▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 I had a list of things I wanted to tackle today. A damn good list, too. The kind that should’ve kept me busy from sunup to sundown, handling the animals, checking on the new foals, and making sure the workers were staying on top of things.But before I could even get started, I ran into Catia.She was lingering near the barn, arms crossed over her chest, bottom lip tucked between her teeth the way she did when something was eating at her.“Everything alright?” I asked, wiping my hands on my jeans.She hesitated before saying, “I wanna go fishing.”That was all she said, but I knew what it meant.Dusty Creek might look like it was in the middle of nowhere, but on my farm, it felt like the heart of everything. The land stretched wide and welcoming, the fields golden under the sun, the trees whispering with the wind.Sure, a witch-like crystal was aiding our crops, buried deep in the soil by some ancestor long before my time, but magic alone didn’t keep the farm r
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★I leaned back against the headboard, my laptop balanced on my thighs, scrolling through an endless list of chemical compounds.It was like trying to find a single drop of water in the ocean.Chemicals existed in everything—water, soil, the air we breathed. And each one had variations, different combinations of elements that could alter their properties just enough to make them untraceable to the untrained eye.If Darcy had still had her research, this wouldn’t be so difficult.I sighed, rubbing my fingers over my temple. My eyes flicked to my phone screen lighting up with a message.RACHEL: Vanessa. Call me back. Now.I ignored it.Rachel was going to be my brother’s soon-to-be ex-wife. And lately, all she did was call when she needed something. I used to help her. Used to get involved.Not anymore. Lincoln was right. I gotta choose, and if it’s between my best friend who cheated or my brother who was cheated on.... the answer seems like it was written i
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and by the next morning, I could finally borrow a horse to take into town. She was a sweet, chestnut-colored mare with big, curious eyes and a habit of nudging my back like she expected me to sneak her a treat. I had no idea what her name was, but she felt like a Daisy, so that’s what I called her as we made our way down the winding dirt road toward Dusty Creek.The ride was smooth, if a little slow, and the morning air was crisp against my skin. I made it into town just as the sun was beginning to warm the streets fully, and my first stop was the post office. The clerk was a stocky man with a long beard and an even longer drawl. He took one look at my package and squinted at me like he was trying to determine if I was a troublemaker."Sending somethin' delicate?" he asked, tapping a meaty finger against the box."Yep. Fragile as can be. If this breaks, I'm suing."He let out a slow chuckle, shaking his head as he
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★The engine sputtered, letting out a high-pitched whine before descending into a series of jarring clunks, each one louder and more ominous than the last. A metallic scraping sound joined the cacophony, like nails on a chalkboard, before the car gave one final, wheezing groan. The momentum ebbed, and with a reluctant shudder, it jerked to a halt, silence settling like a heavy curtain in the aftermath of the mechanical chaos.“HOLY FUCKING SHIT! WHY NOW? WHY THE FUCK NOW?!” I yelled, banging my head on the steering wheel over and over again. The honking sound didn’t even stop me from freaking out. I’m not even near this stupid godforsaken town. And this piece of crap has given up on me. I hate THIS!Okay, you might need some backstory to understand why I’m freaking out. This is all the fault of my estranged mother. Two days ago she sent me a letter. In these modern times, she sent me a fucking letter. After twenty years of pure silence, after running out on
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★“What is this?” Lionel asked as he picked up the piece of paper I’d thrown away. Shit. He looked at me after unruffling it up, and reading through it. “why is she writing to you? From dusty creek?”Yeah, creek. Right. Is that even a place? Is it like a small venue in New York? Hmm.“I don’t know. I just got the letter. I don’t know why she hasn’t reached out in twenty years. Okay, what am I supposed to do?”Ezra growled, “Do what you always do when you don’t want to entertain bullshit. She doesn’t get to see you. She never called, never even bothered to check in to see how Dad was doing. no. You can’t go.”normally, this would be a given. I hate my mother. But I have to admit that what she did reroute my brain. Our family was perfect, and she ruined it. However, I can’t seem to feel that bubbling hate right now. I truly want to know. My therapist- yes, I have one. When you key an old lady’s car at sixteen, call her a dying floozy, punch her grandson, and
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 She’s beautiful. No, I’m sorry, beautiful doesn’t even cover it. This woman is the most stunning female I have ever come across. Dark skin that practically glows under the sunlight, smooth and rich like the earth itself. Her black hair falls in waves, catching the light like silk, and every inch of her body tells a story. She’s curvy, with just enough softness to make me want to reach out and hold her, and there's a confidence in the way she carries herself that makes my chest tighten.Her red strapless shirt hugs her like it was made for her, showing off the natural swell of her chest, and that brown flurry skirt… damn, it moves just right when she shifts, teasing me with every single movement. Her brown boots with heels make her legs go on for days, and I can already imagine how perfect they’d look tangled up with mine.She’s not just pretty, she’s got that raw kind of beauty, the kind that makes everything else around her fade into the background. I can’t lo
