Temptation & Trouble: A MFM Romance

by Kelli Callahan

  Temptation & Trouble

  MFM Romance

  Kelli Callahan

  Contents

  1. Kacey

  2. Kacey

  3. Harlan

  4. Kacey

  5. Harlan

  6. Gabe

  7. Kacey

  8. Kacey

  9. Harlan

  10. Gabe

  11. Kacey

  12. Harlan

  13. Gabe

  14. Kacey

  15. Kacey

  16. Harlan

  17. Kacey

  Smoke And Fire Sneak Peek

  Also by Kelli Callahan:

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Kacey

  “Are you drunk? Kacey, look at me!” My mother met me at the door and caught me before I could stumble into the wall. “This again? You’re twenty years old! You’re not even old enough to drink!”

  “I’m fine, I just want to go to bed.” I could still taste the alcohol on my tongue when I spoke, so I knew there was no hiding my intoxication.

  “You’re not fine!” She held my arm as I tried to pull away. “We’re going to have a long conversation about this tomorrow.”

  “I don’t want to talk.” I broke free from her grasp but stumbled again. “Just leave me alone!”

  “This is the last time you come home drunk, Kacey. I’m not putting up this kind of behavior anymore!” My mother folded her arms across her chest as I walked towards the hall.

  “What’s going on?” I heard a squeaky voice and looked down the hallway to see my younger sister rubbing her eyes. “Why are you yelling at each other?”

  “Go back to bed, Lucy.” I stumbled past her and grabbed my doorknob. “I’m fine.”

  “Mommy, what’s wrong with Kacey?” Lucy’s voice was agitated and confused.

  “I said I’m fine!” I turned and yelled at my sister before slamming my door in anger.

  “You heard your sister—go back to bed.” My mother’s voice echoed in the hallway and then I heard her door close with a thud.

  I walked across my bedroom and started peeling off clothes as I continued to stumble. I managed to strip down to my panties before crashing into the bed and falling across the mattress. I knew the morning would be filled with regret, but I needed to sleep before I faced my mother’s wrath. I was sure her threat was an empty one. It wasn’t the first time I had come home drunk and it wouldn’t be the last. It had been an everyday occurrence for so long that I lost track of the last time I went to bed without enough alcohol in my system to pass out.

  Usually, my mother was already asleep when I came stumbling in the house, so I wasn’t sure if she realized exactly how bad it truly was. The few times she was awake, she threatened me, but they were empty threats. They certainly weren’t enough to make me stop. I went a little further than normal since it was Friday night and I didn’t have to work the next day. The alcohol numbed everything inside me and it was the only way I managed to cope with all of the things that went wrong in my life. I might have been on a downward spiral, but I was a long way from rock bottom.

  Oh yeah, this hangover is going to be a fucking bitch.

  I woke up with dry eyes and a splitting headache. When I sat up in bed, I felt my stomach do a somersault and some of the liquor I drank the night before rumbled up into my esophagus. It tasted vile going down and the aftertaste was putrid. My body was covered in sweat, and even my perspiration smelled like vodka. I grabbed my shirt and wiped the drool from my mouth. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and hardly recognized the face staring back at me.

  People used to say I was beautiful, but the girl in the mirror was disgusting. I ran my fingers through my light brown hair, flattened it the best I could, and found my cleanest dirty shirt. I needed something in my stomach that wasn’t fermented, and although the thought of eating made me want to hurl, I knew I wasn’t going to feel better unless I did.

  I stepped out of my room once I had some clothes on and held my hand up to block the light from the window at the end of the hallway. The smell of bacon and coffee drew me towards the kitchen. I didn’t really want to face my mother, but my need for sustenance was stronger than the fear of her wrath. I made it to the end of the hallway without throwing up, which I considered to be a small victory. If I could get some food in me, the nausea would start to pass. I had become an expert in curing hangovers, which wasn’t something I was especially proud of, but it was necessary.

  “Sit down, Kacey. We are going to have this conversation whether you want to or not.” My mother glared across her coffee cup as I walked into the kitchen.

  “Where’s Lucy?” I looked over my shoulder into the living room where she would normally be watching Saturday morning cartoons.

  “I asked her to go outside for a while, so we could talk.” My mother motioned to the chair. “Please sit down.”

  “Fuck, let me get something to eat first.” I walked past her and felt her hand on my arm.

  “No, sit down—now!” My mother’s temper flared, and she pointed at the chair with authority.

  She really doesn’t understand how bad I need to eat something.

  “Okay, fine, let’s get it over with.” I pulled out the chair and took a seat. “I’m sorry. I had too much to drink. It won’t happen again.”

  “I’m tired of hearing that spiel from you. I believed it the first couple of times, but it doesn’t even sound like you mean it anymore.” She sighed and put her coffee cup on the table.

  “I don’t know what you want from me!” I folded my arms across my chest and stared at the table. “I’m doing the best I can.”

  “If this is your best—god help you, Kacey!” She exhaled sharply and slammed her hand down on the table so hard I jumped. “I’ve tried to be understanding, but this has to end. I know it sucks to lose someone you love, but you can’t keep doing this.”

