Our Fate

By Cathy Johns

What happens when we break the rules?

One; You get hurt.

It was supposed to be just sex, nothing more. But try explaining that logic to a stubborn heart that's too blind to see.

Shae, she was everything I wanted and didn't want at the same time. I had to walk away but even the distance couldn't keep her further away from me and like fate had it, it brought her back to me.

Only this time, I didn't know what to expect from the girl who owned my heart, and the damage I had caused couldn't be ignored.

I was a coward and I hurt her deep but this time, I'm ready to make it right by her.

But is she ready to hear me out?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cathy Johns
• Release date: Dec 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393052555

Cathy Johns

Let’s start by saying that I’m no saint and I know it but to my mother, I’m an incredible daughter at least that’s what she tells me (which she’s yet to know what I’ve been writing). I’m a sister to seven incredible human beings who I love to the moon and back and an amazing aunt to three nephews and three nieces who I love so dearly. My family means the world to me, without them I don’t know what I’d do. I’m a Kenyan based new author who has just joined the book world. I reside from one of the most beautiful and stunning part of this fantastic world. Africa, Nairobi, Kenya. I grew up in a small village in Rift Valley (that’s a province here in Kenya) where I learned life the hard way but still taught me how to face it and take it with an open mind. I had a remarkable childhood where I was surrounded by my family and friends. My writing started as a healing process when my doctor gave me a pen and notebook and asked me to make use of them as a way to express my inner feelings after falling into depression. Reading and getting lost in the world of words and peoples remarkable thoughts has always been the greatest form of escape and the most magical journeys for me. There will be happily ever after’s as well as intense stories that will leave you hopeful and longing for one true love. This is going to be an epic journey through my mind so I hope you enjoy the chaos oh and the voices you’ll get used to them. Love,  Cathy Johns

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Contents:

Contents:

Copyright

Author Note

About the Book

Prologue

Shae

Shae

Marcus

Shae

Marcus

Shae

Marcus

Shae

Epilogue

Marcus

***Sneak Peek***

Chapter One

Hope

Chapter Two

Taylor

Acknowledgement

About the Author

Stalk Me:

Other works by Cathy Johns

Copyright © Cathy Johns,2019

FIRST EDITION: February 2018

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The author acknowledges all songs titles, song lyrics, film titles, mentioned in this book are the property of, and belong to, their respective owners.

Cathy Johns is in no way affiliated with any of the brands, songs, musicians or artists mentioned in this book.

Editing: Pam Ebeler of www.undividedediting.com

Cover Design: Tammy Clark of Graphics by Tammy

Formatting by Susan Horsnell

WARNING: This book contains explicit material intended for mature audience! It contains adult language and explicit sexuality. Not intended for readers under the age of 18.

Author Note

Please note that this story was previously part of an anthology so it was intended (and required) to be a certain length. It is a complete story with an HEA.

This story was part of It Started With A Kiss: Anthology. There have been changes to the content of the story.

About the Book

What happens when we break the rules?

One; You get hurt.

It was supposed to be just sex, nothing more. But try explaining that logic to a stubborn heart that’s too blind to see.

Shae, she was everything I wanted and didn't want at the same time. I had to walk away but even the distance couldn’t keep her further away from me and like fate had it, it brought her back to me.

Only this time, I didn't know what to expect from the girl who owned my heart, and the damage I had caused couldn’t be ignored.

I was a coward and I hurt her deep but this time, I’m ready to make it right by her.

But is she ready to hear me out?

Prologue

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Shae

Past

It started with a kiss a few years back, a kiss I couldn’t stop thinking of every time I licked or brushed my fingers against my lips. I never saw it coming, nor did I see myself falling for the one man I wasn’t supposed to fall for. It was supposed to be sheer unadulterated sex, nothing more than a physical attraction between two people who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. But just like it had started, it ended with a goddamn kiss.

The same kiss that rendered me powerless with the way he consumed me, taking what he needed from me while he made love to me, nice and slow. He made me feel that day, he made me feel everything as our bodies became one, our hearts pounding against our chests, creating a rhythm of their own.

Our first encounter was in the elevator. Where I was minding my own business, scrolling through my phone, scrolling through Facebook like the next person who can’t seem to control themselves when it comes to social media, then the next minute… Boom.

Everything was shaking with the elevator coming to a stop and there I was, in his arms. His touch sending shivers all over my body, something I’d never felt before, while my treacherous body leaned in on its own free will, making me brush my lips against his. I didn’t want to kiss him, but hell, the urge was too strong for me to deny it.

I wanted to know how his downward-turned lips would feel against mine. Were they as soft as they looked? Or would they be rough when they consumed mine? Would they make me feel like I was about to lose my goddamn mind? And want more of them? Or just another reminder of the many frogs I’d kissed before? And the hand that was wrapped around my tiny waist was a reminder of how dangerously close I was to him.

In that moment, when my mind didn’t scream at me for not having some sense of self-control, he was a stranger, and I wanted him. I wanted the fine—hot as fuck—specimen that had eyes that could see right through my soul, then I could pick up my commonsense later after I was done with him.

But little did I know that he was going to be my new addiction.

He ignited pure, loving, sweet torture every time his calloused fingers grazed my body and every time his sinful mouth crashed on mine, taking what he needed, giving me what I craved for but that last day, everything about him was…meticulously planned.

I felt every little thing he did to me, hell, even the unspoken words that went unsaid as he gazed into my eyes. I wanted to get the words out and tell him how I felt, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t bare my heart to him because he took the initiative to express everything, he felt in one consuming kiss after making love to me.

The kiss felt so much more but still, it felt like he was saying goodbye.

It’s true we had known each other in ways that only lovers do, sharing a few things about ourselves during our countless hookups. I shouldn’t even be calling them hook-ups because some felt more than that. Some felt like we were conveying our souls to each other, yet it wasn’t enough to put a label on what we shared and for a year, I thought things were looking up, to becoming more than ‘no strings attached kind of commitment’ but I guess we were both afraid of ruining things.

We’d been seeing each other for a year. We never made promises to each other, but every day proved difficult for me because I was falling for him, hard and fast, and I couldn’t control whatever my stupid heart felt, even when I knew from the beginning that we weren’t supposed to be more than what we were.

I was attached, hell, I was already hooked, to him, to everything he did to me. From the amazing mind-blowing sex that left me unable to walk straight for days, to the way his hands felt against my body, tracing every curve like some roadmap as they held me securely, and the way his eyes drilled into mine when no word was enough to say what we both felt, ruining me for any other man who’d come after him.

Marcus Jackson was my special kind of drug.

At least that’s what Marcus was to me, three years ago. Years that feel like he walked out of my life just the other day.

Sometimes, I miss him to a point I don’t want to wake up from my bed and face another day, but there are days I want to hate him for shredding me into pieces, never giving me a sign that he was about to wreck my life apart. He walked out of my life without a forwarding address.

All he did was kiss me one last time before packing his bags and leaving town.

Shae

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Now

I turn the volume high, "Race for the Sun" by 3 Doors Down blaring from my car speakers with the roof of my Mazda MX-5 Miata down, the wind blowing my hair all over the place.