Truck Me All Day Long

By J.D. Walker

Adrian Mitchell is miserable. His boyfriend, Brandon Perez, cheated on him, so he kicks him out of the house. But when a friend points out that Brandon’s cheating is a symptom of a deeper issue -- Adrian being a control freak -- he has to face some harsh truths about himself. Yes, Brandon made a huge mistake, but Adrian isn’t a peach, either.

To get Brandon back, Adrian will have to open up about his past, and why he’s always been afraid to give away control to anyone. He’ll have to convince Brandon that he’s willing to change, because he can’t live without him anymore, cheating be damned. He needs Brandon to come home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Feb 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9781634868068

J.D. Walker

J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, and lover of all things knit and crochet. For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.

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Truck Me All Day Long

By J.D. Walker

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2018 J.D. Walker

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Truck Me All Day Long

By J.D. Walker

Eight months. That’s how long he’s been living at that damn hotel.

Thoughts of my estranged relationship with Brandon Perez swirled in my head constantly. I rubbed my face and tried to refocus on the paperwork before me.

As daylight began to brighten the horizon, I worked at my desk in the office trailer at ConcreteXpress—the company I owned. "It wasn’t as if I did anything wrong," I had told myself, often. He’d been the one to cheat—not me. Brandon broke us.

As the weeks away from my boyfriend turned into months of soul-searching, it finally dawned on me what a selfish bastard I’d been over the years. How could I explain the reason why, though? Would he understand the fear that had lived within me for so long and begged that I not become like the man who’d raised me?

It had happened anyway, without noticing the damage I’d been causing until it was too late. I’d turned into my grandfather, and just like he’d driven me away, I’d done the same thing to my lover.

I remembered the epic shouting match between me and Brandon at the Residence Inn like it was yesterday. It still haunted me to this day.

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How could you do this to me? I shouted. "What could possibly have been going through your mind to think that screwing a twenty-three year old was a smart thing to do? Don’t you have a fucking brain?"

Because you’re a condescending, self-righteous son of a bitch, and I can’t take it anymore! You ask too fucking much. I stared at Brandon, stunned, because he never yelled, ever.

You want me to be this perfect person, he continued, "to do things the way that you think they should be done, simply because it works for you. Well, it doesn’t!"

"Are you saying this is my fault?" I asked, incredulous.

"Maybe part of it is your fault, but it’s mine, too, for letting