Ride (Book 1)

Ride (Book 1)

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance


Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance


Anna is the kind of girl who doesn't break the rules, but when she's confronted by the sexy stranger at her father's church all of the rules go out of the window. A one off passionate encounter is all it's meant to be, but when their paths cross a second time the explosive chemistry they felt back then is still there and it won't seem to go away...


Anna is the kind of girl who doesn't break the rules, but when she's confronted by the sexy stranger at her father's church all of the rules go out of the window. A one off passionate encounter is all it's meant to be, but when their paths cross a second time the explosive chemistry they felt back then is still there and it won't seem to go away...

Chapter2 (v.1) - Chapter 2

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Submitted: April 14, 2019

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Chapter 2 (Three years later)

"Dad, I can't keep having the same conversation. I'm not leaving New York, I like it here." I said, desperately searching for my pack of cigarettes.

"I understand Anna, but it's time you came home. I need you here; the parish misses you, and Billy won't stop asking about you." He replied firmly.

I sighed

"Fuck Billy!"

I could just see his face screwing up in anger. My dad thought Billy was the perfect man for me to marry and start a family with. In fact, he'd pretty much told me that was what he expected of me. I was his only daughter, and his single ambition for me was to marry a perfect Christian boy. Depressing didn't even cover it.

"Anna Thomson! Don't use language like that."

I rolled my eyes as I finally located my cigarettes, burried underneath a pile of clothes with my purple lighter.

"I have to go dad, I'll call you in a few days. Love you."

I hung up before he could reply, and chucked my phone on my bed. Today had been shit, the conversation with my father had topped it off perfectly.

Our New York apartment was non smoking, as was my roomate Jess. I knew she'd kick my ass if she thought I'd been smoking indoors. I padded into the living room in my pyjama shorts and vest top. Jess had left for work, so I was alone, which suited my mood perfectly.

I hummed to myself as I opened up the fridge and grabbed a beer. As far as cheap apartments went in New York this one wasn't bad. Six months ago I'd found an advert online that Jess had posted for a new roommate. We had only chatted on Skype two times before she decided the room was mine, I'd packed up and left within a few days.

My dad had been angry, but that had become a regular occurrence. I just kept on disappointing him, gradually turning my back more and more on his precious church and religion.

When I'd turned up in The Big Apple I had no job, and a small amount of money that I'd inherited when my mom had died. Since I'd been here I had been the happiest I'd ever felt, although that was all going to shit after today.

I cranked the living room window open wide and carefully climbed out to the tiny outdoor space.

The coffee shop had been slowly getting quieter and quieter, especially when a new Starbucks opened up the block. Of course, I was one of the first ones they had to let go. I'd been there the shortest time, and I wasn't entitled to any kind of severance package.

Lighting my cigarette, I laid back into the outdoor scatter cushions and closed my eyes. Tomorrow I'd start to look for another job, but right now I just wanted to wallow.

The sound of the traffic below relaxed me. After growing up in the middle of nowhere, I loved the hustle and bustle of New York. It was never quiet and there was always something going on - it was the perfect place to be if you didn't like to be alone.

I opened the bottle of beer and took a swig, the taste transporting me back to a time I rarely allowed myself to think about anymore.

"Fuck you Ryan Firth." I cursed under my breath.

I finished my cigarette quickly and chucked it into the ashtray. Nothing made my mood worse than thinking about the man who'd taken my virginity. Maybe it was unfair, but I'd grown to hate him.

Ok, so I had pretty much thrown myself at him, but he was older and more experienced. He should have at least shown me some kind of affection and warmth afterwards. Instead, the feeling of worthlessness I'd felt when he'd walked away and left me in that bed had lingered, and grown over the years.

Often I fantasied over what I would say to him if I ever saw him again. I took another sip of beer, and closed my eyes. I'd replayed the short time we had together so often that it was still as clear as anything in my mind. Nothing had compared to it since, and I doubted it ever would. That was another reason why I hated him so much.


"I'm telling you babe, if you want to come and work at Ride with me I can get you a job." Jess said, passing me a cup of coffee and joining me at our tiny breakfast table.

I made a face and she elbowed me, knocking my cup.

"Don't make that face! You don't have to strip to work there, they're desperate for pretty girls to waitress."

Jess was beautiful, with her long chocolate coloured hair and large hazel eyes she looked like a model. That had been her dream at first, but it was a tough industry to crack, and she was too curvy to be considered for most shoots.

