Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“So, you and Johnston, huh?” Lily asked as soon as the door was shut behind Johnston, locking all the men in that room. “We’ve all been wondering when he’d finally leave his wife and make you his old lady. Man’s had eyes for you since you started working here.”
I frowned at Lily as we slowly made our way down the hall. I hated being so weak on one side of my body. I couldn’t heal fucking fast enough. I was beginning to not mind having Johnston dote on me and carry me everywhere as much, but the sooner I didn’t have to rely on anyone, the sooner I could move on with my life.
“I’m not his old lady,” I told her. I didn’t know where she’d heard that, but she’d heard it wrong.
She snorted. “Not what the rest of us were told. Blayke made it clear you were Johnston’s old lady and were to be respected as such, per the president’s orders.”
I gritted my teeth. So, Johnston was making me his old lady. And while that had sounded nice in the hospital when I was alone and afraid, now I wasn’t sure how I felt. Because what happened when he got tired of me like he got tired of his wife?
What happened if I never got better? What happened if I never got all of my mobility back and was forever handicapped?
Would he truly still want me as his old lady then?
“Take me to my room,” I told Lily.
Concern washed through her eyes as she looked at me, but Lily pushed open the door to my room, thankfully, and not Johnston’s. Once I was on the bed and comfortable, she quietly left, more than likely realizing she’d said something she probably shouldn’t have. But despite my silence toward her, I was glad she had said something.
Because it was clear that Johnston wasn’t going to.
The door to my room burst open, and I glanced up at Johnston. He looked worried, but as soon as he laid his eyes on me, he breathed a sigh of relief.
What was wrong with him?
“Why aren’t you in our room?” he asked, making his way to me after he shut my room door.
I glowered at him the best I could. “Why didn’t you tell me you decided to announce to the club I’m your old lady?” I demanded, answering his question with another question.
He stopped in his tracks and studied me for a moment, his eyes shuttering. He could feel a fight on the horizon, and fuck if I wasn’t ready to give him one. I was feeling downright volatile. He should have talked to me first before just doing his normal thing of making all the decisions.
I wasn’t one of the club members. I didn’t wear a cut. And I wasn’t a club bunny. I was just the fucking bartender.
He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, keeping his distance from me. “I thought we discussed this in the hospital,” he said calmly.
“Did we?” I retorted, arching my brow at him—the only one I could fucking arch. “Because I don’t recall a single instance when you said will you be my old lady. Do you?”
He clenched his jaw because he knew as well as I did that he hadn’t said that. I sighed. “Johnston, you said I was yours. I know that. But being your old lady is a hell of a lot different than just being yours, and you know it. That’s a fucking life vow for you men. Was your wife your old lady?”
Silently, he shook his head. I released a laugh. “Exactly. Figured she wasn’t since you divorced her, right?” He nodded, keeping silent, more than likely so he wouldn’t say something stupid. He’d always been careful with me. I’d just never realized why until the night we fucked. “Are you going to cheat on me like you did her? Because regardless of her being your old lady or not, Johnston, you were still married. And I was the other woman.”
He moved toward me then, and I squeaked when he grasped my chin in his hand, yanking my head up so I had nowhere to look but into his eyes that were brimming with anger…and adoration.
That was an odd combination. I swallowed thickly.
“I will tattoo your fucking name on my cock if it means you’ll agree to be mine, Aaliyah.” I blinked. I hadn’t been expecting that. “I’ll bind myself to you any way you see fit. You’re it for me. I’ve wanted you for two goddamn years, and even after I got a taste of you, I just wanted you more. I’m constantly half fucking hard around you, and my chest aches for you when you’re not around me.”
Tears welled in my eyes at his fiercely spoken words. He lowered his face until his lips just barely brushed mine.