I ended the night alone, laying in my bed and fisting my dick like I was trying to start a fight with it. I wasn’t sure what I was more angry at, the way she treated me or the fact that it turned me on so fucking much.
Days went by and I somehow managed to put Laurel out of my head enough to focus on getting shit done for the club.
Nights when things would start to spin out of control, I ended up at the gym. I’d stay there for hours just trying to beat her out of my head. It never worked. The more she flashed in my mind, the more I started to hate her. No one had gotten under my skin like that, that was for damn sure. But there she was, little miss rich girl with her perfect life and a man that would give her all the damn things she would ever ask for, just reminding me why her kind and mine didn’t mix.
And when the gym wouldn’t help me work her out of my system, I became a creepy stalker. It wasn’t all that hard to find where she lived. It also didn’t surprise me that it was a fancy-ass building with a guard and a desk man and all that shit. Security everywhere and I knew that even if I did try, I wouldn’t make it past the front door.
Not that I was going to try.
Because that would have been stupid, right?
Until that one night.
That one night that I couldn’t resist anymore. I knew I was only going to tarnish her perfect life further by stepping into that place but I did it anyway. Maybe I just needed one last fight. One last word. To put an end to this whole fucking thing. Which I realized was mostly in my head. But it was driving me insane and I needed to be rid of it—ofher.
I had to get past the guard dog at the door, then I had to charm the hell out of the guy behind the desk. Easy enough.
The security guy watched me as I approached. His eyes were on me for every step I took up and every inch I got closer to the door. I expected him to lock the door and turn away and ignore me. Only that didn’t happen.
“Can I help you?” he asked as he pushed the door open just enough so we could talk face-to-face. I kept a safe distance so as not to push my luck.
“I’m here to see Laurel Benson,” I stated coolly.
“Is she expecting you?” he asked pointedly.
“No, but she does know me,” I said not bothering to lie.
He must have liked my answer because he moved out of the way and even held the door open for me. I shrugged, just grateful that I didn’t have to fight my way in. Okay, I wouldn’t have done that but I would have made use of the green. Money went a long way when you wanted things. Well, most of the time.
I took a few steps in and turned back around.
“Not to press my luck, but why did you let me in?” I asked.
The security guard shrugged.
“My little nephew is sick. Spends every day staring at the same four walls thinking that he isn’t going to get better this time. You guys come by once a month and give him a chance to forget all that for just a moment. Don’t judge a man by what he wears but rather by the company he keeps. I can’t thank you enough for making him smile.”
And damn. There went a little pain in my heart and maybe a few tears trying to push their way into my eyes.
I made a mental note to up the trips to the hospital to twice a month.
I nodded as I held out my hand and he gave it a shake.
Then I turned and headed for the desk. One down, one to go. And well, then there was Laurel. I wasn’t sure she’d even want to see me. No, I knew she wouldn’t. That woman hated me with a passion.
The guy behind the desk looked up no doubt not having heard me come in given that the lobby was so expansive that I could have ridden my bike around it. He looked startled when he laid eyes on me but recovered quickly.
“Can I help you?” he asked probably wondering how the hell I’d even gotten in here.
I held up my hands in peace.
“Ain’t here to cause trouble.” I let him know right off the bat because he looked like he was ready to jump up and call the damn cops. “I’m here to see Laurel Benson.”
“And she’s expecting you?” He gave me a skeptical look.
“Nah, but you can give her a ring, I’m sure she’ll tell you it’s alright.”
I was not sure.
