Towed, p.1
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Eliyang
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Hao Han Books
TOWED HARDCOVER — ISBN: 978-1-956766-24-0
TOWED PAPERBACK — ISBN: 978-1-956766-25-7
TOWES EBOOK — ISBN: 978-1-956766-26-4
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Eliyang
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For the woman I have become through this process, for those rare, beautiful friendships that changed my life forever, and for all the unapologetically fierce women out there making a difference.
Contents
Playlist
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
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Chapter 1
DAE
“Watch the monster destroy that little princess pussy,” his baritone voice ordered, and I let my eyes find our reflection in the mirror.
Beep, beep, beep, beep. . .”
That annoying alarm went off again, pulling me further from my mouthwatering dream. It was a crazy-good dream I often had. I would meet this enormous blue and purple monster at a party, seduce him, and then get fucked by him in the most delicious way. To be honest, it was more of a memory than a dream.
“Dae! Turn that thing off and get up!” an annoying voice coming from the kitchen screeched, and I pressed a pillow over my head, trying to drown it out.
“But the bed is so warm,” I grumbled in protest with my raspy voice. My bedroom door slammed open, and that beast of a woman crawled over my covered body so she could reach for the alarm clock on the other side of my bed. She then repeatedly hit it with a fist to turn it off, like in a whac-a-mole game.
Why couldn’t she walk her gorgeous brown ass and voluminous black straight hair around my bed instead of crushing me?
“That shit drives me nuts! It’s been sounding for ten minutes.” Not having an excuse to beat up the clock any longer, she turned her anger toward me and smacked me over my thick comforter. “Get. Your. Ass. Out. Of. Bed. You. Lazy. Twat!” She stood up from lying on me, making me bounce on the mattress the moment she lifted her weight from it.
“Aren’t you late?”
Ignoring her, I turned around and wrapped myself in a comforter cocoon. The instant I showed my back to that she-devil, she gave my tush a loud smack.
“Argh! Don’t care! I don’t want to work today.” I snorted, hugging my comforter tighter.
“Dae, it’s the weekend, you dumb slut! I thought Jackson was waiting for you,” she yelled, waking me up at once.
“Ah, fuck! Jackson!” I tossed my blanket aside and sprang up. I cared for nothing else. Rushing like a madwoman, I pushed her aside, took my clothes off on the way, and tossed them in the air as I sped to the shower.
My beautiful, sexy, and successful boyfriend of three long years had invited me to a fancy brunch with him in a very expensive restaurant. I didn’t know why, but I had a feeling that today would be the day. That special day when he would put a big-ass rock on my finger, and I would say yes, all excited and hopping like an idiot. There was no one better for me than Jackson.
This would definitely be one of the best days of my life—a day I would remember forever. I had to look perfect!
After grabbing my razor and skipping the shaving cream since I was in a hurry, I hopped into the shower. Thankfully, the water warmed fast, and I didn’t lose much time. Hoping to get that puss smashed after, I shaved the lady as best as possible in under five minutes. I didn’t know why I cared so much about it because Jackson would never eat my taco. I would go down on him every single time, but he never returned the favor.
A Yeti would envy the fur-like layer of hair growing in all the wrong places, so I hurriedly shaved everywhere else. First were my armpits, and while shaving my legs, I got a cut. A fucking cut!
“Fucking mother of all fat turds!” I cursed away as I examined my ugly wound. I just sliced my skin like a deli ham. Why fucking now? Fucking band-aids weren’t sexy! Screw that, I needed gauze and tape. The plan was to wear a provocative short sundress, but now I would have to settle for a long skirt. I didn’t want to brag about my engagement to people with a picture of me looking like I got wounded in battle.
Water fell over the gash, and it stung like a motherfucker! “Ow, ow, ow!” I hopped in place. This was not the kind of hopping I was hoping for today. Pretending I could be brave and finish my shower, I grabbed the soap and propped my leg up in the tub so it would be out of the water.
“Dae, are you okay, babe?” my friend asked in a worried tone. For sure, she could hear my cries of excruciating pain.
“Got a fucking cut! Can you believe it? Today!” I yelled my reply, nearly crying.
“Good, you deserve it!” she cheered.
“Fuck you!” My voice hurt with how loud I screamed. I loved that woman.
That dimwit laughed like a mad witch. “Now, you’re going to get gangrene, and it’s going to fall off!” She imitated Dracula’s voice and continued to laugh like the evil villain she was. If I was closer to her, I would have tried to kick her ass. Yeah, that made me doubt my love for her. I wasn’t in the mood for a comeback, so I ignored her.
