บททั้งหมดของ Resisting The Alpha Cowboy: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★The day had started off light. I hadn’t planned on following Colton around as he worked, but there was something about watching him move through his day that made me feel… calm. It was an unusual feeling, one I wasn’t sure I liked. Normally, I preferred the chaos of the city, the anonymity of it, the way people kept their heads down and minded their own business. But here, in this small, slow-moving town, everything was personal.Colton made it worse.He talked easily, made me laugh without trying, and somehow managed to make the heat of the day a little less unbearable. We talked about stupid things—his favorite type of beer (cheap and cold), my favorite type of wine (expensive and red), and the worst jobs we’d ever had. He told me about working at a feed store when he was younger because he lost a bet, and how he once had to chase a goat around the property for over an hour. I told him about my short-lived stint as a bartender, and how I got fired for p

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥After tasting her in the bathroom, a polite way of saying I had her grinding and cumming on my tongue, I cleaned us both while she regained herself. Then after a much colder shower, we stepped out, dried up and she went to her too to put on something new. In true Vanessa fashion, she left naked... refusing to take my towel. And returned with her bag and a tight shirt that stopped above her knees. My gut tells me there’s no underwear past that but I can’t confirm that.I’m pretending to be fine. That laughing, kissing, and tongue fucking her is easy. But it isn’t. I want to find my mind drifting to the wrong area sometimes. Like right now. I moved through the kitchen with ease, the scent of sizzling eggs and toast filling the air as I worked. The space was quiet, save for the occasional sound of my spatula against the pan and the rhythmic tapping of Vanessa’s fingers on her laptop.She was completely absorbed in whatever she was writing, brows drawn together, l

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★I sat on the edge of the bed- after moving from the kitchen counter, my laptop balanced on my knees, fingers flying across the keyboard as I typed furiously. The words came easy, fueled by a mix of frustration and grim satisfaction./Evil Still Exists Among the Good.Hey, Muse Squad,That much is clear in Dusty Creek, a town that once thrived before a crooked sheriff decided to turn it into his personal playground.I’ve spent the last week digging into this town’s past—by that, I mean listening to the locals, the ones willing to talk. The ones who haven’t been silenced by fear, or worse, indifference. What I’ve found is a slow, creeping decay, the kind that doesn’t happen overnight. Dusty Creek was once a place people were proud to call home. A tight-knit town, strong, steady. Then came corruption—quiet at first, almost invisible, until it spread like a disease.The thing about corruption is that it festers in silence. When people turn away, pretend not t

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★As Colton pulled the truck further down the dirt road, the land stretched wide before us, bathed in the cool evening light. The house came into view, warm and lived-in, the kind of place that had been standing for years and planned to stay for many more. A single flickering porch light cast long shadows across the wooden boards, and there, sprawled lazily on the front steps like it owned the damn place, was a cat. Its golden eyes locked onto the truck as if evaluating whether or not we were worth the effort of moving.I had barely unbuckled my seatbelt when movement caught my eye.A girl stood off to the side of the porch, arms crossed, weight shifted onto one hip like she had been waiting for us. It took me half a second, but I placed her immediately—Ashley. Laia’s sister. I had met her during the whirlwind of introductions to Colton’s family, but I hadn’t expected to see her here.My eyes flickered between her and the house. Was she living here with the

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 Dinner was done in another thirty minutes, and Samson and I set the table while the women stayed put. It wasn’t anything special—we just knew better than to let them lift a damn finger after putting up with us all day. When everything was in place, we called them over.Ashley, never one to waste time, popped open another bottle of moonshine and poured a full glass for each of us. All, excluding the one person who couldn’t drink right now. She brought water for Laia, who accepted it with a soft smile. Vanessa, on the other hand, strolled in like she had all the time in the world, completely at ease despite sitting at a table full of people who’d either fought with her or barely knew her.I pulled out a chair for her next to me. She hesitated, just for a second, then sat with a quiet “thanks.”Samson took his usual spot at the head of the table. Laia sat close to him, and Ashley next to her. We muttered a quick thanks before digging in, eating in easy silence—unt