  “Lose someone? I didn’t lose him. He fucking cheated on me!” I lifted my head and felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I thought you would be understanding, considering that Dad did the same thing to you.”

  “You don’t think I would have loved to just drink away my pain every night? I had two girls to take care of. I didn’t get that luxury.” She shook her head angrily. “Yes, it sucks. It isn’t fair. But guess what, Kacey—life isn’t always fair. Sometimes you just have to slap a smile on your face, fix your fucking makeup, and put one foot in front of the other.”

  “Yep, and you keep putting one foot in front of the other until you get to the bar—and if your fake ID don’t work, you keep going until you get to the next one.” I glared at her and shrugged. “I’m dealing it in my own way.”

  “Not anymore.” She blinked a couple of times and pursed her lips together. “Not while you live under my roof. The next time you walk through that door smelling like booze will be the last time you step foot in this house.”

  “You’re going to throw me out?” I scoffed and my lip twisted in disgust. “Fine, I don’t want to live here anymore anyway.”

  Even if I have no idea where the hell I’m going to go.

  I went back to my room and broke down in tears. I regretted what I said, especially when I realized what it meant, but my pride prevented me from trying to take back my words. I pulled a duffel bag out of my closet and started packing some clothes. I wasn’t really sure where I would go, but I had a few friends that would let me stay with them for a couple of days. That would give me some time to figure out the rest of it. I filled the duffel bag with as much as it could hold and realized I needed a lot more room. I pulled the roller bag from the top of my closet that I normally took on vacation and started filli
ng it as well. Most of my stuff was going to stay, but I would at least have enough to avoid coming back for a while.

  “Are you going somewhere, Kacey?” I heard Lucy’s voice behind me and turned to see a worried look on her six year old face.

  “I’m going on—a trip.” I tried to force a smile on my lips so she wouldn’t worry. “I’ll see you again soon.”

  “Mom’s really mad.” She walked into my room and sat down on the bed. “She won’t tell me why. Is this because of what happened last night?”

  “Don’t ever fall in love, Lucy.” I reached over and patted her shoulder. “Love is—love is shit.”

  “Okay.” A smile spread across her face. “Love is shit, got it!”

  “Wait, maybe don’t say that around Mom.” I brought my finger to my lips and hushed her. “That’s our secret.”

  “I got a secret!” Lucy jumped off the bed and ran towards her room.

  Oh yeah, she’s totally going to say that in front of Mom. At least I won’t be here to incur more wrath.

  I finished packing my bags and walked over to my jewelry box. Most of it was worthless costume jewelry, although there were a few pieces I had received as gifts that had a little value. In the center was the most valuable piece of all—the ring that Chad put on my finger when he asked me to be his wife. He never even asked for it back. I might have shoved it down his throat if he had. The ring was the one thing that could always bring a smile to my face during the two years I wore it. I was young and stupid then. I believed that high school love could last forever. I should have been planning for college instead of a wedding, but I was blinded by the trust I put in him. He was blinded by lust.

  He could have had me anytime he wanted, yet he chose to sleep with the school slut instead of taking my virginity.

  I had loved Chad so much that I would have done anything he asked. I wanted to do a lot more than feel him cum through his pants. I certainly wanted him to do a lot more than bring me to orgasm with a finger on my panties. I didn’t care about the abstinence pledge we took when we were teenagers. We were going to be husband and wife. The wedding wasn’t permission in my mind, no matter how many times the preacher at our church screamed about the dangers of sin. Chad had no problem sinning with someone else, yet I was off limits until our wedding day. Thinking about it still made me sink into a pit of mental despair, even though it had been almost two years since we split up. It would only be a few months until the ring had been in my jewelry box longer than it had been on my finger.

  Fuck it. I need money. This ring would be a lot better in a pawn shop than sitting in my jewelry box.

  “You don’t have to go, Kacey.” My mother met me at the end of the hallway. “I want you to get help, if that’s what you need. I’ll even pay for a psychiatrist.”

  “Take care of Lucy. Don’t let her make the same mistakes I made.” I rolled my luggage bag past her and started walking towards the door.

  “My door is always open, as long as you come home sober.” There was sorrow in her voice, and it cracked when she spoke.

  “Bye, Mom.” I looked over my shoulder one last time when I got to the door. “I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me.”

  There were tears in my eyes when I stepped out on the porch and slammed the door behind me. I was officially on my own. My future wasn’t exactly bright. I didn’t have a very good job, my high school diploma wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on without a college degree to go with it, and I was homeless. I needed somewhere to stay for the night, and a friend named Abby offered her couch, so I took it. It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it was somewhere to rest my head after I did as much damage as I could at the bar. I dropped off my stuff, showered, and lounged around, just staring at my phone until it was an acceptable time to start drinking.

  Okay, here we go again.

  Chapter Two

  Kacey

  One week later

  “I’m sorry, ma’am. Your card has been declined.” The bartender walked over and put my credit card on the counter in front of me.

  “What?” I blinked in surprise and picked it up. “No way.”

  “I’m afraid so.” He shrugged and tilted his head to the side. “I’ll need a valid credit card if you want to start a tab, otherwise you can just pay in cash.”