“You know, getting cut is a bad sign. Your day will be shit now.” The woman I had the inconvenience of living with for years kept joking about my misery before walking away to mind her business. In the most uncomfortable position possible, I soaped my body and shampooed my hair. Somehow, the fucking soap slid into my eyes, and it burned as well. As I did my best to keep my leg up and out of the water, I stuck my head under the stream and harshly rubbed my eye.
This was perfect! Bleeding with one red eye. What would come next?
As I continued rubbing my eyes and blinking repeatedly to get the soap out, I lost my balance and fell in the shower with my leg under the water. Right after, the shampoo bottle fell on me, hitting me on the boob.
“Holy. Fucking. Hell!” I screamed in pain. My ass hurt, my eye burned, my leg stung, my boob was about to deflate, and I was still late.
“Dae! You break something else in this apartment, and I will murder you in cold blood! I’m not losing our deposit!” the enemy on the other side of the door announced, and I groaned.
“Eat shit, Aanya!” I screamed at her and stood as fast as I could. Fuck it! I wasn’t doing it. I cleaned up as best as I could, got out of the shower, and brushed my teeth. At least I was half clean. Well. . . sort of.
Since I forgot my towel, I would have to walk my naked ass back to the room. Sticking my head out, I made sure the coast was clear. I could hear the indistinct sound of people talking in a foreign yet familiar language with tacky music in the background and knew she was watching her dramas. The coast was clear!
Running to my room, I closed the door and dressed. This week had been very busy at work, so I forgot to do the laundry. All my hot lingerie was at the very bottom of the hamper, so I had to pick a mismatched underwear set.
Since I was a mess, I grabbed a solid sleeveless gray tunic dress that was way too long for my height, but I could walk without stepping on it if I wore my highest heels. It was as if stores forgot that short people existed, and all they sold was meant to remain on their store’s mannequin. I wasn’t overweight, but I wasn’t a size zero either, so finding the right look that wouldn’t make me look like a midget was hard.
The dress was simple yet elegant. I wasn’t looking bad at all. After deciding to ditch my eyeglasses for the day, I applied some makeup to my almond-shaped, single-eyelid Asian eyes. I then chose a very simple set of je welry so the ring would be the center of attention. Looking at my hand, I imagined how big that diamond would be. The fantasy of me pretending to brush my pitch-black, straight hair back to show the ring off made me doze off and dream for a minute.
That thought alone caused a huge smile to spread across my face, but three hard knocks interrupted my daydream.
“Do you want some breakfast?”
“What? You want me to get fat, too! I’m on my way to brunch, idiot!” Walking to the door, I opened it to let her in. Yeah, I was hungry, but I would wait to eat with my man. It swung open, and I looked into my dearest friend’s mocking expression. It was taking over her stupid face. Aanya snorted and chuckled while looking at me.
“What?” I furrowed my brows, and she showed me a sympathetic smile.
“Don’t get your hopes up, dear.”
“Why not?” I questioned, and she took a deep breath. Turning around, I went to get the rest of my stuff, and she followed me.
“You know well what I think about Jackass. Ahem! I mean. . . Jackson.” She pretended to cough. Yeah, I knew, but I didn’t care.
“Let me guess. . . That he is dreamy?” I joked, earning me a smack on my shoulder.
“That he is not worth it. If he does propose, which I greatly doubt, tell him to go to hell. You can do way better than that,” Aanya lectured me like usual. I swear that was her hobby.
“Are you nuts? Jackson is the catch of my life! As soon as I get that rock on my finger, I will be set.” I finished putting my shoes on.
“How do I look?” I asked excitedly.
My best friend looked up and down at my figure with a hand on her mouth and an emotional expression. With gleaming eyes, my friend walked toward me. She seized my shoulders in what I thought would be a loving moment, but then she began shaking me hard, making my head jerk in all directions and nearly breaking my neck.
“Wake the fuck up! Dae, you don’t love that asshole! He is arrogant, boring, and self-centered, and he can’t even make you come! Dump his ass!” Aanya screamed in my face. “You are wasting your fucking time!” She kept shaking me as if trying to expel a demon out of my body.
I pushed her away. “I know what I’m doing. Jackson will make me happy.”
“Will? Aren’t you happy already? Dae! You know what? Sure, you go with that. I’m done talking to the wall.” Aanya gave up, waving a hand in the air. I ran to her, pulled her down, and kissed her cheek.
“I have no time for your shit. I have to go. Love ya!” After picking up my bag, I ran out of our apartment and into my car, nearly burning rubber on my way out of the parking lot. The ride there was a bit long, and I would hit traffic on my way to the big city.
