I've Found the One I Love: Short and Sweet Series, #16

By Luna Moon

He leaned in and kissed me softly and tenderly. When he pulled away his mouth still hovering near mine, I said,
"You'll regret this in the morning."
"Then let's hope the morning never comes."
And when he kissed me again, his arms wrapped around my waist, I could almost believe it wouldn't.

DESTINY wants nothing more but to get off the streets. Secretly she wants a home where she'll belong. 

LIAM wants his daughter, Chloe, to be happy. His house hasn't felt like a home since his wife died. And frankly he's lonely. 

When Liam meets Destiny at the hospital on a visitation, to Destiny it's the break she was waiting for. But Destiny is keeping a secret from the friendly pastor.

SHE'S A GIRL WITH A PAST. 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Short and Sweet Publishing
• Release date: Oct 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201750329

Luna Moon

LUNA MOON is a writer (or professional chatter - because she cannot SHUT UP! - whichever one works for you) who writes Contemporary Romance Novellas and short stories. She loves coffee, her beautiful shiny cat and her two possibly insane dogs and reading all day long.

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DESTINY

You want to do what?

I want to get off the streets, I said. Don’t you?

I mean, sure, Natasha said. But it’s not that easy.

We were standing by the road, the busiest road in the city, waiting for someone to pull over. I felt the cold of the early morning hours. It was two in the morning to be exact. At least Natasha had a studded jacket on. I looked across the street towards the small clothing store wishing that I had the money to buy myself something warm.

Why couldn’t it be? All we need to do is get a job.

Natasha gave me a look.

You think I haven’t tried that before? she said. Girl, people don’t give jobs to scum like us.

I’m not scum.

She patted my cheek.

I know. But that’s not what they think.

I just want a normal life. I want to have my own place. Have a stupid job that I hate,

I want to go to work early morning on the bus. Wear clothes I bought myself. Not my pimp asshole boyfriend.

A car drove by and a young guy stuck out his head from the passenger seat and cat-called towards us. We didn’t pay attention. We were too used to guys doing that. And we couldn’t really be offended. That was how we kept eating. Men like him.

Speak of which, did you tell him? Natasha asked.

Of course not! He’d rather kill me than let me go.

So what are you gonna do?

I’m going to search for work, I said. And he won’t find out. He’ll think I’m out on the streets. He’s busy today.

Don’t take this the wrong way, she said. But they’d throw you out if you’re dressed like this.

She gestured to my body. 

I looked down at my outfit. A skimpy dress, my killer high heels in my hand–my bare feet hurt from standing and looking pretty the whole time. My hair was a mess because I didn’t have decent products to use. I had cheap makeup on that gave me a raccoon face.

Natasha was right. I didn’t look the part.

I only looked one part. The part I was trying to get away from.

Hooker.

I leaned against the wall, sighing loudly.

I don’t know what I’m gonna do, I said. If I don’t get a job, I’ll be stuck here forever,

"And Sammy’s been