My name is Lindsey. I like extreme gardening, really good beer, obese cats, and my sexy, hot, delicious, yummy, melt in your mouth coworker Rhys. I don't like rude behavior (especially from obese cats), my abusive ex-husband Gary or his mother, and I don't like to share my toothbrush with even the likes of sex gods like Rhys.

Not too long ago, Rhys suddenly became aware of the fact that I am a real life, breathing and thinking woman. Being full-figured and short, I didn't think this would ever be possible. I mean, he's so hot, and while I'm not at all unattractive...it's just that he's so FINE, body and mind. Normally, I don't think that male sluts are at all worthy of my attention, but under all of his booty calls and one nighters, Rhys is actually a very decent guy and I tend to forget - or at least forgive - the fact that he's a philanderer (even though the evidence of this is often a little too close for comfort). I know, you think I'm stupid, right? But he seems to really care for me, and I truly believe that there's some dark secret that keeps him from committing to me. So, if he can only give me pieces at a time until the truth is uncovered, so be it.

But will it cost me my heart in the end? Or something even worse?

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An excerpt from Pieces of Rhys:

Know what I want. Go get it. That's what Rhys said. When I woke up the next morning, I knew that I wanted a doughnut, so I went down into the kitchen and got it
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That WAS satisfying.

If only Rhys was so easy to get. And keep.

I got him, but I wasn't delusional. I didn't have him wholly, and I didn't really know if keeping him was an obtainable option. He wasn't a doughnut.

You're probably wondering why I want someone I can't have. Contrary to popular belief, I don't want him just because I can't have him. He's not a challenge, or else he would already have been conquered. I got him in bed twice and I have his friendship for sure, so that's not it.

Good girls tend to like bad boys. I'm a good girl in the sense that I'm not a hoe bag. Rhys is a bad boy because he is a hoe bag. Many would argue that my challenge is in taming him, halting his philandering ways, but I like him untamed. I don't like his philandering, but he has to want to stop on his own.

Does it really even matter why I want him, though? The fact is that I do, and after yesterday, I feel maybe he wants me a little, too, but I won't get my hopes up about it.