Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Harlow needed to heal. She needed this time, and as they were approaching another fall and winter, he knew the memories were going to spiral. He needed to give her time and space. But the truth was, he didn’t want to. Giving her time was the right thing to do, the gentlemanly thing, but Hunter had never been a gentleman.
He watched the house for several minutes, seeing the curtains close as Harlow got ready to do whatever she needed to do. No one arrived at the house. Not even the boss.
He’d asked Kinky to do the honors in keeping an eye on the woman. So far, Kinky had nothing to report, and his searches had come up with the same thing. Hailey came from a wealthy family, but she was kind of the embarrassment daughter, the one they tried to hide. Sending her to a small town with a small fortune to open her beauty shop, had been a blessing for them.
He didn’t know why they were so embarrassed of their daughter. From what he could see, Hailey’s business venture was turning a decent profit, and she had already started to earn the respect of the women in town.
Stepping away from the house, he walked down the street and straddled his bike, turning the ignition over. He couldn’t help but have one last lingering look into the house where Harlow was, but he didn’t get to see her. The curtains were closed and the only way he’d be able to see her would be to ring the bell, so he pulled back.
Ignore her.
She is nothing to you.
Not anymore.
“I love you.”
Hunter didn’t know if she still loved him, or if those feelings had faded. There was a high chance they would fade, especially if she had Andrew. Another man could certainly help any woman get over an asshole like him.
Not once had he looked at another woman. He didn’t want anyone but Harlow. The club pussy wasn’t happy with the lack of attention, but he didn’t want them. The only woman he cared about was Harlow.
The only woman he couldn’t have was the woman he wanted more than anything. Hunter was not prepared for these feelings that threatened to consume him. He was used to seeing what he wanted and then taking it, not caring about the consequences.
Harlow dominated his thoughts all the freaking time. Morning, noon, and night. It was why he tortured himself with going to town, to catch a glimpse. If he could, he’d go into the fucking beauty parlor to just sit and watch her. But he couldn’t find a single excuse to be near her. All he could do was watch from affair, stalking in the shadows like a creep, which he knew was not a good look for him. Far from it.
Arriving back at the clubhouse, he parked his bike and climbed off. The Twisted Bastards MC had gone to ground. Even Carlos Santiago hadn’t been able to find any clue as to their whereabouts. Big Dick often took trips attempting to locate their enemies, but so far, nothing.
Hunter wanted to fucking kill them all. In fact, he had even thought about blowing up their old clubhouse. Even though it was fast becoming derelict from the abandonment, he wanted it gone.
Loud music came from inside the clubhouse. The doors were wide open. Some of the boys were partying outside, and several of the women were naked and entertaining them. Hunter ignored them and made his way to the bar.
He couldn’t catch sight of Big Dick. Vice and Rocky were at the bar, and he made his way over to them.
“Where is Big Dick?” Hunter asked.
“In his room last time I checked,” Rocky said.
“You want a drink?”
He shook his head. He wasn’t in the mood for a drink. Making his way toward the back, he opened the door and took the stairs two at a time, to go to Big Dick’s room. On entering the room, he saw Big Dick was alone and had his cell phone in his hand. Not what Hunter had been expecting. For some reason, he figured the man would have a woman licking at his cock and balls. Not playing with his cell phone. There was a bottle of whiskey on the side of his bed, and nothing else.
“What the fuck do you want?” Big Dick asked.
“I want Harlow,” Hunter said. There was no point in pretending he wanted anything else, or anyone else. There was only one woman he wanted and craved, and he had tried to leave her alone, but he wasn’t going to any longer. No way was he going to back off.
He wanted Harlow. There was no way he could allow her to fall for someone else, or for anyone else to have her. She belonged to him and no one else.