Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
But I couldn’t blame her for being doubtful. Or guarded about me. Tonight was the first time she’d met me, and two hours later she found out I was pregnant and her son was the father. Getting to know each other was going to take time. I glanced around the reception area full of Kings and their Queens. This whole environment was going to take time to get used to.
Needing to use the bathroom, I excused myself and walked along a long hallway until I found it. Inside it was empty and I was relieved, after the frenzied attention from everyone at the reception I needed five minutes of peace and quiet. I took a moment in the stall to catch my breath and close my eyes against the world. This was happening. I was becoming a part of this MC whether I’d planned to or not. If the last twenty minutes had shown me anything it was that I might not be a member of the club but I was carrying a King’s baby and that made me someone in this club. I thought of Caleb and smiled. Through all the craziness, his attention never wavered, always casting a protective eye in my direction, even when the old ladies swarmed around me and separated us, he’d maintained a watchful eye over me.
I exhaled and felt any reservations about Caleb leave me. I felt good. Happy. And for the first time, relaxed and confident that we knew what we were doing and nothing could stand in our way.
When I left the cubicle, I noticed a blonde girl at the sink, checking her make-up and fixing her long hair. As I washed my hands, our eyes met in the mirror.
“I think you’re very brave,” she said.
Her tone grabbed my attention.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
Her eyes dropped to my stomach and then returned to mine in the mirror.
“Caleb isn’t known for his commitment. He loses interest real quick, if you know what I mean.” She flounced her hair and adjusted her large boobs in the low-cut top she had on. A gold necklace with the name Tiffani glinted in the harsh fluorescent light. “He’s always been that way. Always looking for new pussy. I mean, we thought that maybe he had changed when he hooked up with Brandi. But, well, not even she could tame him.”
She stepped away from the mirror and turned to look at me. Again, her eyes swept over me, one eyebrow lifting. “And if Brandi couldn’t keep him interested, what chance do you have?”
My jaw dropped.
“Oh, don’t look so shocked. I’m simply keeping it real. Telling you how it is. You know, girl code and all that.”
There was absolutely no girl code in anything she had just said. It was pure vitriolic bullshit. Probably motivated by a burn from the man himself.
“So when did he turn you down?” I asked casually, drying my hands with a paper towel.
Her glossy lips parted with a scowl. “Come again?”
“Caleb. When did he turn you down? Or has it been so many times you’ve lost count? ”
Her confidence slipped, only briefly, but long enough for me to know I was right.
Her eyes narrowed and she dug her tongue into her cheek as she smirked. “Don’t think for a moment that this baby changes anything. You’re nothing more than a passing hobby. He’ll move on. Trust me. You’re just another notch on his bedpost, darlin’.”
This girl was a real bitch.
And I had a real short wick when it came to this type of bitchiness.
“It must really suck wanting something so much and knowing you can’t have him,” I said, scrunching up the paper towel and throwing it in the bin. “But if you ever want to know how good it feels to be fucked by him, you know where to find me. I’ll be the one riding him later tonight.”
It was a lie. No one knew we weren’t anything more than friends. But this bitch needed to be put in her place, and despite being a little bit rocked by her attack, I felt up to the task.
Her eyes narrowed and her smirk disappeared, replaced by a face full of thunder. Obviously, I’d struck a nerve.
But Tiffani was a girl with goals. She had done what she had set out to do so she flashed me a nasty smile, pushed up her boobs a bit more, and threw her little handbag over her shoulder. “He’ll break your heart, darlin’. Don’t say you weren’t warned.”
She walked out first, while I leaned against the sink and tried to collect my emotions. I felt sick but refused to let her rattle me.
I straightened. Girls like that, they got their satisfaction from the pain of others. But I wasn’t going to give her anything to fuel it. So I shook it off and left the bathroom, determined to put Tiffani behind me.