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★I’m not sure I’ve ever been on a bed more comfortable than this. I wore Colton’s shirt to sleep, his bar soap smelt like actual daises, and the house reeked of hand made, I built it myself nonsense. God, I feel like throwing a tantrum. This stranger gave me a ride when I was stranded, and a place in his home, I could have been a serial killer. I sat up straight and exhaled.I could try to be less of a bitch. Hopefully, I’m not here for long, and I can meet with my mother and then head home. To where life truly is. Not on a farm, in a place that shouldn’t be on the map.Getting out of bed, I walked towards the window in time to see the sunrise. My god.... it’s beautiful. Wow. I can get the same view, from my penthouse. Only with less grass. Still pretty though.I’m just not a connect-with-nature kind of girl. Which reminds me, my charger is also in one of those bags that I left. God, my brothers must be losing their minds. I have to hurry. Get a bath, get
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★My mother seemed to have aged gracefully, and it infuriated me more than I expected. She looked like someone who hadn't endured the wreckage she left behind, someone untouched by the destruction she caused. I forced a tight smile, biting down hard on the bitter insults swarming in my head, begging to spill into the open. She looked at me, her eyes already swimming with tears.“My god, Vanessa, you’re all grown.”I felt the words cut through me like a knife. All grown. What did she expect after twenty years? That I’d freeze in time, waiting for her to decide we mattered again? I swallowed the lump in my throat and replied, my voice clipped, barely holding back the sarcasm.“Yes, twenty years apart does that. Uh, you look good. I didn’t know you had remarried.”Her face flushed, a fleeting expression of guilt crossing her features before she looked away. “I’m sorry... I didn’t want to explain everything over the phone. Come in, meet Tom and the kids.”Kids?
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and by the next morning, I could finally borrow a horse to take into town. She was a sweet, chestnut-colored mare with big, curious eyes and a habit of nudging my back like she expected me to sneak her a treat. I had no idea what her name was, but she felt like a Daisy, so that’s what I called her as we made our way down the winding dirt road toward Dusty Creek.The ride was smooth, if a little slow, and the morning air was crisp against my skin. I made it into town just as the sun was beginning to warm the streets fully, and my first stop was the post office. The clerk was a stocky man with a long beard and an even longer drawl. He took one look at my package and squinted at me like he was trying to determine if I was a troublemaker."Sending somethin' delicate?" he asked, tapping a meaty finger against the box."Yep. Fragile as can be. If this breaks, I'm suing."He let out a slow chuckle, shaking his head as he
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★I leaned back against the headboard, my laptop balanced on my thighs, scrolling through an endless list of chemical compounds.It was like trying to find a single drop of water in the ocean.Chemicals existed in everything—water, soil, the air we breathed. And each one had variations, different combinations of elements that could alter their properties just enough to make them untraceable to the untrained eye.If Darcy had still had her research, this wouldn’t be so difficult.I sighed, rubbing my fingers over my temple. My eyes flicked to my phone screen lighting up with a message.RACHEL: Vanessa. Call me back. Now.I ignored it.Rachel was going to be my brother’s soon-to-be ex-wife. And lately, all she did was call when she needed something. I used to help her. Used to get involved.Not anymore. Lincoln was right. I gotta choose, and if it’s between my best friend who cheated or my brother who was cheated on.... the answer seems like it was written i
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 I had a list of things I wanted to tackle today. A damn good list, too. The kind that should’ve kept me busy from sunup to sundown, handling the animals, checking on the new foals, and making sure the workers were staying on top of things.But before I could even get started, I ran into Catia.She was lingering near the barn, arms crossed over her chest, bottom lip tucked between her teeth the way she did when something was eating at her.“Everything alright?” I asked, wiping my hands on my jeans.She hesitated before saying, “I wanna go fishing.”That was all she said, but I knew what it meant.Dusty Creek might look like it was in the middle of nowhere, but on my farm, it felt like the heart of everything. The land stretched wide and welcoming, the fields golden under the sun, the trees whispering with the wind.Sure, a witch-like crystal was aiding our crops, buried deep in the soil by some ancestor long before my time, but magic alone didn’t keep the farm r
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★Darcy began slowly explaining what happened to her on the day of the attack. She had gotten some word back from her friend in the city who had collected the package earlier than she had thought. Yes, she took my advice to send some samples over. He explained that i was right about some odd chemical being there. And he tested it on a frog, as well as a hamster. Appalling but he figured it wasn’t that harmful. The frog died instantly, and the hamster was gradually falling ill. He explained that he has no clue what the chemical is but it reacts differently with each person. I listened attentively as Darcy went on.“I was curious. Most people drink from this. The crops, animals, all the lives lost, what if the town is suffering for it too? How long has this chemical been in the rivers?” She huffed. “I was reaching out to someone after the call when I heard a sound. I pretended not to hear it to avoid alerting the intruder. Just in case it turned out to be s
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★Breakfast went by smoothly. Too smoothly. The kind of smooth that made my brain itch with questions.Colton had made sure I had coffee, slid a plate in front of me before I could protest, and even pulled out my chair like some old-fashioned gentleman. He was attentive in a way that wasn’t suffocating—just enough to make me notice.And then, just like that, he was up and moving, brushing past me to grab his hat and keys. I barely had time to open my mouth before he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.A kiss. On my cheek.A very sweet, very platonic thing.But do casual people do that?I sat there for a full thirty seconds after he walked out, processing the strange little ritual we’d somehow formed. Breakfast together. Quiet conversation. A lingering moment before he left for work.This is weird.I mean, it’s not weird-weird, but it’s… something.With a deep breath, I pushed away from the table and started my slow, painful trek up the stairs.
