Resistant: Fever Island

By Sinn Sable

I'm going to show her she deserves to be loved.

She's so sexy, and she doesn't even know it.

It's a shame she hasn't been shown before but, now that I'm here, I'll do everything I can to help her see how great she is.

Angie may be stubborn, and a little shy.

But none of that worries me.

I'm just as stubborn.

The fact that we have to work together on this house gives me all the reason I need to be around her, to get to know her… to make her mine!

She may be playing hard to get, but I'm know she likes me too.

One thing is for sure…

I'm coming to Fever Island to build this house, and I may just end up staying…

For good!

• Language: English
• Publisher: KW Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Nov 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201023751

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Resistant

A Novella

Sinn Sable

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KW Publishing, LLC

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Contents

1. Angie

2. Noah

3. Angie

4. Noah

5. Angie

6. Noah

7. Epilogue

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About the Author

Copyright

Chapter one

Angie

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There’s nothing better, in my personal opinion, than feeling the wind whipping through your hair and the water gliding between your fingers as you ride a wave. The spray of the salty ocean in your face, the sensation of weightlessness floating until you hit the crest. It’s the single most joy I experience in life.

I feel kind of pathetic. But aside from real estate, surfing is all I know, and the only thing that relaxes me and clears my head. I knew when I left Texas that I had to be around the water. Surfing lessons aside, I was bound and determined to make all of those horrid family vacations count for something. If you could even call them that.

I know it makes little sense. Most people think growing up wealthy is a dream, but only because they will most likely never get to experience wealth the way I have. It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be. Especially with my family. It’s difficult being raised by a narcissistic mother and a father that could care less if you’re alive. I swear they only decided to have children because it was the expected thing to do. After having me, my mother figured I’d messed her body up enough and so she stopped there.

We would go on extravagant vacations, usually near some beach so my mother could wear the skimpiest clothes she owned and could relish all the men drooling over her, even entertaining some of them when my father was off working. He was always working. Vacations were a way to get me and my mom out of his hair so he could find the next company to take over.

My mother, busy soaking in all the ogling eyes, would find ways to entertain me where she didn’t have to be bothered to watch me. She would hire caretakers to take me around and show me the sights. You know, shit parents are supposed to do. It was on a trip to Hawaii when I was nine that they paired me with a surfing instructor.

I was not open to the idea at first, but I had nothing else to do or anyone else to hang out with, so I did the lessons. And I’ll never forget the first time I could ride a wave all the way through. I felt elated and was hooked. My instructor said I caught on quick, and soon he and I were riding waves together. I never wanted to leave after that. But we eventually made our way back to Houston, although I surfed at every beach we visited.

When I turned eleven, I begged my parents to allow me to go to public school. I was tired of being around a bunch of fake girls who only cared about how they looked. They all acted just like my mother, and I despised them. Plus, I wasn’t the prettiest, so the boys never went for me either. My parents relented, mostly to get me out of their hair, and let me go to a regular school. That’s where I met my best friend, Jorden.

She and I were inseparable. Even though she didn’t come from money, we never treated each other different. We just loved each other for who we were. I could get her to attend many of our vacations on the idea that she would keep me entertained and away from my mother. Those were the best times ever.

We would explore the cities, try new food, flirt with boys, and surf, of course, although I don’t think she ever took to it like I did. Jorden is stunning, and the men were drawn to her over me almost always. I minded little because I’m so awkward; I don’t even really know how to act around them. She had no issues, and it only got worse as she matured and grew the curves I could only wish for.

I’ve always been skinny and small. My mousy brown hair never seems to want to act right and my abnormally green eyes have attracted no one, despite the memes of greenies staring wide-eyed into the camera with their lips in a pout. Nope. I’m just an average woman who’s only been kissed once, and that was on a dare.

Despite my upbringing, I’m pretty down-to-earth, which is why I feel Jorden and I get along so well. She’s always told me that if I never told her I came from money, she never would’ve known. I told her it’s because I hate money and how it makes people act.

My mother and father don’t give two shits about me as a person or my