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Out of Love
Author: Jewel E. Ann

Chapter One


Livy Knight Age Fifteen

“Ethan said your dad’s a psycho.”

I slammed my locker door shut and scowled at my best friend. “You can’t be serious.”

Maggie’s nose scrunched. “I know. Your dad is way better than my dad. And he’s hot as fuck. My dad … well, you’ve seen him. It’s not pretty.”

“Maggs … yuck! You know I hate it when you talk about my dad like that. He’s a computer geek and my dad. Please stop saying as fuck in the same sentence as my dad.”

“He has tattoos and knows martial arts.” Maggie ambled toward algebra. “And he doesn’t have a dad gut. And he doesn’t make rude bodily noises around your friends. That makes him hot as—”

“Lalalalala!” I covered my ears and then fell into a fit of laughter. “Seriously, lots of people have tattoos. And martial arts? Whatever … he’s all talk. I mean … he teaches a community education self-defense class. He knows how to break someone’s nose if they try to steal his wallet, and he gets pepper spray at a discount. I’d call that paranoid, but not psychotic.”

Maggie gripped the straps to her backpack and shrugged. “Ethan said he was risking his life by telling anyone, but he swears your dad was waiting for him last night when he climbed out of your bedroom window.”

“My dad wasn’t home. Ethan’s full of shit.” I grabbed a sports drink from the vending machine.

“He’s telling people your dad threatened him. Said he could either play football with two functioning legs or date his daughter from a wheelchair.”

I coughed on my drink. “No. He didn’t say that.”

“I’m just telling you what Ethan’s telling everyone. But seriously, Livy … what was Ethan doing in your room?”

I smirked, opening the door to the classroom. “Just stuff.”


Livy Knight Age Sixteen

“DAD! STOP!” I chased after my dad as he stalked up the sidewalk after Brendon. Poor Brendon wasn’t wearing pants or a shirt, just a red pair of boxer briefs and the most terrified expression I had ever seen. His clothes remained scattered on my bedroom floor—abandoned—just like his car across the street because … his car key was in his pants.

“Livy Eloise Knight …” Dad pivoted toward me when Brendon’s half-naked body took a right at the street corner. “Get. Inside. The. House.”

My bare feet slapped the concrete in the ordered direction, pounding the rhythm of my displeasure with each step—a retreat to my prison. “You are such a hypocrite!” I spun around as soon as the front door clicked shut behind him. Crossing my arms over my chest, I canted my head and squinted at the overprotective warden.

His gaze inspected every inch of me. The transparency of his thoughts fed my anger. He didn’t like my tight, ripped jeans, my pierced belly button, or the thin fabric of my top. I hoped he could see the transparency of my thoughts too. It’s my body.

“Bring me his clothes and his car key.” The muscles along his jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth.

“You’re ruining my life!” I balled my hands into fists.

“Livy …” His eyes narrowed at me.

“Were you a virgin at sixteen, Dad? Huh? Were you?”

He didn’t flinch.

“That’s what I thought. So … whose dad tried to kill you when you screwed his precious little daughter? Did you, Mr. Rule Abiding Jackson Knight, get chased up the street in nothing but your underwear?”

Still no reaction.

“I miss Mom,” I whispered on a sigh and fled to the solace of my room.


Livy Knight Age Seventeen

“I’ve heard rumors …” Garrett said as I slid his shirt over his head.

It wasn’t ideal, but the back seat of his SUV had enough room to do what we couldn’t do at my house or his. Four out of seven of the lights in the vacant parking lot were burned out. And I was a week away from turning eighteen.

Two weeks away from graduation.

Three months from starting college.

“What rumors?” I tossed his shirt aside.

“About your dad.” He unbuttoned my blouse.

“You can’t believe everything you hear.”

Garrett moved to San Francisco at the end of the previous semester. It was pretty shitty of his parents to make him move to a new school one semester shy of graduation.

“I heard dating you is a bad idea.”

“Who said we’re dating?” I smirked as his gaze fell to my breasts barely hidden behind white cotton lace.

“Is this …” He scraped his teeth along his full bottom lip, eyes drunk on the sight before him.

“Is this what?” I reached around to unhook my bra.

“Your first time.” His jaw relaxed, drawing in a shallow breath.

“First time in the back of a vehicle?” My bra shifted a few inches, fully exposing my chest.

“First time … you know … having …”

“Sex?” I brought his hand to my breast, letting my eyes drift shut when he gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Y-yeah.” Garrett’s voice trembled, and his hand shook as if he was afraid my boob might break like a water balloon. His whole body vibrated beneath me.

My eyes flew open, unblinking with realization. “You’re a virgin?” I whispered.

His gaze slid up to mine. “Not … necessarily.”

“Garrett …” I blew out a slow breath while biting my upper lip. “You’ve been accepted to Stanford. Not necessarily isn’t a real or intelligent answer to your virginity status.”

His hand fell away from my boob as all six feet of him deflated, leaving me perched atop a heap of bones, muscles, and shriveled confidence. I’d seen videos of him playing lacrosse—taking and giving hits so big my own lungs gasped for air. What a really terrible assumption I made, relating sex and sports. Any working dick could have slid into a vagina.

“You’re not a virgin?” he asked with a pensive expression.

“Well, it’s hard to explain.” I grinned, leaning in to kiss him.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

We turned to the window and the angry fist rapping it three times.

“Who the hell is that?” Garrett asked.

I sighed, pulling my bra back on and buttoning up my blouse. “I’m going to get out on that side. You get out on the other side.”

“Why? Do you know him?”

“How fast can you run, Garrett?”

“What? Why? Livy, who is that?”

I slid off his lap and unlocked the door. “My dad. Now run, Garrett!”

“Livy Eloise Knight. Get your ass in the car.”



Chapter Two


Livy Knight Age Twenty-One

“Livy, you’re a walking disaster.” Aubrey glowered when I rushed into the kitchen with my shirt half on and the handle of my backpack cutting into my hand.

I dropped it to the floor and fished my other arm through my shirt while stealing a slice of Aubrey’s bread and plopping it into the toaster. “I’m late.”

“No shit. And you left the peanut butter out last night—lid off, spoon still in the jar.”

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