The Girl and Her Men: Curvy and Wanted

By JA Lafrance

What happens when life throws you a giant curveball?
Teagan
He's gone and I watched her drive away with him. Dominick has been a huge support, one that I may have developed feelings for.
Dominick
Watching him deal with the kidnapping, brings us closer. I hope that when we find his child we can find a woman that accepts what we have and what we will have.
Carmen
Why would someone kidnap their own child? I don't get it, she obviously didn't want the child.
What happens when a rescue is attempted?
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: JA Lafrance
• Release date: Nov 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386956464

JA Lafrance

JA resides in Northern Ontario Canada but is originally from the Capital of Ontario.She is married to her loving husband and has three beautiful children.When she is not locked in her writing cave she works with the board of education as a supply Educational Assistant.She loves watching hockey and Soccer and enjoys talking to the many people she has made friends with.She enjoys a good joke and can usually be seen with a smile on her face and a joke on her lips.

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Prologue

Teagan

Why? That’s all the questions I seem to have.

Why on that day? That day is forever going to be labeled the worst day for me, but the best day for my friends.

Why didn’t I protect him better? I mean, I had all the right things in place. A top-notch security system and all the legal work filed with the courts.

Why didn’t I take her threat seriously? I did though, as soon as she uttered the threat.

It continually replays in my head on one continuous loop, I will be back when you least expect it.

As I start to close my eyes, already way past drunk and well into falling down, the reel begins to play behind my eyes.

The images that play make this living nightmare a constant on my mind. I just can’t shake that day away.

Cammy and Ross were married at my house in the backyard, a small wedding with family and a friend of Cammy’s from her work.

Dominick has been dancing with the friend for most of the night, and when he isn’t, I was.

Her soft curves and gorgeous long blond hair have both Dominick and me captivated.

She feels fantastic in my arms, and I wonder what it would feel like to have her between us while one pushes in and the other pulls out. The friction of two cocks in one female makes me want to start this party now.

Just as I am about to approach the pair and suggest we take this up to my bedroom, the alarm on my watch goes off.

It’s set to the monitor in Jacob’s room and goes off when he is off the mat. This happens a lot since he is like a little wiggle worm.

Figuring that he rolled off the mat, I slowly make my way to his bedroom.

He will be two years old soon, sometimes he plays, and I love to catch him because he makes me smile and laugh. It always sounds like he is babbling to one of his toys.

When I reach the top of the stairs and get to the door, I don’t hear his usual babble or screeching. This makes me worry.

When I open the door, he is not in his crib. Maybe he has learned to escape? I walk to the closet hoping that he has decided to explore the room, but he is not there.

I begin to panic, and when I slowly look around the room, I notice his window is wide open.

Rushing to the window, I see the one woman I have hated since she told me she was going to take my son. I had all the right things in place to stop her from ever getting near him, but it looks like the one thing I didn’t do was put up an electrical fence.

She stands by a beat-up rust bucket, looking up at Jacob’s window with an evil smile.

Then she waves and jumps into the car. I try to calm my anger, so I can get a description of the vehicle. Grabbing one of Jacob’s diapers, I write down that the car is orange and covered in rust spots, from where I am standing I can’t get the make or model of the vehicle, nor can I read the license plate. I do note that it is a smaller car with only two doors.

Jacob is sitting on her lap, he’s not in a seat, and he is screaming and flailing his little arms.

I run down the stairs and out into the backyard. With a roar, The bitch took my fucking son!

I take off in a sprint down the street to see if I can catch which way they went.

The dream or fuck it, the nightmare, always makes me jerk awake, and get even angrier than the day before.

I know there are only two ways I can deal with this, either curl up into a ball and let the hurt and the pain break me, or stand up, shake off what is happening in my life, and make a statement.

Option three is what I always end up doing. Walking over to the liquor cabinet I have stocked daily, shit, sometimes even twice a day, I grab the two brand-new bottles of Tequila and open them taking a hearty gulp of the first bottle. That’s right, my option three is to drown or potentially poison myself with booze until I figure out how to get my boy back. I know the irony in that, but I refused to be the little bitch that cries all the time.

Chapter One

Teagan

How could I not have seen it? The day Sarah showed up at my door wouldn’t be one I forgot anytime soon.

I’m patiently waiting for Dominick to get here to discuss what we are going to do with the revelation that Sarah is pregnant.

Remembering what it was like with Sarah when I thought she was innocent and pure, makes me instantly hard, but I stop short of taking care of myself when there is a knock on my door.

Thinking that its Dominick, I swing open the door ready to tell him to sit down we have shit to talk about, but instead, I stare directly into the eyes of the bitch herself. Sarah.

She sends me an evil smirk and then steps into my house, pushing me to the side.

You guys think you have me beat. What you and the loser squad don’t know is I have people watching and waiting. I’m taking this kid away from you, starting now. She laughs and is gone back out the door.

I don’t entirely understand what she means. She’s crazy, but it sets in when I receive a phone call from her dad. He stated she’s gone, and he has no idea where she may have gone.

I can’t believe she took off with my kid. I mean, she has my child growing in her, and she is running, not doing what a proper mother should do.

I swore a blue streak when she admitted that she used a turkey baster to impregnate herself to trap me. Who does that? Someone desperate that’s who!

