Angela stares down at her phone, the chipped screen lingering on an old number. It was some sort of self harm at this point. The number of her ex-boyfriend, Jett. Their relationship had been off and on since college, always on the edge of collapsing but staying together for one singular reason.
There was some feral attraction they felt for one another. Nearly every fight they had ended in sex and then regret. Nothing ever felt resolved, just every little annoying habit he had drove her crazy as their problems built up. It truly was an awful situation that she could not find the willpower to avoid.
Angela was a woman with dark brown hair, wildly wavy. She was a thin if not fit, her job at the factory had managed to soften her figure ever so slightly. The girl swore it had to be the fumes but was quickly put off from that with the NDAs she signed. Still, the extra padding attached to her her backside was worth the few extra pounds, even if her current outfits were getting tight. Her skin was pale, her body clearly more hourglass then anything else. Large breasts, fat ass as one of her friends had teasingly poked at her after she had gotten the third number of the night. For some reason she never called any of them, remaining stuck on one guy.
Groaning to herself she fought back against this new idea. This was going too far.
It's not like he's a bad guy... She thinks to herself, internally fighting over what was going to happen that night.
But I can't move on like this. Justifying it all in her head she finally sets out the text message.
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Jett heard the faint vibration in his pocket as he retrieves his phone. The message came clear, and there was an audible groan coming from the man.
Angela's message were like a stab to the chest. Come by the factory... I need you.
Jett was 5'8 and was build well. Guy took care of himself, never skipping cardio and working out enough to keep his body tone if not strong. His dark red hair stood out and his more soft features made him come off more cute then handsome. If he wanted he could get with plenty of girls, but one always took his attention away.
There was something about her that felt irresistible about her. That always made him come crawling back to her.
It was too late, he had already replied and got the address.
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