I Don't Know Why I Love You, I Just Do

I Don't Know Why I Love You, I Just Do I Don't Know Why I Love You, I Just Do

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

She hasn't known him long, and there is a lot to learn that she could reject him for, but she'll stay because...well she's not sure sometimes.

Summary

She hasn't known him long, and there is a lot to learn that she could reject him for, but she'll stay because...well she's not sure sometimes.

Prolog (v.1) - How?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 05, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 05, 2016

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(Okay so normally I get better ideas when writing so I change things in fact RL was supposed to be a completely different story than what it is now and it was changed from the first chapter. With the deleted story, that didn't work out so well I hit a wall and decided to let it go for now. So again this story idea has a generic base I feel.

 

Also keep in mind that with this couple, there will be more things that simply don't make sense because of how the male lead is. I'll say, remember not to judge a book by it's cover hehe.

 

I own the story and all the characters, any likeness to any person(s) living or dead is coincidental and unintentional. While this story is available for free it is not to be redistributed in any way; I am the only person who can post this on more than one site or earn money for it in the future.)

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Prologue – How did he know?

 

 

Madeline ran down the street trying to make her way home, she lived in Manhattan with her father, uncle, and her Russian Blue named Morris. She said she would be back around ten, her dad was recovering from a mental breakdown and his older brother was keeping an eye on him. He was particular on the alarm setting it kept his brother from freaking out. If she wasn't home by a specific time he would turn on the alarm. Then she wouldn't be able to get in until the morning, the bus broke down on her way out of the store she worked in so she was running late. She really didn't want to sleep outside.

 

Jordan, her uncle was fiercely over protective of Orlando, perhaps he blamed himself for his breakdown. He said that he had slipped out to go to a party and left his brother at home when they were younger. When he got back he found her father cowering in the closet, someone had broken in and tried to kill him when they couldn't reach the six year old they tried to burn the house down. She supposed it was sweet that he cared so much she just wished she could get in contact with him. He turned his phone off at eight, she didn't know why he couldn't just put it on silent. She was living with them while she saved up for a new place of her own originally. Sometimes Jordan needed help with Orlando, one would think he would rush to get her home but it didn't matter she was just putting it up with it for now.

 

She just turned eighteen and call it what you will but she knew when she left that was it, she would officially be alone. They were all she had left as family their parents didn't have anyone when they passed they had burned one too many bridges. Unfortunately she didn't have any friends, they moved here when she was fourteen, she had been working in the little grocery store since then the owner was an older man that gave her a chance. She didn't want to tell some sob story but she worried her uncle would throw her out if she didn't pay rent so he helped her out.

 

She had to get herself around so she often missed out on her chance to hang out. Even when she graduated she wasn't invited to parties because no one really knew her she missed a lot of school working to help Jordan pay the bills. Eventually she got used to it, she wasn't very popular as a child either. She wasn't normally treated poorly just forgotten and she could handle that, though the area they lived in was cheap, run down, being alone in the dark wasn't appealing. She also attracted quite a bit of attention most of the time, she was a real beauty.

 

She had blond hair but it was currently dyed a very light shade of purple, her eyes were hazel, she had pale skin mostly flawless, and a lightly curved body. She wasn't super curvy but she wasn't flat she was a nice middle ground, Madeline is also very petite. Soft spoken and with a mostly innocent appearance she seems like a not so typical good girl.

 

In reality Madeline doesn't always have issues with the alarm curfew because she has a nice sexual appetite that normally needs to be filled. She's not a complete whore, she has a couple of guys she knows that can promise a good time, but they're both single and clean. Most of the time getting off at work is good enough but if she's feeling particularly frisky she'll call whichever is closest.

 

She wasn't horny she just wanted to get home, she didn't excuse her urges by saying she was lonely or any silly excuse that came to mind. Sometimes it was nice to go to a place where she was wanted if only for a quickie. She didn't feel very sexy either, in her plain tennis shoes, black pants and over-sized white shirt. Happy to reach her street she looked both ways and darted across the street it had started raining and she was soaked. Just as she made it up the stairs and made it to the door the light for the alarm switched on. She knocked on the door lightly she had just barely missed it anyways.

 

“The alarm is set.” Jordan said through the door, he spoke through the little mail slot he installed.

 

“I know but I got here just as the light came on..I'm only a second late.”

 

“Stop yelling your dad just took his meds.”

 

“Then he should be fine for you to open the door.”

 

“Not a chance, you should have came faster.”

 

“Uncle Jordan please it was a second and the bus broke down I came as fast as I could.”

 

“I'm sure you have a friend you can stay with, I have to go, night.”

 

She sighed heavily and settled for sitting on the ground there was a couple of lights on it would have to do. Since the area she lived in was so...unsavory there weren't any little motels close by, it was “bad for business”. After she heard the sound of thunder it was followed by a scream from inside, Orlando hated thunder. She shook her head, now Jordan really wasn't going to let her in.

