Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Hell yeah!” they shouted.
“Then tell the owner to hire me and I’ll perform for you whenever you want!”
I found Cove. She was dying laughing. Fully aware I’d get what I wanted. Just like Ariana. Another reason I chose that song. It was perfect, matching my demand for a job.
“Billy! Billy! Billy!” they started chanting and I narrowed my eyes, confused at who that was.
An attractive older man, probably in his sixties was suddenly standing next to where I was, holding out his hand for me to take.
I did, appreciating the help off the bar.
“Darlin,” he announced, standing me in front of him.
It was only then I noticed he had the word Pres on his leather vest like the other bikers. I didn’t know much about clubs, but I assumed it was a motorcycle one.
Bringing my attention up to his face, he declared, “The job’s yours. When can you start?”
“You work here?” I questioned, confused.
“I’m the owner.”
“I thought Hayes was the owner?”
“I am.”
Our stares shifted to a livid Hayes. Who I swear came out of nowhere. He was fuming and I loved the fact that he was displaying emotion. He may have been glaring at me, but I was proudly smiling at him.
With only two words in mind…
Checkmate, asshole.
Hayes
“Where you been?” my old man asked. “Did you watch her show?”
I couldn’t believe she undermined me. Nobody fucking crossed me. I pitifully tried to govern the reaction she craved out of me, but this girl knew how to push each and every one of my buttons.
What the fuck was happening to me?
This wasn’t who I was. Women never meant anything to me. I didn’t have time for the emotional bullshit that came along with their wants and needs. I wasn’t that man.
I fucked, plain and simple.
It truly was that easy for me.
I should have known better. I was fully aware she wouldn’t leave. This was my fault, and I had no one to blame but myself. The second I heard everyone screaming from the bar in my office, I glanced at the surveillance monitor, never expecting what I saw. There she was dancing on the fucking bar.
Except she wasn’t like every other drunk chick shaking her ass, she could move as if her body was made for it. The precision, the timing, the way she made love to the audience with just a look. Peach was a performer, that much was clear. I sat in my office, resisting the urge to drag her off that bar. Her only saving grace was no one was touching her.
It wasn’t until I heard her pitch about a job that I realized what she was up to. Before I knew what I was doing, I was hauling ass into the bar, but I was too late. My old man already got to her.
“Yeah,” she vindictively added. “Did you watch my show?”
My jaw clenched, simply earning me a smartass smile from her. My fingers twitched, thinking about spanking her ass raw for defying me again.
Not answering her question, I met my father’s eyes. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He grinned, amused with my response. “I’m running my bar, son.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “You’re his dad?”
“Yeah, darlin’.”
“So, you’re an owner too?”
“Fifty-one percent.”
Her disbelief turned into spite as she locked eyes with me. “Your daddy just hired me, Hayes. Looks like I’ll be working here after all.”
“Darlin’, did you go to him for a job?”
“Yes.” She nodded, acting like a damsel in distress. “But he was an asshole to me and it’s my birthday.”
“Your birthday?” he coaxed. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“Hayes!” he reprimanded like it meant shit to me.
“What the hell are you thinking?”
“She tried sneaking into the bar last week using her fake ID.”
She glared at me.
“Well,” he breathed out. “That’s water under the bridge. She’s eighteen now. That’s all that matters.” His arm wrapped around her shoulder. “Come on, darlin’. Let’s get the birthday girl’s information. You can start tomorrow.”
My hands fisted at my sides when he purposely body checked me as he walked past with her still in his embrace.
For the rest of the night, I stayed in my office, desperately trying to control my temper which was like a raging, fucking, fire, burning inside of me. The way I wanted to knock out my old man for hiring her was too much temptation. I had to stay away from him.
Although, it wouldn’t be the first or last time I solved my problems with violence. Especially when it came to him. Simply adding more endless bullshit he left me to deal with.
She wouldn’t be his problem, she’d be mine.
Employees reported to me. Nobody ever dealt with him. I couldn’t remember the last time he hired someone. He was doing this to piss me off; it was his favorite thing to do. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction. If he knew how much she was getting under my skin, he’d use her to his advantage to get to me even more.