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I must admit, my man can cook, and the whole town loves his food. Most evenings, when I arrive at the clubhouse where I've mostly been staying since my meltdown last month, he's had a home-cooked meal waiting for me.
I miss him; every time we're apart, I feel like I'm missing a part of myself, but I also don't want to rely on him so much. I want him to be able to depend on me, too, but my problem is that the man is too good to be true; it's like I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I keep trying to push it away. I'm letting him in, and if I let that feeling fester, I'll lose him.
And that would break me.
"You need to-to go see your man."
My sister's words bring me out of my head, and I smile at her; she loves Hunter, and she loves how much happier I am with him because, despite all of this, he makes me happy; he's become why I wake.
I lean forward and take her hand in mine, "I will, in a little while. I want to spend some time with my Tiny Dancer."
She gives me a slight smile and says, "You're in your head, sissy. Go-go to your m-man. Please." I go to shake my head, but she gently squeezes my hand, "Y-you've been here all-all day. I-I'm only going to sleep any-anyway."
I give her a smile and say, "I was with Hunter this morning, Mary, and all night every night for the past month; I'm sure he's sick of me now."
She smiles and says, "Never; that-that man loves you; now go; spend the whole evening with him. Show-show him your heart; please, sissy, go-go live for-for me, for-for you."
I give her a nod, my eyes wanting to tear up, but I refuse to be emotional around her now.
I lean over her, kissing her forehead through my mask, and rasp, "I love you, little sister." She hums, her eyes closing as she whispers, "I-I love you too, sissy."
I bite my bottom lip behind the mask to stop my tears as I squeeze her hand tightly before leaving the room. My heart hurts knowing I'm going to lose her, and it breaks at the sinking feeling that I'm going to lose Hunter. I haven't put him first like I told him I wouldn't, but it doesn't stop my guilt when I know that man owns my heart and soul. He's sweet, kind, attentive, and so perfect that it was hard not to fall for him.
He's my everything, and most days, I feel like he can do better than me, but right now, I need him. Mary has not got long left; I can feel it.
After throwing away the mask, gloves, and gown, I headed toward the exit when I noticed Doc. He looked my way and tilted his head, assessing my red eyes before compassion shined in them. He nods to the door and says, "Come on, darling, I'll follow you back to the club; Snake's now back."
I give him a nod and follow him, heading to my truck. I climb in and start my rusty girl up, looking at the hospital again before Doc revs his bike behind my parking space, bringing me back to the front of my truck. A few tears fall as I drive out of the parking lot before heading to the clubhouse, where, hopefully, Hunter will hold me all night.
Wishful thinking, though, huh?
Twenty minutes later, Levi lets us in, looking at me funny.
Wait… did he just glare at me?
I shake my head; I'm obviously seeing things. I park up next to Hunter's Jeep. I notice his bike parked near the front before my eyes go to Shelby's pink mini that she got for her sixteenth, and I furrow my brows, wondering why she's even here. I know she works at Devil's Temptation, but there's no reason for her to be here, right?
That sinking feeling in my gut returns, but not for my sister this time.
Shaking my head, I climb out of my truck while Doc waits near the door. He puts his arm around my shoulders and guides me inside. The whole room quietens as we walk in. I halt, not walking down the steps when I see Shelby, dressed in a mini see-through dress, her lacy underwear in full view, standing in between my man's legs, his hands on her ass, his lips on her neck.
That son of a…
"Liars aren't welcome here, Sarah; you need to leave."
I turn to see who spoke to see the brown eyes of Hunter's Momma, Annie, glaring at me before I look back at the man who I thought loved me as my heart shatters in my chest. His eyes meet mine, and nothing but hate radiates from him.
What the hell did I do to deserve this when this morning he woke me up with his head between my legs?
I tilt my head at him. Inside, I'm screaming in pain, but outside, I'm void of any emotions. Years of practice with my parents helped this look; I didn't think I had to use it on the man I'd fallen in love with.
He sneers at me as Shelby presses her palm to his cock, "You heard my mother; liars aren't welcome here; now fuck off."
I feel Doc tense, but I just squeeze his arm and ask, keeping my tone calm when I feel anything but because right now, I feel like my heart is tearing, "And what, do pray tell, have I lied about? I mean, at the moment, you're the cheating asshole."
He glares at me and says, "Your fucking sister having cancer." My brows hit my hairline, "Yeah, I know all about your little scheme. You wanted my patch, so why not tell the president, who had cancer himself, that your fifteen-year-old sister is dying of it? You even got her in on your plan and tried to fucking con me into thinking I took your virginity. You make me fucking sick, and I ain't cheating, bitch; we were never together, to begin with; you were just an easy fuck, a bad one, but still easy!"
How exactly can someone fake losing their virginity?
