More Than Enough (Enough #2) (27 page)

We get to the lake and get the boat ready fast. As we’re sitting out there in the water, I decide to broach the subject to my Dad about how different I sometimes feel. “Dad, do you know why I’m like this? Why I can run so much faster than everybody else? Why my reflexes are so much better than theirs? I just feel so different than them sometimes. Like I should be doing something else, but I just have no idea what?”

My Dad looks overwhelmed and flustered for a second with all my questions, but he quickly composes himself and tells me, “Look, Royal, I really can’t tell you or explain why you are the way you are. You’re just going to have to trust me that I know what’s best. But I can tell you that even though it might not feel natural; you are doing exactly what you should be doing
right now. Just enjoy high school and football. Leave the rest to me. Sometimes I feel out of place and disconnected too; I think everybody goes through that. You just might be earlier than a lot of your classmates cause you’re a little more mature with losing you mom so early on.”

I look at my Dad and know that that is all I’m going to get out of him on this topic. But I decide to let it go and trust him. He has always only looked out and wanted the best for me. I have to trust him to have my best interests at heart. He’s my Dad.

Chapter 2

We get home late that night, and I glance over and don’t see a moving van anymore. I wonder if someone’s already moved in or just sent their stuff. I’m just about to go inside when I catch somebody walking out the door. I slow my walk to a very casual saunter as I watch with curiosity a girl start to jog down the driveway with head phones in her ears. She’s breathtaking even in the moon light. She looks five six or so with the longest toned legs I’ve ever seen. Her hair spills down her back in a ponytail and almost reaches her ass. It’s glowing and almost white against the darkness. I can’t make out all of her face, but her lips are puffy and defined. And her eyes are big and shining, but I can’t make out their color.

I realize as she disappears down her driveway at a run now that my jaw was hanging open the entire time, and I hope that she didn’t notice me as she went by. I’m normally known as a very calm collected kind of guy, but the moment I saw her all that went out the window. I talk myself out of standing there and just waiting until she jogs back. I enter the house and my Dad looks at me from the kitchen. “What took you so long, son? I’ve been heating up dinner and fixing us drinks. You just made it inside.” My brain still feels like its barely functioning, and I try to explain, “I just saw one of our new neighbors, I think. She was just beautiful.”

My Dad just gives me an amused look and says, “Oh, so were you laying on the Jackson charm thick, son? I bet she doesn’t stand a chance, does she?” He ends the statement with a laugh. I force out, “She didn’t even notice me, Dad. She was going for a run I think, and I just watched her as she went by.”

My Dad just looked at me with a certain something in his eye then said, “She didn’t even notice you, son. Wow, that must’ve come as a shock. Normally, girls in this town notice you from two miles away. It’s always the ones that take the work that are worth it. I can tell this one might be different, judging by your reaction.” Just then the microwave beeped, and I avoided answering him on that.

I felt shaken up and a little bit off my game that I was that stunned by a girl. Normally girls were just so easy to handle that I didn’t even put all my effort in it. I wanted to see her again and soon. I wondered how long could she run for? She looked in really good shape so I guess she could be gone for at least an hour maybe longer.

I decided to get a shower and then see if I could spot her coming back. I watched for her to return from my room upstairs but she never did. I started to wonder then if I hadn’t imagined how crazy hot she was. Maybe all this was exaggerated by the darkness and a long day on the lake. That’s what I started to hope because my life was simple and easy the way it was. I didn’t need any complications in it. She couldn’t have been as beautiful as I thought she was. There’s no way.

              I pull into school the next day and see all the same people that are always there. Everyone is circled around Jay’s car in the spot next to mine. I pull into my spot and see girls start to head over as I climb out. I’m just greeting them and walking toward Jay and my other friends when everybody turns to the entrance of the school. A Porsche Spyder is pulling into our parking lot with blond hair whipping all around inside the car.

             
I just know that this is my neighbor from last night, and I feel my chest tighten up so much that I can barely take a breath. I hear Jay say, “Holy shit, who the hell is that?” And the whole student lot starts exploding in whispers as the driver of the Porsche pulls into a space a row down from where I’m standing.

             
As we all don’t even pretend not to watch, she turns off the car and steps out. Her appearance seems to send as many shock waves as the car did. Her almost white blond hair is hanging shiny and straight down her back. She is in the shortest white shorts with an extremely fitted strapless purple top, and she completed this outfit with four inch wedges that make her legs looks even longer. She is very tiny and fit, but she still has breasts that are very visible and extreme for her tiny figure.

             
I hear Jay giving thanks to God beside me for unasked for blessings, and I decide to elbow him in the stomach. He groans but grins at me and goes back to his prayer. My neighbor seems unbothered by all the attention she is getting and even smiles at the people whose eyes she meets as she walks into the school. As she opens the door and steps inside the whispers turn to louder discussions and shouts. My own group has started talking loudly with Jay the loudest of all, “Who the hell is she?” He asks everyone standing in our circle, but no one seems to know a thing.

