Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Like an idiot.
Like a damned fool.
I glance down at the table and take a few deep breaths. “I’m not quitting and you can fucking fight me on it if you like.”
Alarick glances at me when I look back up, and his mouth twitches. “We’re not pullin’ you out.”
“Flick . . .” Briella tries.
“We’re. Not. Pulling. Her. Out.” Alarick’s voice is stern and unwavering. It offers no negotiation.
Briella glares at him but exhales and keeps eating her breakfast. I know she cares about me. I know what she saw last night scared her and I appreciate that I mean something to her, but I also know that I have to see this through. I have to finish this. For all those girls out there who didn’t have a choice, and those who still don’t. I have to do it for them.
“I’m going to the store to get a new phone. I lost mine,” I say. “I just wanted to check in with you all. I’ll text over my new number.”
With that, I turn and walk away because I have nothing more to say at this point.
Nothing at all.
8
WAVERLY
“You protected?”
I squeal and spin around to see Mykel following me just as I reach the main path leading to the little store by the lake. I didn’t hear him approach; I was off in my own little world, thinking about everything and wondering what the hell to do next. The club is divided and I feel like I’m being torn in two different directions.
“Excuse me?” I ask, turning and continuing my walk towards the store.
“Are you protected? On the pill?”
Wow.
I stop and turn back to face him, and he’s staring down at me with a stern expression. Who the actual fuck does he think he is?
“I’m not stupid, Mykel. I’m on the pill. If you were worried about it, you could have just asked before sticking your cock in me.”
He flinches. “I wasn’t thinkin’ about that at the time.”
To be honest, neither was I.
“Well, you can rest assured that I’m perfectly covered, and you’ll have no babies popping up anytime soon. Also, I’m clean and don’t have any STDs, in case that’s your tactful follow-up question.”
“Good,” he mutters.
I can feel the frustration bubbling in my chest, but I squash it down. I don’t need to go over everything that happened last night and wonder what the hell those moments meant. We were both clearly not thinking and now we are.
The end.
“What happened last night,” he goes on, his voice low. “It won’t happen again. It was a one-time thing.”
Jesus.
I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. I’ve seen movies, and I’ve heard stories—but I’ve always wondered how it would feel to have someone tell you it was just a one-night stand, or a mistake that won’t happen again. I’ve always had men want to come back for more, even if it was only casual. I figured it was just in their nature to want to keep getting it where they could. So to hear Mykel tell me it won’t be happening again makes me feel a kind of shame I’ve not experienced in my short life. Not only does he not like me, he doesn’t enjoy fucking me either.
My cheeks burn and I look away, horrified that I’m unable to control my body’s responses.
My fingers clench into my palms and my body prickles all over. I swallow down the embarrassment lodged in my throat as I recall the events of last night, and how I grabbed his cock and practically begged for it to be put inside me. Did I bring on that fuck? A fuck he didn’t want but just took for nothing more than release?
I feel like an idiot.
An absolute idiot.
“You’ve gotten your message through loud and clear,” I say, my voice a little shaky. I can’t stop it, so I don’t even bother. “I was a quick fuck and you used me to get your relief. Believe me when I say it won’t be happening again either . . .”
I turn and walk away, my whole body prickling. Mykel calls my name, but I don’t look back.
I just want this to be over with now. I need it all to stop, so I can go back to my life and forget this club and everything I’ve had to face here.
Life will go back to normal when this is over, so right now I need to focus on getting it sorted as quickly as I can.
If that means I seduce Dax and make him tell me what I want, then so be it.
I’ll do whatever the hell I have to do just to make sure I never feel this way again.
THE NEXT DAY AND NIGHT pass without any sexy trysts or issues. When we return home, I throw myself into working on a plan to get Dax to tell me anything I can use to bring him and the entire operation down. I figure I can seduce him without having to sleep with him, and that should be enough to get him to let me in and spill some of the details we need. If he has feelings for me, which I’m certain he does, it shouldn’t be too hard.