  “Seriously? I come in here all the time!” I grabbed my wallet and opened it.

  Fuck, I don’t have any cash.

  “Yes, and since you do, I’m sure you know the rules.” He turned and pointed to the sign above the bar.

  “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and put my wallet back in my purse. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  “Actually, why don’t you put her drinks on my tab.” The man next to me lifted his head and smiled. “Hey, Kacey.”

  “Mr. Yancy?” I blinked in surprise. “Wow, how long has it been?”

  “A long time.” He leaned closer once the bartender walked away to fix my drink. “But not long enough for simple math to tell me that you aren’t twenty-one.”

  Oh shit.

  “I should go.” I clutched my purse close and slid off the stool.

  “Stay, I’m not going to call your Dad or anything.” He patted the stool. “I’ll buy you a couple of drinks and make sure you get home. I was your age once.”

  “Okay.” I looked at him nervously and sat back down. “Thank you, Mr. Yancy.”

  “Please don’t call me Mr. Yancy. It makes me feel old.” He chuckled and lifted the glass of whiskey in front of him. “You can call me Harlan.”

  “Thank you—Harlan.” I smiled and reached for my drink when the bartender brought it over.

  I remembered Harlan. He always came to the annual barbecues my father threw to kick off the college football season. That wasn’t the only reason I remembered Harlan, though. I used to have a huge crush on him when I was younger. That felt like a lifetime ago. It was before my father got caught cheating on my mother and they got divorced. It was before I fell head over heels in love with Chad and got my heart broken. The years hadn’t changed Harlan much, even if he was a little older. He still had a jaw that looked like it could carve stone and dark colored eyes that seemed to stare straight into my soul when he looked at me. Judging by the way his shirt clung to his upper body, it looked like he had added even more muscle to what was already an incredible physique.

  “So, how’s the wife?” I sipped my drink and casually looked down at his finger—which was empty.

  “I don’t know.” He shrugged and drained the last drop of whiskey from his glass. “We got divorced last year and I hear she’s already engaged to someone else.”

  “Oh shit, I’m sorry.” I looked down at the bar and sighed.

  Open mouth, insert heel.

  “Nothing to be sorry about, unless you were fucking her too.” He motioned for another drink. “Hopefully you didn’t have to wait in line too long.”

  “Seriously?” I exhaled sharply and felt my jaw tighten. “Is it fucking impossible for two people to actually stay faithful to each other?”

  “I guess so.” He picked up his new drink when it arrived. “I don’t even try anymore. One trip to the altar was enough for me.”

  “I didn’t even make it that far.” I sighed and blinked when a tear tried to form in the corner of my eye. “The asshole couldn’t even marry me before he cheated.”

  “I figured you were talking about your parents. I didn’t realize you got engaged.” His eyebrows raised in shock. “Aren’t you a little young to be thinking about marriage?”

  The conversation led to Chad, and I couldn’t turn it off once I started talking about him. With the alcohol starting to churn in my stomach and enter my bloodstream, I also couldn’t stop the tears from coming. We paused the discussion briefly when my glass was empty, and Harlan led me to one of the tables in the corner of the bar. It was a lot better than bawling in front of all of the people that had started to notice my tears. The last thing I wanted to do when I walked in the
bar was start talking about the asshole that ruined my life. Still, it felt good to have someone to listen. My friends were as tired of hearing me talk about him as I was of saying his name, so I kept everything bottled up most of the time.

  “You know what I would do to that motherfucker if he was right here in front of me? I’d punch him in the damn face.” Harlan reached across the table and took my hand. “Seriously, you’re a beautiful young woman. You’re going to make someone extremely happy one day. Hell, if I was a little younger, I’d keep buying you drinks until you went home with me.”

  “You aren’t that old.” I scoffed and blinked away the last of my tears and looked down at my glass. “Besides, you can’t even keep my glass full as it is.”

  “Damn.” Harlan shook his head several times as if he was trying to get rid of a thought. “I should probably call it a night before I forget I’m old enough to be your father.”

  “You are not.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m pretty sure you were his youngest friend.”

  “I’m thirty-five. You’re what—nineteen?” He lifted his eyebrow and tilted his head.

  “Twenty.” I smiled proudly. “See, you’re not old enough to be my Daddy.”

  “I don’t know what you were doing at fifteen…” He chuckled and started to stand. “Let’s just say I’m damn lucky I didn’t end up with a kid your age.”

  At fifteen? Wow, and here I am sitting on my cherry five years later.

  I said goodbye to Harlan and decided to call it a night. He offered to give me a ride home, but I declined. I wasn’t drunk enough for a hangover but getting all of my emotions out had helped curb my desire for alcohol. It also didn’t seem like I had much of a choice since my credit card was declined. I could have hit up the ATM, but I really didn’t want to dip into the money I got from the engagement ring unless it was absolutely necessary. It wasn’t very far to Abby’s apartment, so I decided to just walk. I wouldn’t have been able to do that normally if I was blitzed, but I was far from being overly drunk. There was a time when a few drinks would leave me tipsy, but my tolerance had built up to the point that it barely did more than give me a mild buzz.