             
I choose not to reveal that she is my neighbor because every guy in the school would be trying to get invited to my house tonight if they knew she was going to be in close proximity. I’d like to keep that advantage to myself for as long as possible. She was just as beautiful as I thought she was last night, and I just have to know more about her.

             
Jay starts to look at me suspiciously as all the guys go on and on about her breasts and legs. “Man, I don’t understand that look in your eye. Why are you being so quiet about this, Royal? You know more than you’re letting on?” I try to shake my head and not give anything away, but he knows me too well. He must have caught something that made him more suspicious. He presses on but lowers his voice, “You do know something more, don’t you? Have you already been hooking up with a girl like that, and you just aren’t telling me about. I swear, if you keep something like that from me, then I won’t protect your weak ass in the next football game. You better tell me everything you know.” He looks me in the eyes then to let me know that he isn’t playing around with this. I nod and say, “Later, okay.” He nods in agreement and lets it go after that.

             
We all head inside as she is walking around the corner with Ryan’s girlfriend, Bree. They are talking and laughing like they’re old friends. And all us guys look to Ryan to plead that he help us make something happen since his girlfriend seems to have already gotten in good with the new girl. He just shakes his head at all of like we’re pathetic and walks right up to Bree and the beautiful blond.

             
He starts walking and chatting with them both, and I just hate sitting on the outsides while they both get to know her better. But I hesitate to go up right now because I know Bree thinks I’m a man whore that doesn’t treat girls like human beings. I don’t want Bree to give the blond all this negative information on me when I can’t do anything about it. First impressions are important or so I’ve heard. Never really had to worry about shit like this in the past, but now it seems to matter.

             
They start leading her down the hall to her locker, and after she puts the majority of her books away, they start leading her to what I assume will be her first class. I start praying that it’s World History. Please, let us have the first class of the day together. They stop outside the door to that class, and I almost want to jump up in the air in celebration.

             
I’m determined to talk to her this class. Bree isn’t in it to run interference, and I just know that I have to talk and get to know this girl. But just thinking about it starts making me break out in a cold sweat, and I panic. What the hell is this about, do guys normally feel this way when they have to talk to girls? I hate this feeling. All the sudden, I just want to bring back my normal feeling of boredom and indifference that are always with me at school and with girls. But those feelings won’t return on command, and I decide I’m just going to have to deal with the sweaty palms and feelings of anxiety that are starting to overwhelm me.

Don’t miss the first book in the Enough series,
Never Get Enough
. This book is Brayden and Carter’s story and is available on the amazon kindle store.

Prologue

             
It feels like I’ve always loved her. Since the day I met her, I just always knew I would love her forever. I had to watch her grow up and wait until she was ready to love me. She was always mine though. I was always supposed to be the one to hold and comfort her. Something in me wanted to be exactly what she needed me to be when she needed me to be it. She brought out the only good in me, without her I was an uncaring asshole, but if anybody tried to come between us I wanted to destroy them. I will love Carter Sanders forever, and I will never get enough of her.

My brother and I heard the news on th
e TV the same as everybody else. An entertainment news anchor spoke the words that would change everything. “Riviera Sanders got married today to international businessman, Sloan Cameron in Las Vegas. She reportedly said she will not continue to act except for a few cameo appearances. Her plans are to travel with her new husband and get to know her new stepsons better. Congratulations to the Happy Couple!”

             
I was having a hard time letting that whole news announcement sink in. My dad got remarried to a woman I had never met, a beautiful, famous woman who had to be twenty years younger than him. If my mother was still alive this would have crushed her to know he didn’t want to be married to her but a younger more beautiful model would do just fine. My feelings of resentment and hate started in on me. He couldn’t find the time to come watch my brother, Keller, and my football games, but he could find the time to romance and marry this bitch. I hate him. I fucking hate him so much it burns inside me, and I feel like I could explode with the hate just spilling out to everything else.

             
Keller is finally able to shake off his shock and he starts in on our new stepmom right away. “What does the bitch mean get to know us better, Brayden? She doesn’t fucking know us at all.” Keller can never see my dad for what he is. For some reason he always blames someone else for my dad’s fuckups.  When my dad left my mom and just explained to us that he didn’t want to be married anymore, Keller just blamed my mom for not being what my dad needed. When my dad didn’t show up for any of our football games, Keller blamed all the demands of the company on why he couldn’t be there. So now Riviera was going to be the scapegoat for the last father fuck up.

             
But I knew who was the real problem was. My dad was an egotistical bastard who was more selfish than anybody else I knew. He gave us money and trust funds, but no one was here at the house except our housekeeper, Lana. Lana loved us but had a family of her own. Our basic needs were taken care of by her but not anything else. My dad cared about us so little that he could not even pick up the phone to let us know he was married much less to want us at his wedding. I wanted to say out loud how much of a selfish dick he was but my brother would be hurt by it. I didn’t want to hurt the one person I loved just because my dad was a prick, and Keller couldn’t recognize it. I kept quiet and didn’t say anything.