by Felicia Fox
Donut Go Breaking My Heart
Felicia Fox
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Published by Felicia Fox
Cover Art by Kristen Mazzola
Edited by Karmin Ovard
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Contents
Introduction
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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Chapter 1
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About the Author
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Introduction
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We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Chapter 1
Do women get blue balls?
The bell that tinkled over the door to let me know someone had entered the building was one of the most glorious sounds to chime. Sadly, I didn’t hear that lovely sound as often as I wished I would. Still, I looked up toward the customer and pasted on a smile to dazzle even the gloomiest person. At that moment, I was prepared to do a song and dance out of gratitude that they chose to walk into my shop. While it was still mine, I guess.
Unfortunately, and fortunately, Cian was the one to breeze on in through the door. Of all the days for him to come sauntering in, it had to be today. Though, usually seeing that man was the highlight of any typical day here at the Glory Hole.
The Glory Hole, she was my quirky dream. A place that sold donut holes of all varieties and was all mine to do as I wish. Live the life I wished to live and not the one my family had tried to groom me for. She had character. Red bricks covered the façade and, on the inside, she was an explosion of bubblegum pink and some retro mint green. Sprinkle border wallpaper and neon signs added to the charm. The Glory Hole was a tacky goddess and I loved her.
Now I was going to lose her. I had received the letter from the bank today to steal all hope of those dreams away. A letter that I wished to have not been sent. Ever. I had been behind on the mortgage and I didn’t have any equity anywhere else that I could pull from. It had put a damper on pretty much any positive feelings.
I glanced out the window for a moment, the darkening sky helping to remind me that it was getting late. In that quick glance, I caught my reflection and it showed a little too clearly that today was a rough one. My dark as midnight hair, my mother’s fancy way of saying black hair, was in a sort of rat’s nest updo thing. With flyways for days. My fair skin, so very pale from the lack of sun here in Seattle, seemed to glow under the very unflattering fluorescent lights shining down. The black t-shirt I wore sure didn’t help with it either. Sometimes, I put in a tiny bit of effort and threw on some lip balm, but I didn’t even give that a go today.
I was not a fan of the image reflected at me. From all of the stress and work, I was whippet-thin. I knew it wasn’t a flattering compliment to myself, but I didn’t have it in me to be kind right then. Granted, I was so damn exhausted. Drained emotionally, physically, and the saddest of all, financially from taking on this business venture.
Cian has been a regular here for the past couple of months. Ever since construction started on the hotel going up a few blocks from here. You would think with all the hustle and bustle in this city that business would be booming as people got out and walked around the town; with the usually cool weather, that maybe more people would at least stop in for coffee, but alas no. I seemed to be tucked into a little corner that happened to be between two very popular coffee houses.
I turned from my reflection and watched in an awkward awe at my temptation as he walked over to me. Although “walk” is not an apt description. He swaggered in. Cian was a man who looked rugged and sexy and he damn well knew it. Sandy blond hair, sun-kissed skin, and arms that made me picture just what it might be like to be held up against a wall as he took me with deep strokes. I internally groaned at the ongoing sexual commentary in my head.
I needed to stop this internal pity party right now. I mean, I could always turn to prostitution, maybe. Okay, no. If I am brutally honest with myself, though, the thought has crossed my mind one too many times in this last month. I probably wouldn’t pull much more money than a kid’s meal worth at some fast food joint.
“Hey, Cian! What can I get for you today” I said in the most upbeat voice I could possibly offer without sounding like an over-excited chihuahua. He smiled a smile that made me forget my name. Was it Anne, Amy, Alley? Who the fuck cared, he was smiling at me. His eyes were a spring green that seemed to blaze with golden light. I had a feeling they were trying to tell me dark and dirty secrets as he held me ensnared by their beckoning warmth.
Then again, Cian was an unapologetic flirt and that always helped to temper my attraction. It felt forced at times and I don’t have the time to entertain insincerity. Always ready with some kind of line and graze of fingers while he paid for his order, you couldn’t help but admire the tenacity. I should ban him from this place. I had no business wanting him the way I did. Not when I had so much falling down around me. I don’t need to have a relationship doing the same on me, too.