I wasted no time contacting my lawyer and getting the custody battle ready. I already have the room set up with all neutral colors and the hospital on standby for when she goes in for delivery.

Then yesterday her dad phones me and tells me she ran away.

I thanked him for calling me, and as soon as I hung up the phone, I put it in my pocket and put my fist through a plate glass window.

Then I called my lawyer to find out how I can protect my child from this woman.

It’s been three weeks since I found out that Sarah is having my baby.

I am beyond pissed that nobody knows where she is, and it seems like nobody cares that a woman is out there pregnant and potentially harming the precious life that is growing in her.

I hired a private investigator the afternoon I found out that she left, and I also took out an advertisement in the national newspaper. I tried to do an Amber Alert, but the child isn’t born. I know that it was a desperate measure, but I need Sarah to come back, and I need to make sure my child is safe.

Yes, this child was a shock to me, but ever since I found out my heart has taken on protective mode. Protect what is mine!

A few people have called saying they have seen her. All the calls have been a dead end or too late because she already moved on.

In the meantime, I have taken over Ross’s man-whore title. Once I called things off with Jessica, I decided that I needed to fly and sample all the amazingly talented selection of women.

I have been savoring blondes, brunettes, redheads, even one with multi-color hair, doesn’t matter to me. They jump on; I get them off a few times and then kick their asses out the door, so I can jerk off in the shower. I never have an orgasm without using my own hand, that’s what got me into this predicament.

I have also taken the precaution of buying condoms that have spermicide. Just in case one of them decides they can do what Sarah did. I mean come on; every man finds that one woman who drives him to the brink of sanity, so taking this precaution just protects me from when I get orgasm brain.

The anger in me over Sarah is growing the longer she is away. I will not allow some underhanded bitch of a woman, who tried to trap me, raise my kid.

Now here I am with this woman I’ve been using for the last few days to fuck out some of my anger, which I got to say—hasn’t worked out well for me.

I have no clue what her name is, I am using her tight body as a fuck toy. I know that makes me insensitive but, I just don’t see the point in finding someone when they all seem to be out to get one thing, money, and notoriety.

We are supposed to be meeting Cammy, Ross, Tyler, Cadence, and Dominick at The Pig’s Head Pub, and right now, I am standing outside by my car while this chick yells at me about my choice of date places.

Listen, sweetheart, I start to say, but I’m interrupted when she yells out MY NAME IS PORSHA!

My whole body tenses.

What? I whisper.

You heard me, my name is Porsha, now let’s get this little meet and greet over, so we can go home and play Naughty School Girl and the Professor, she says and ends up purring.

I shake my head and start to walk toward the door.

When we walk inside, and I spot the group, I walk toward them, but I’m pulled back by Porsha’s next statement, Oh, this is going to be fun, that bitch is here with her huge best friend.

I walk ahead of Porsha to try to get to the table first.

I didn’t know who she was, I swear, Cadence, I state and start to panic and hope Cadence and Cammy aren’t going to hate me.

I look at Cadence and see the confusion written all over her face until she hears the voice behind me.

You brought me here to sit with Cadence, the one person and her gross sidekick who single-handedly put me in jail. Really? Porsha screeches.

I blank out the rest of the conversation as I am so focused on the panicked look on Cadence’s face and the red blush that has crawled up Cammy’s neck.

You have got to be kidding me. What is with all you hot guys? What is there, a chubby chasers club that I don’t know about? Porsha yells.

Miss? I can’t believe how rude you have been to these nice people, the patron behind Tyler states.

I turn to look at Porsha and say, I’m done, lose my number and the numbers of all the men at this table and remember, jailbird, these beautiful women you see before you are with the men that are wrapped around them. They love with their whole hearts, and the men love them just the way they are. You need to get going, and I point toward the door.

People start to clap and cheer as Porsha stomps her boney ass out.

I’m so sorry, Cadence. I didn’t know her name until she screeched in the parking lot, I whisper.

Cadence and Cammy stand and wrap their arms around me.

As I wrap my arms around both girls and lay my head on Cadence’s, I think to myself that it’s time to slow down.

Teagan, it’s okay, sit and have a drink with us, Cadence whispers.

I nod my head and slide in beside Dominick and the waitress who is making out until Cammy makes a comment.

These people are my family. It’s time to pull myself out of the issues I have been creating.

I need to focus on finding Sarah and my kid. I need to gain control of myself.

My phone rings as I lift the beer to take a sip.

Teagan Creed speaking, how may I help you? I answer.

A-A-Are you the Teagan Creed that is looking for Sarah Maddison? the feminine voice whispers into the phone.

Yes, I say and flash my eyes up to Tyler. He catches my look and arches his eyebrows.

M-M-My n-n-n-name is Liza; I am in Perth, Ontario. I have something you are looking for. Liza states as if she is selling something.

Is she right there with you? I ask.

Yes, sir, you need this fine piece before it’s too late, Liza says again.

Keep her with you, I am on my way. Can I please have your address? I ask and stand up from the table.

I head for the door, and as I get to my car, I turn and realize my family has all followed me.

Liza gives me the address, and I repeat it out loud for the group to hear.

Teag, I’ll fly you out there let’s go, Tyler says.

I nod and walk toward my car. My thoughts going