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Madeline was jumpy to say the least, a few drunks had wandered home but they were just shit faced enough to ignore her. She rested her head on her knees it stopped raining for a bit then picked up again, she didn't see anything about rain on the news not that it mattered her clothes were soaked anyways. She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting out here, her phone had “died” imagine her surprise to find that someone had taken the damn battery out. She had a couple of co-workers that didn't like her they assumed her mostly quiet nature was because she was stuck up and they always played pranks on her.

 

She didn't even know when they had the time to get to her purse it was locked in her locker and only she had the combination. Her pepper spray was also missing, she really didn't want to have take the long walk back to find a motel of course it was close to pay day and after she paid her share of the rent at this point she was mostly broke, their landlord was such a crook but no one else wanted the crappy building and if he didn't have it then they would be out on the street. The bank was dying to break down the place and put in a mall or something. Anything to attract more business, the sound of laughter caught her attention most of the drunks were her neighbors and so many had passed that she was sure she was on her own.

 

Their landlord preferred men and he slept with most of them in place of rent, though Jordan was straight and he obviously wasn't getting anywhere with Orlando. Up the steps came the only neighbor she actually liked to look at. He wasn't a sloppy drunk he was...delicious, from his long messy silver hair, which was obviously dyed from the shade of his dark facial hair, to his green eyes, and slight tan he was sinfully perfect. He had the sort of body that gave a woman pleasant wet dreams for weeks. He often wore muscle shirts to show off his tattoos, and tight black pants to show off...well everything else worth seeing. His right ear was pierced with a hanging dagger he wore a silver sun around his neck under a black choker and normally he had black wristbands and a dark ring on his finger.

 

She once heard, Chris, their landlord, yelling at him because he wouldn't sleep with him and Thorne said he only liked women. Chris accused him of being a body shaming prick and raised his rent, Chris is sort of heavy but very over sensitive. He meets a straight man and then throws a fit when he's not wanted ah well not much one could do about that. Thorne was with a good looking brunette, sometimes she couldn't be sure who was the bigger manslut between the two. He had high standards every woman he brought was tall, had long hair, big fake breasts and a butt worth a prize.

 

Sometimes she wondered if he actually had a family and just used this place to get his dick wet, the brunette was all over him her skirt was pulled up her thong was showing and she was biting his neck. He was silent though as she ripped at his pants for a moment as he messed with the door he looked over at her and sort of waved with a finger as he was still holding his girl for the evening. They didn't really talk he was usually running out for a jog, or coming in with a woman when they passed one another though they did at least greet one another.

 

Madeline considered it a silent respect between...whores basically she laughed a little thinking that, though really the girl was a saint compared to Thorne and Chris. As they got in she settled for thinking about where she could go, this was really the safest place at this time and she was pretty cold.

 

“Are you coming?”

 

She jumped hearing the deep voice she turned and saw him leaning against the open door, she stared at him then weighed her options. Thorne moved in several months ago and she didn't really know him. Fuck it, she wasn't staying outside if she didn't have to, she hoped he wasn't interested in a threesome his brunette was attractive and she had fooled around with a few girls but she wasn't into that fake doll look. He let her in and closed the door behind her, he tossed a large shirt and towel at her and disappeared into his bedroom

 

She had never been in his apartment though where she slept was right on the other side of his bedroom so she heard plenty. There were two bedrooms in the apartment and she slept on the floor out of the way as her uncle said. She didn't think hearing sex she wasn't involved in would do anything for her since porn was pointless to her but sometimes imagining that she was the one getting fucked instead got her hot and bothered. Though that's only because it was a fantasy, she didn't know if he was clean from all of his partners and since they weren't that close it wasn't her business to ask. She would rather play it safe she didn't sleep with just anyone. It was usually more pleasurable to deny herself from time to time anyways. Seeing that he wasn't interested she dropped her bag on the table and looked around.

 

It was a large open space mostly in beige which was the starting color, Chris kept the inside of the apartments pretty nice and he gave everyone permission to decorate however they wanted. Meaning when they left he wouldn't take it out of their security deposits. Though he would charge for anything else one woman had a small stain on the carpet and he and his equally crooked lawyer got a few thousand for it. It was cleaned easily with hot water.

 

She pulled off her wet clothes and picked up the shirt that was obviously his and tugged it on, she was sitting at the small dining table for a while. Just listening to the woman scream his name and beg for more, she shook her head as she felt that familiar tingle of arousal and huffed. Now it comes, she ignored it though it was a strong tug. She jumped as he came up behind her and looked down at her, he was only wearing black silk boxers.

 

“I'm surprised you didn't come join us.”

 

She huffed.

 

“I won't do a threesome with one of your bimbos.”

 

“You don't have to, I know listening is more your thing.”

 

She blushed darkly, how did he even know?

 

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

 

“Sure you don't.” he said with a smirk.

(And there we go, hope you liked it.)


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