I was probably reading too much into his advances, but I have never and may never be the kind of girl who just jumps in the sack. Though, lord knows I have fantasized about doing just that recently. I’ve no clue if it is because of him or my body just needs to release all of this damn stress accumulating. The closest I get to any physical release is all my own doing. I was pretty sure half of my electric bill was from having to recharge my vibrator.
“How is your day going, beautiful?” he asked, and I soaked up the effect of that deep baritone. There were times at night when I was alone with nothing but the dark for company that I would imagine what he would sound like when he moaned. I need help. I sound like such a creeper in my own head. Ugh!
“It’s going.”
“Are you okay? You seem down.” His tone held the genuine inflection of a question.
I was not
one for dumping my issues on others. Why bring them down? It isn’t what they come in a donut shop for. So, I opted for an evasive answer instead, “Do, I?”
“You have cognac eyes and they always seem to sparkle. Today, not so much.”
“Stop being a charmer,” I tell him as I felt the blood blooming across my cheeks.
“I am being completely honest, but for future reference, is it charming you?”
I rolled my eyes so hard at that one I was pretty sure they were going to get stuck like that.
“Shut it, Cian. What do you want?” I was doing my best to pretend to be stern.
“The usual. A dozen of the Glory Hole’s best,” he said with heavy emphasis on glory and hole.
“I could swear you love saying the name of this place more than you like the donut holes themselves.”
“Noticed that, did you? Are you ever going to tell me why you went with that for a name?”
“Yes, and no will be the answer to that.”
It was actually a funny story cooked up by a friend and I after stopping at the craziest truck stop ever. Whenever asked, I would always wink and say, “wouldn’t you like to know.” In reality, I was sure that no one would actually want to hear that story as they are stuffing balls of glaze-covered dough into their mouths.
“Is it because it requires a visual and/or hands-on explanation? I volunteer if that’s what is needed.” For a second there, the image of him volunteering flashed through my libido like wildfire. I had the clear image of him standing tall with his broad shoulders back, his hand snaked through the hair at the back of my head, gripping tight, while I am on my knees, cheeks hollowed out as he thrusts what I was hoping to be a fairly nice-sized cock into my mouth. I mentally slap myself in the face. Get it together, Aine, and say something witty, damn it!
“Ha. Ha. I will get Big Rick right on that to help you out with what I am sure would be a very entertaining demonstration.” He let out a booming laugh. And my answering smile must have made me look like a loon, but it also made me feel like I won a tic mark in this game of back and forth we usually got into.
“There it is,” he almost whispers while licking his lower lip. The pink tip of his tongue making my mind blank out for two-point-five seconds. I shake my head, hoping with everything I didn’t look too foolish.
“Let me go grab your order. I will be right back,” I said, but to myself, I mumbled, “After a cold whore’s bath and an ice pack.” I pushed my way through my beast of a door and looked back through the inset circular window. Cian had this sweet, dopey little look on his face and something in it made my heart clench. Maybe he was being sincere or maybe I want him to be so much so that I was willing to see what wasn’t really there. Making any excuse to finally say yes to him.
Chapter 2
You did this to yourself
Standing in the kitchen, I stopped to look around for a moment as I grabbed today’s last batch of glazed donut holes. Shaking off the ridiculous thoughts of Cian and if he was truly interested in me, I was once again struck with sadness as my gaze swept the circumference of the red brick walls lined with all of my precious equipment. My earlier flirtations with Cian seemed to be losing their glow as I grabbed what will most likely be the last happy batch of donuts I made. I gathered myself, shaking off the funk as best I could, and carried the bright yellow tray toward my pink behemoth of a swinging door.
I have no idea what had possessed me to do so, but instead of going through the door with a backward push of my butt, I decided to try and one hand it open in front of me. Trying to make up for the bit of distance my arm had to reach, I put a little too much oomph into it. Instantaneously, I regretted that decision.
It all seemed to happen in slow motion. One minute, I was holding the tray of donut holes in my hands, moving through the swinging door just a tad too forcefully and the next, I felt the tray get flipped. I over corrected my hand movements to stop what would have been the door swinging back to hit me. The tray flipped back, smashing into my chest and I stood there frozen in embarrassment and just stared at the remains of Cian’s order. Some even stuck to my less-than-sizable chest.