"I love stripping, and I love the money even more. The guys at this place are respectful, it's not what you think."

I rolled my eyes and she sighed loudly.

"I've been where you are Anna, working dead end jobs and making shit money. Just think about it, ok?"

"Ok, I'll think about a waitress job, but only if I can't find anything else. Just don't try and bully me into stripping, there's no way I can be sexy."

Jess laughed loudly.

"Have you looked in a mirror? You're hot! Guys go crazy for a blonde with blue eyes and big tits. You'd make so much money if you stripped."

I made a face at her, and she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Can you imagine if I started stripping and my dad found out? He already prays for my soul because I've moved to a city full of sin."

She shot me a sympathetic look,

"Is he still giving you a hard time about being here?"

I finished the rest of my coffee and put my cup down.

"Kind of. I know he means well, but it's so smothering. If my mom was still alive then I'm sure it would be different."

Jess picked up my cup, and dumped it in the sink with her own. Neither of us were very messy, but we both sucked at tidying.

"Maybe you should ask him to visit? It might help him accept you living here."

I shrugged my shoulders, picking at the cracked laminate on the table.

"I'm going to get dressed and head to the gym. You coming?"

Ugghh. Jess always went to the gym, and she always tried to make me go with her. I didn't want to go, but the exercise would probably do me good. Working out would be a good way to blow off some steam.

"Ok, I'll come."

She cheered loudly, picking up her phone.

"It's a much healthier way to relieve stress than smoking. By the way, I could still smell the smoke when I came home last night." She lectured, her hand on her hip.

"Jesus, are you a sniffer dog or something? I smoked outside as we agreed."

She raised her eyebrows,

"The smoke still blows in through the window. Honestly, it's a disgusting habit. You should just quit."

I looked up at the ceiling in fustration.

"Just stop lecturing me, you're so bossy!"

She walked past me and bumped into my hip.

"You know that everything I say makes sense. Stop being so stubborn!"

I snorted. As much as I hated to admit it, she had made some very valid points in the time I'd known her. That was the thing with Jess, she had her head screwed on and practical could have been her middle name.


"I can't believe my card was declined!" I moaned, marching across the café.

We'd been to the gym, and then to our favourite coffee shop for lunch. It had been my turn to pay; but when the cashier handed my card back and told me it hadn't been accepted, I'd felt sick.

It was a busy Saturday afternoon. The queue of people behind us were growing impatient, and when the card got declined a second time my heart started to race.

Thankfully Jess had paid, but it did nothing to stop my embarrassment. We sat down on our favourite sofa and I searched for my phone in my gym bag, my hands shaking.

"I'm sure it's a mistake. It was twenty bucks Anna, you have that surely?" Jess said, sipping her iced water and opening up her salad bowl.

I didn't say anything as I logged into my online banking. When it finally loaded I felt my stomach turn.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!!!" I shouted, screwing my eyes shut.

"Anna, people are looking. Be quiet." she murmured, smiling politely at an elderly couple sat opposite us.

"I've got no money, what the fuck do you expect me to say?" I said angrily, which was completely unfair as it wasn't her fault.

"Let me see..." she said, snatching my phone off me.

I kept my eyes shut and tried to keep some kind of composure. It wasn't easy though, I just wanted to collapse to the floor and cry.

"Jesus, your bank charges are horrendous. How are you so overdrawn?" She exclaimed, scrolling through my phone.

I snatched it back and glared at her.

"I don't need a lecture! What am I going to do? Rent is due next week!"

I threw myself back in the sofa and rubbed my temples. The thought of going back to my dad, because I'd messed up so badly, was too humiliating to even consider.

"You're going to have to take the job at Ride. Let me txt Lacey, they're short on waitresses tonight."

I groaned.

"I can't work in a strip club..."

When I looked at her face she was frowning at me.

"Anna, you need to face up to reality. You have no money and no job. Stop looking down your nose at us, and being so judgemental."

I felt mortified that I'd given her that impression.

"I don't look down my nose at you. It's just that I don't think I'd fit in, I don't have a clue how to be sexy or seductive."

Her face softened slightly.

"You always put yourself down! Maybe this could be good for you, boost your confidence as well as your bank balance."

I snorted and picked up my coffee.

"Well I don't think I have a choice, send the txt."

Jess put her arm around me and hugged me tightly.

"Everything happens for a reason Anna, I'm sure of it. As a matter of fact, it's my new mantra!"

I smiled, but inside I felt like crying. There was no reason on this planet I could think of for me to end up working in a strip club.

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