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★I woke up to the bright rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains. The worst kind of wake up call. I could hear chickens in the distance. I’m kind of surprised. This is my first time hearing them. Colton’s house is nowhere near the major parts of the farm. I wanted the noise just to stop. My body was aching, and I can’t even remember why. Why does it feel like a truck ran through me?I rubbed my eyes, groaning at the sight of the sun. I was enclosed in a warm embrace from the back. I didn’t need to look down to know whose arms were tightly curled around my ribs. Colton. Yeah i don’t have a crazy hangover but i do remember staring in a porno titled how long can two people fuck?The answer is a blur. My jaw aches, my thighs ache, i think my vagina is officially on time out. Cause no. I’ve fucked enough to last me a week. Or longer. I don’t know how long I stayed staring at the streaks of sunlight, but eventually Colton moved his body from mine. I let
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 The best kind of hell is the one Vanessa Davis is putting me through. Even while drunk she’ll do as she pleases. Even if that means I get to sit back and watch it happen. Yes, I’d kissed her first. Throw all the blame you like, it will never make me feel guilty. I couldn’t help myself. I gave into that urge to kiss her senseless and it was amazing. To have her in my lap, moaning, making all the lovely sounds that went straight to my cock. I inhaled, letting my lungs fill up with her scent as she rode me.She was naked, my hat was the only thing she had on and she looked divine in it. Clutching her tits, teasing her nipples as our hips bucked against each other. God, I can’t stop looking at her. I can’t stop touching her. Feeling her ass as she bounces on my cock.Her insides are warm, wet, squeezing, and taking my ability to think about anything but her. I watched as her eyes rolled, this was our second round. We’d fucked fully clothed before, pressed up again
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★After munching on the pie, and having some more conversations with my new favourite person. Laia. I think her husband doesn’t deserve her, and it’s likely her choice under his coercion that she decided to quit her job. I’m just saying. After drinking some more moonshine, and chatting with the sisters. Colton decided it was time for us to go. Laia told me she’d contact me the next morning. I stumbled out of their house with a bunch of food she insisted i take, and another pie ashley said she makes for guest. Not gonna lie, i do enjoy their hospitality. Though some people *cough* Samson *cough* don’t like me, but that’s fine. Hostility never bothered. I know, people should be more confident, just like me. The drive back to the house was a blur for me. The funny thing is this moonshine didn’t make me feel drunk or like I’d be sick the next day. I felt nothing but easiness, and i felt loose. When we got to the house, i hopped out of the massive behemouth
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★The moonshine was good.Not the kind of good that made you want to chug it, because you’d end up on your ass if you did, but the kind that left a pleasant warmth in your chest and had your limbs feeling a little looser. Like everything was just a bit funnier, a bit easier.I liked it.The dinner had been delicious, and fun—mostly because pushing Samson’s buttons was quickly becoming my new favorite pastime. But now, with plates cleared and everyone moving into the living room, Ashley nudged me with her elbow."Hey, come help me with the dishes."I raised a brow, lifting my hand to gesture at my dress. “Do I look like I was made for doing dishes?”Ashley smirked. “Nope. But you’re still gonna help.”Before I could protest, she grabbed my wrist and tugged me toward the kitchen, my heels clicking sharply against the wooden floor as I followed.With a dramatic sigh, I took my place at the drying station, picking up a soft dish towel while Ashley turned on the