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)
“I know what room it is.”
“And let me guess, you don’t give a crap? You’re one of the Hell’s Bastards MC, so you can go anywhere and everywhere you want. Screw the consequences, right?”
“You left your apartment?”
“So?” There was no point in expecting him to answer her questions. Hunter was a law unto himself. The whole of the Hell’s Bastards MC were.
“And you think it’s a good idea to move in with a woman you barely know?”
She took a deep breath. When he put it like that, she knew it made absolutely no sense, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. Hailey was a good person. At least she believed it, and the other woman had given her no reason not to.
“Yeah, I do. Now, if you don’t mind, I want to go and finish my meal with her.”
“Why are you being so fucking childish?” Hunter asked.
“Stop!” Harlow yelled the world. She didn’t even care if anyone heard her.
“No!”
“Yes.” She stamped her foot. “Just stop. Stop it. Stop doing this to me. I get it, okay? You said it was over and it’s over, so why are you everywhere?” Harlow asked. She had tried to keep it together, but over the last couple of days, if not weeks, it felt like everywhere she turned, he was there. It was getting to be too much.
“I am trying to move on. I am trying to deal in my own way, but you are always there. I stopped working at the bakery so I wouldn’t have to run into you or my brother. I have moved out of my old apartment because I hate it. I hate it there. I like Hailey. I like working at my new job, and yes, I know it’s all moving so fast, but so what? Why does that matter to you? It is over, remember? You didn’t want me anymore. You had moved on. I wasn’t good enough for you. I got the message loud and clear, but everywhere I turn, you’re there. Stop and let me go.”
“You need to take care of yourself.”
“Do you know how hard this is?” she asked. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? You’re always there.” She shook her head. “You don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
She chuckled but it wasn’t a pleasant sound. It didn’t need to be. “Of course you wouldn’t get it.”
“Get what, Harlow?”
“I love you,” she said. “I have loved you for a long time, so me and you together—us—it was a dream come true for me, and I … didn’t see you breaking it off.”
“Harlow—”
“Don’t. I don’t need you to Harlow me. I get it, I do. I was just an easy fuck for you. Someone for you to enjoy before you go back to those other women. I’m not stupid. I know you have no feelings for me. I know you don’t care, but I did and I still do. I need you to back the fuck off and leave me alone. I was pregnant. I wasn’t even far enough along for it to matter, but it did to me, and I need you to leave me alone. I need you to just stop.”
She held her hands out.
Hunter didn’t speak.
She felt close to the edge.
The last thing she wanted to do was cry, but even her tears felt close to the surface, threatening to spill over. She couldn’t stand it.
“Harlow, I—”
“Don’t. There’s nothing you can say that will make this any better. Everything I had, it’s all lost. Please, just … move out of the way.”
She didn’t know if he was going to argue with her or not, but then he suddenly moved aside and Harlow made her escape. He didn’t try to stop her, and for that she was grateful. She didn’t want to be stopped.
Not by Hunter.
Not by anyone.
Chapter Seventeen
Hunter told the woman who had been trying to get on his dick for the past five minutes to fuck off. He wasn’t in the mood. After heading into the big city to help deal with a problem with Carlos Santiago, he had finally returned home after a couple of weeks away, and all he wanted to do was drink.
“How was it?” Brick asked, coming to the bar and taking a seat.
“Boring as shit.”
“Did you solve the problem?”
Hunter glared at Brick. “Do you think I would be fucking sitting here if I hadn’t solved the problem?”
“Whoa, someone is in a bad mood,” Brick said.
“Fuck off.”
“Okay, just so you know, I don’t want to ride your dick at all.” Brick took a long slug of his beer. “But speaking of … you know, riding cock, what is your problem with all the women here?”
Hunter wasn’t interested in making small talk.
“Because, you know, a lot of people are talking and some of them are suggesting that … you know, you’ve got a problem downstairs.”