She Tossed her bag on the entry table and sighed. Surely there was someone out there like the characters from her books. Surely there was someone like the one who inspired her male alpha character.
Surely there had to be!
She huffed her way to the kitchen of her friend's house, snapping open a cold beer from the fridge. She took a sip and scoffed.
"The audacity," she said, shaking her head, "One date where I don't have to listen to small men. Just one!"
She downed the rest of the beer and headed to the lounge room. She had an early morning of hens preparation, so the easiest option was to crash at her best friend's house so as to not traumatise her children!
Her friend had the space, and she never minded. Her friend's kids were all grown and did their own thing, as opposed to her own.
She hadn't even bothered to turn the lights on and just plonked onto the lounge. A groan met her and she squealed to her feet. She lunged for the light.
"What the Dickens are you doing, Jeremy?! I could have crushed you, or beat the crap out of you!" She whispered angrily.
Jeremy sat up, rubbing his eyes, "I was waiting for you to come home. Must have fallen asleep. I needed to talk to you."
She rolled her eyes, "Can't it wait until morning. I've had a disappointing night and I'd rather just sleep it off."
"No, it can't wait. I've waited long enough," he said, more to himself, "I know you wrote about me."
She was too flustered to register what he said, "What are you talking about?"
"In your book. I know you wrote about me. I know that character was based on me." He said.
She blushed slightly, had he read her novels? No, there was no way he'd read them. He was a 19 year old boy. He wasn't in the target demographic. How would he even know that he was the basis of the main male love interest? There weren't any similar physical characteristics either. She even designed the cover to bear no resemblance to anyone she had ever met! He was testing her.
"Are you drunk?" She asked, stepping back towards the kitchen.
"I'm not drunk. I'm not a child," he replied, following her, "Did you?"
She didn't know what to say. Did she admit to it? Did she randomly throw out a name and hope he believed it? He wouldn't. He always knew how to look through her, like he knew her soul already.
She hung her head in defeat as she leant her back against the kitchen island, "Yes. Yes, I based a character off you. Does it matter? Also, why are you reading my books anyway?"
He cocked a smirk, his eyes beginning to darken, "I had to read about what turned you on."
She was now flabbergasted. This dude she'd known since he was about 5, wanted to see what made her pussy wet. Was she hearing wrong? She just kept blinking, trying to make it make sense.
"And," he continued, stepping toward her, "It does matter. It matters because you're dating all these boys, when I'm right here."
