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Fang
I had finally convinced Cara Daniels to go out with me and then one of the freaking strippers had to show up and ruin things. I’m not a saint and I haven’t lived like a monk all these years. I just normally take care of my needs discreetly. Brandi was one of the strippers at Trixie’s and I had sex with her once or twice before I took over as manager of the club. After that I didn’t touch any of them. I don’t shit where I eat. I was going to find out who brought Brandi to my sister’s wedding and then I was going to beat their ass. I stalked across the yard past the guests until I got to the security building. I walked in and the pledge looked startled.
“What’s your name, pledge?” I demanded more than asked as he looked me in the eye. He stood up and stuck out his hand.
“I’m Remy, your name is Fang, right?” he asked as he looked me in the eye. Yeah, I think this kid would do just fine.
“Right, I want to know who let the stripper into my sisters’ wedding. I want to fucking know right now.” I growled at him, still pissed about my date being ruined. To the guys’ credit, he didn’t hesitate to pull up the footage of the guests arriving. We watched for a minute before a string of French sounding curses flew from Remy’s mouth.
“Damn, that’s my brother Luke. He has been talking about this girl he met at the club. I didn’t realize it was one of the strippers. I’m sure he didn’t know you had an issue with her.” Remy said frustrated as hell. “Please don’t kick him out, if you tell him he will never do it again. The Rippers mean more to him than that piece of ass who was obviously using him.”
“He is going to get put through some paces but no, we won’t boot him for this.” I said running my hand through my hair. “Let him know that he needs to see me at the club tomorrow night and don’t tell him what it’s about. I have to go do damage control.”
“Sure thing.” Remy said as he took his seat back behind the cameras. I nodded and left.
I got my truck and took off toward the shelter. I knew that’s where she would end up. I didn’t want to take my bike because she wasn’t dressed to ride. She had an apartment, but she spent ninety percent of her time at her shelter and clinic. My girl loved animals. She may not have figured it out yet, but she is mine. I stopped by and grabbed her favorite coffee and some of her favorite chocolate. Pulling up I didn’t see her car. We were going to talk this time instead of her running off in a fit. I walked into the shelter door and was pissed to realize that it was open when she was alone here. That wouldn’t do at all. Heading back toward the kennels I found her on the floor in her pretty dress with a couple of kittens in her lap. She was crying and looked so sad it ripped my heart out. When I stepped in front of the door to the kennel, she looked up at me and her face turned cold.
“Get the fuck out.” She screamed at me. “I don’t want you here. Go back to your whore.”
“She is not mine and I am going to get the chance to defend myself. You can sit there and listen quietly, or I’ll put you over my shoulder and take you to your office.” I said firmly. Her eyes glittered with anger and tears. She stroked the kitten still in her lap and looked down. I sighed and sat down on the floor beside her.
“Look kitten, I am not a saint. I have not lived like a monk all these years. Raising Katherine, I took care of my needs away from home. Yes, I had sex with Brandi a couple of times, but it was before I started working there as a manager. I have not touched any of them since, it’s been over six months. It was just sex, there were no feelings involved, she never came to my home or my room at the clubhouse. I hadn’t met anyone that I wanted to get to know on a serious level until I saw you. We usually don’t let sweet butts and club whores hang around during family events, she conned one of the pledges into bringing her as his date. I’m sorry she upset you. She means nothing to me. She knew the score. I never led her on.” I told her as I watched her reactions. I hoped she would give me a chance. I stood up and brushed off my pants.
Cara put the kittens back in the box they slept in and stood up. She had worn sandals to the wedding, so she slipped those back on and walked past me out of the kennel. I followed her and waited for her to close the door.
“Are you hungry?” I asked her as she looked up at me. She started to speak and then her stomach growled making both of us laugh. She blushed. “I guess that’s my answer. Can I take you out to get some dinner?”
“I’d like that, I’m too embarrassed to go back to the reception after running out like that.” She blushed. “My purse is in the office.”
I followed her to her office so she could get her purse and lock up the shelter. I opened the door and then helped her into my truck. After closing her door, I went around to the driver’s side to get in.
“What would you like to eat?” I asked her. “Your choice kitten, whatever you want.”
“Can we just grab some pizza and go to my place?” she asked me. “I’d really like to change into something more comfortable. I’m not much of a dress person.”
“Sure, why don’t we go to your place and order it to be delivered.” I suggested to her. She smiled at me and nodded. I pulled up behind her car in her driveway and parked. “Don’t open that door.”
I helped her out of the truck and then walked her to the door. She opened it up and I followed her inside. Her two dogs came bounding over to her. They were mutts, one was a small breed mix and the other medium.
“They don’t bite, I’ll be right back.” She said as she disappeared into her bedroom. She came out a few minutes later in some leggings and a loose-fitting sweatshirt. Her blonde bob was still loose, and she looked just as lovely as she had in the dress. I had been courting her for a few weeks now. Bringing her breakfast and dinner some nights as well. She had a habit of working too many hours. Cara was about five feet six inches which was still a good half foot shorter than me. She had beautiful blonde hair, tanned skin likely from working outside with the animals so much. She was curvy and soft the way a woman was meant to be. There wasn’t anything I didn’t like about her.
2
Cara
I still could not believe that Fang was in my apartment. I walked back into the living room to find him sitting on the floor with my dogs. They were both fighting for his attention. He noticed the second I walked back into the room. His eyes heated as he looked over me. I didn’t know what he saw because I was a lot heavier than that woman that came to find him. I was thick, I always have been, and I have just learned to deal with it. I have tried to workout, diet and nothing really works. I might lose down to a size twelve for a few months but then it all comes back. What can I say? I like food. There this man was playing with my dogs, tall, handsome, with a salt and peppered beard. I knew he was in his middle to late thirties and that he had been a part of the Rippers for most of his adult life. I got the skinny from my best friend Sophie. She was married to Gears. I had seen him at several barbeques and parties, but I avoided him for the most part.
I had noticed him months ago and I found him to be very attractive. He was always a gentleman around me, and he was good with animals as well as kids. He had started bringing me things a few weeks ago. He brought me breakfast a few times and stopped off with lunch. He will bring me coffee. Just little thoughtful things. It’s cute, like old fashioned courting. It makes me smile the rest of the day when I get to see him. I realized I was lost in my own thoughts when I noticed his eyebrow raised.
“Have you ordered yet?” I asked him as I sat on the couch. I reached down and picked Kirk up off the floor. He was my snuggle pup. Spock was a bit older and didn’t like to be held much.
“I was waiting to see what you like?” he asked me with a smile. “What are their names?”
“The old spaniel mix beside you is Spock and the one in my lap is Kirk.” I said, waiting for his reaction. His eyes sparkled with amusement. “Yes, I’m a Star Trek geek.”
“I love Star Trek. We can talk about our favorite genres after I order dinner. What would you like on your pizza?” he asked me.
