Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Pushing herself up was easier said than done, and when she could see clearly enough, it was to see Big standing a foot from her. He was so big, so powerful, that he seemed to block out everything else behind him.
“What are you doing, Big?” She rested back on the bed and breathed out, too drunk to get into this with him.
“I’m just making sure you got to your room without cracking your ass on the floor.”
“I don’t know why you care at all about what I do,” she said, having no filter right now because of how drunk she was. Claire didn’t even know if he could hear or understand her. Hell, she didn’t even know if she’d said the words out loud.
For a long while, there was nothing but silence. As the alcohol started to drag her down into the darkness, she heard him say in his deep, masculine voice, “I fucked up, Claire, but I do care about you. I care about you more that anyone or anything else.”
But she didn’t have the strength to respond or even open her eyes. It didn’t seem to matter any, because seconds later, the sound of the door closing filled her head, and she let herself fall into a hazy, booze-filled slumber.
11
The next night
Big had barely spoken to Claire since she’d been here, and the one and only time had been last night when he’d said a handful of words. Hearing her say he didn’t care about her was eating him up, and he couldn’t blame her for thinking that.
After he’d taken her to her room, the party had finally died down, and everyone had either been in the back rooms fucking or passed out all over the clubhouse. Just because they’d partied last night didn’t mean they wouldn’t do it tonight, but in fact, they had.
The party that was now winding down had been filled with the same things: booze, coke and weed, and pussy everywhere. He hadn’t seen Claire since last night, though, and wondered if she remembered their brief conversation.
She must have since she’s avoided you like the damn plague.
As it was, he wasn’t drunk enough tonight or even high to deal with what he needed to do—talk to Claire. But it wouldn’t be a short conversation or him admitting to her again that he’d screwed up. No, he really wanted to talk to her, to try to make things right.
He had to find her, had to tell her the shit he should have said before she left. Enough time had passed between them. Why was he just now having this change of heart? Maybe it was because he realized after seeing her again after all this time that he’d seriously fucked up, even if he had known that all along.
He’d just buried it so deep inside that he hadn’t allowed himself to feel, and that was a damn shame and one of the biggest mistakes he’d ever made.
He walked over to the bar, pushed one of the sweet-butts passed out along it, and grabbed himself the bottle of scotch. He took a long swig from it, not wanting to get so wasted that he didn’t know what in the hell he was doing but getting enough fire in his veins that he could be a man and have the balls to do this with Claire.
Big took one more shot from it and turned, scanning the room.
She was somewhere in the clubhouse. He just had to find her and make her listen to him.
A sound from the kitchen had him pushing away from the bar and moving toward it. Big walked into the back room. When he pushed open the door, he stopped, seeing a juicy, round ass bent over.
The jeans she wore were slightly frayed on the ass cheeks, but it was the fact he knew exactly who that ass belonged to in all its peach-shaped glory.
He’d know that ass from anywhere, and it was a sight that always got his blood pumping. Big leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, feeling his cock harden at the way Claire was unaware he was watching her as she shook her ass.
He was a dirty bastard for reaching down and palming his cock through his jeans, but hell, the way she swayed her hips had the fucker standing hard and at attention. She stood, looked at the bottle of wine that was covered in a thick layer of dust, and wiped off the glass with a rag she grabbed off the counter.
“Whoever brought fuckin’ wine in here needs their nuts torn off,” Big said and was serious. This club was for hard liquor and beer. Wine and girly mixed drinks could be served at the bars in town for the pussies who wanted to drink easy.
She spun around, her eyes wide for a second before she narrowed them and tightened her hold on the neck of the bottle.