bowl, we need six eggs.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Turning on one of the burners, I place a skillet on it and start laying bacon down into the pan. Once I’ve put the rest of the bacon away and have washed my hands, I watch Hunter while he tries fishing out an eggshell from the bowl. He finally gets it and starts whisking the eggs up while I put the remaining eggs back into the refrigerator.

I lean against the counter, trying to figure out how to say what’s been on my mind since the girl’s mentioned it earlier. “Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

He looks up at me and smiles. “You should know by now that you can ask me anything.”

“How are you able to afford all of this?” I ask, sweeping my hand around the house.

He’s quiet for a while, and I worry I’ve gone too far, asking something that isn’t my business to know. I’m about to tell him to forget it when he starts.

“Remember how I said I read a lot those first several months I was gone?” I nod. “One of the books I read was on coding. I became very interested and wanted to know more, so I requested more books on coding. The Marshall that was checking up on us was closer to my age than my parents and was knowledgeable about it. We would spend hours talking about it and the applications it had in our growing world.

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