Page 37 of Cruel Biker

“Oh,” she said, pursing her lips. “Of course he is. Do you want to go?”

“What do you want to do?”

They’d gotten all dressed up, and she’d even made sure to wear short sleeves, to show off her ink, but right now she was exhausted.

“I want to go home and pig out on candy. That’s so boring, though.”

“It sounds like a lot of fun to me,” he said.

“Really?”

“Home, comfy clothes, food, sounds great.” He counted them off one by one with his fingers and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Let’s go.” She looped her arm with his, and then they made their way out of the school grounds, only to come face to face with Bolt, along with a couple of the other guys from the club.

“Morwenna,” he said.

“Bolt.”

“I didn’t realize you wanted to come to this thing,” Bolt said.

“I’ve always wanted to come but you’ve never asked and you always had me doing other things.” She brushed some of her hair off her face.

Bolt looked toward Venom, and then to her, his gaze on where her arm was linked with Venom’s.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked.

“Have you signed the divorce papers?”

“I want to talk to you about that,” he said.

She was not interested in spending any alone time with him, but if he needed some clarity on the papers, she was more than happy to give it to him.

“You’ll wait for me?” she asked.

Venom nodded and pulled away. The moment she lost contact with him, she missed his touch.

The other guys had headed into the school, leaving her alone with Bolt. “What’s up?” she asked.

“Uh, how have you been?”

“Bolt, I’m not here to make small talk with you. I want to go home, and you asked to talk about the divorce papers.”

“Look, I know you want me to sign them, but please, is there...” He stopped talking and looked down at her arm. “Is that real?” he asked, reaching for her arm that had the ink.

He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, and she tensed up. “Bolt!”

“It is, isn’t it? What the fuck did I say about ink? That you didn’t need to get it.”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“I suppose you’re also fucking him. What is it? You want to go the full round on being a slut, is that it?” he asked.

She slapped him hard and fast around the face. “Don’t you dare talk to me that way. I wanted this ink, and it has nothing to do with you. I changed my hair because I wanted to, and I will be with Venom because that is my choice. I’m not a cheater. You’re the cheater. You’re the one who threw all of this away to get your dick wet, not me, so don’t try and play the victim card here. Sign the papers, Bolt, or I swear you will regret it.”

Her heart raced, she was so angry. She’d hit him again, and her palm hurt from the impact of the slap. She wanted to hit him again. And again. Instead, she walked toward the truck where Venom was beside the wheel, and around to the passenger side.

“Do you want me to go out there and kick his ass?” he asked.