Those small balls rolled all over the floor, leaving smears of glaze and heartache in their wake. Did these bits of pastry really mean that much to me? Can I not find a new dream? Will I have to go back home? Questions of What the fuck do I do now? start parading in and a vision of what was to come flashed before my mind’s eye. Me selling each piece of utensil and machinery that had taken me over two years to acquire. Watching as my dream became just a skeleton of a building waiting to be filled again. I swear on all that is holy, I would even miss the smell of the oil. How it would warm just waiting to be used.
I felt him then. His arms wrapped around me. “Aine, are you okay?” He must have been trying to get my attention for a minute because he had never touched me so fully before. Not where I could feel the heat of him against me and not just a hint of what it might be like from the graze of his fingertips.
My vision was wavy, and too late I realized that it was because tears were threating to spill over. When I blinked to remove the moisture from my eyes, I saw Cian’s masculine face. His translucent green eyes spoke volumes and they told a story filled with compassion and worry. It shook me from my spiraling downward thoughts of failure. It was like seeing the moon breaking out from behind the clouds to light a new path. It was still dark all around me, but there was a way out if I just followed the light.
This was not the man I had seen walking through my door like a flirtatious hurricane bent on seduction and it made me all the weaker for it. Suddenly, I was overcome with a need so great I didn’t care that the door was unlocked and that every light was shining down on us to obscure the view outward but to highlight all that was transpiring inside. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to wrap myself around him and get lost in the taste of his lips the clean scent of his skin. The hard line of his body added to the fire stoked within me. There was a nervous tension tightening things low in my body and I shivered in anticipation of what I was about to do.
I threw my arms around his neck, feeling the small hairs that tickled my fingers at the nape. I leaned in slowly and closed my eyes willing him to give this to me. I was close enough to feel the warmth of his minty breath against my lips as he sighed. Instead of feeling the press of his mouth to mine, which was the goal here, I felt his shoulders stiffen where my forearms rested. His hands reached up to undo my grip from around his neck. My eyes remained closed as a different heat flooded my body. The burn of absolute mortification.
I stepped back eyes remaining closed. If I opened them now and saw pity where there was once compassion, I was going to throw up.
“Please leave,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“Aine…”
“No. Please, just go.” My voice sounded flat as I worked to reign in my emotions.
I heard the chime of the front door and opened my eyes. With slow and deliberate movements, I walked to the door. I turned the lock and flipped over the closed sign. Here I thought this day couldn’t get any worse. I was wrong, so damn wrong.
I walked back behind the counter and stepped over the donut hole graveyard. Keeping my focus on only one thought, getting the fuck out of there. I entered the kitchen area, staring down that stupid traitor of a door wanting to kick that beautiful, pink monstrosity. It made me snap into faster motion and I went straight for the circuit breaker and flipped the power off. I didn’t want to go through the process of shutting down everything and going through the meticulous night time cleaning schedule I had painstakingly kept up these last few years.
I grabbed my backpack and made a run for it, taking just enough time to lock the back door and turn the alarm on via my phone. Gotta appreciate technology like that when you are trying to make an escape. The weather was brisk and so was my pace as I made my way to the bus stop. With shoulders hunched and my arms wrapped around my torso, I rued that I didn’t grab my hoodie on
the way out.
The lit bus stop awning was all blocked in by blurry plastic and I looked to it like the last bastion to safety and warmth. At least it would block the cold wind. I stood under the shelter and picked over that entire encounter with Cian. How I threw myself at him and he rejected me. All of the flirting was just that, meaningless flirting. I was so mad at myself. My cheeks flooded an embarrassed crimson and I chastised myself for continuing to think about it.
Thankfully, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket and prayed this worked for a moment of distraction. When I had the phone in hand and saw the caller, I took a deep breath and answered. Yes, this would be exactly what I needed.
Chapter 3
It is good to have an asshole for a friend
An hour after my disastrous day at the Glory Hole, I was sitting on the floor, cross-legged in front of the sofa in my friend Ethan’s apartment. He and I were both on a dating hiatus and commiserated with each other often. Today we did just that. He let me complain while shooting back this evil vodka he happened to have on hand. I looked at the label and shuddered but was not deterred as I gulped back the vile toxin.
“So, you are telling me that after all of the back and forth tension between you and Mr. Sexy incarnate, your words not mine, you finally give in and he freezes up on you?” Ethan asks while handing me the cherry flavored diesel again.
“Please, if I keep thinking about that embarrassing moment, I am going to upchuck this poison all over you.”