The fucking city!
I loved it, but I couldn’t afford it. Everything there was expensive and out of my reach. . . but not Jackson—that one I snatched for good.
After getting stopped by every red light along the way, I finally made it to the place. It was one of these expensive, classy restaurants in the best part of town, but it had no fucking parking.
I drove around to find every single spot already taken. Going a bit further, I found a parking garage. I was about to pull in but halted when I was close enough to read the sign.
$40 for one hour.
“The hell, what?” I shrieked with my eyes squinting as I read that fucking cardboard. “Who the fuck pays forty dollars for one hour of parking? Not this bitch! That’s who!” I backed up fast. The person in the car behind me beeped, alerting me I was about to hit them, and I flipped them the bird.
“Fuck that! I ain’t doing it!” I mumbled as I drove away from there. My broken ass would be parking on the street, thank you very much. Going back to where the restaurant was, I prayed to all the gods above to have someone leave so I could take their spot. My prayers were heard because I saw the shiniest, most beautiful empty spot. It was as if I could hear the heavenly music coming from that place. It was right in front of the restaurant as well. I couldn’t believe my luck!
“Getting cut is a bad sign. Your day will be shit now. . .” I mocked Aanya’s voice as I parked my car. “Kiss my ass, Aanya!” I was so darn lucky! People would pay hundreds to get this spot. I turned the car off.
All mine!
When I stepped out of my car, there wasn’t even a parking meter to pay. “And it’s free!” I sang, returning my wallet to my purse while avoiding the posted sign I didn’t have the time to read at the corner. With bouncy steps, I nearly skipped over to the restaurant. Before I opened the door, I stopped, took a deep breath, and fixed my hair. I was so darn excited! Certainly, I would be Mrs. Hoffman by the end of the fall.
Opening the set of expensive-looking doors, I walked with my nose high straight to the host and used my rich-bitch-wanna-be voice to speak. “Good morning. I’m here to see my boyfriend, Jackson Hoffman. I believe we had reservations,” I sighed while looking in the distance as if I wasn’t interested.
“Yes, you must be Miss Jee. Please follow me. Mr. Hoffman has been waiting for you,” she politely replied, and I followed her with slow, composed steps. The brunette took us to the back of the restaurant to a private section I was sure Jackson had reserved just for us.
He was so sweet.
“Through here.” She made a courteous gesture, and I nodded in thanks. Sitting at the single table this section of the restaurant had was my Jackson. Golden hair, blue eyes, and an impeccable outfit as always. He was a chefs-kiss perfection of a guy, and he was all mine. As soon as our eyes met, I flashed him a huge smile, and he returned it with a small, sort of sad one.
Was he okay?
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I walked to him and kissed his lips softly. Taking his face in my hands, I kissed his nose, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me closer, and kissed me deeply. We kissed for a long while before he broke it to give me a tight hug. Jackson seemed as if he was afraid to let go.
“You never answered. Are you okay?” I asked again, and he spoke.
“I’m nervous, so I want to get this off my chest first. We can eat after. . . if you still want to.” Jackson caressed my face. I couldn’t help but notice he looked so darn concerned. Was he really that nervous? Without a doubt, I would say yes! That silly man. He shouldn’t be that worried at all.
Brushing my hair aside, I sat beside him and lovingly held his hand. Of course, I would still want to eat after the big announcement. I was starving.
“Dae, you have made me happy in a way no one has ever done,” Jackson began, and I smiled. “Every moment I have spent with you has been fun and exciting, not to mention hot as well. Ever since I saw you that day back in college, I knew you would be someone special to me, and I wasn’t wrong.”
Jackson continued talking, and his eyes dropped to the hand I had in his. “I asked you to come over today because I need to share some big news with you.”
Yes! This was it! “I’m listening.” I leaned closer to him and bit my lip—since I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Dae, I. . . I’m. . . I’m getting married,” Jackson voiced softly, and I squealed.
“Yes! When? I want a fall wedding! If you want it sooner, I’m fine with that too.” I excitedly bubbled, almost dancing on my chair, but his expression didn’t match my joy.
Jackson silently cupped his mouth in his hand and kept his head low, avoiding my eyes.
Wait. Where was the ring? The sepulchral silence made my stomach drop.
“That wasn’t a question, was it?”
Chapter 2
DAE
“No, Dae, I’m getting married—” he started, but I cut him off.
“To me. . .” I said, assuring myself I wasn’t getting it wrong. This couldn’t happen. Jackson did not reply.
