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I stood. “You’re right. Candy deserves better than me, and I’m not a fool, Winston. You might think I am, but I’m not.”
“I never thought you were, Bollard. I am aware that you are smart. I’ve been watching you, and you know how to keep your nose clean. If you didn't, you would be locked up with the other club members.”
I didn’t bother to reply, and the two of them said a quick goodbye and disappeared down the stairs.
I sat for a while in the office, thinking over what they said. This little sliver of me wanted to ignore them and keep seeing Candy, but I knew they were right. I could give her a thousand orgasms and fuck her every way she dreamed of being fucked, but I could never be a husband or father.
I picked up my phone and dialed her number. I could hear the confusion in her voice and the hurt. She didn’t want me to hear that, but I did. I hated myself for doing that to her. Hadn’t I thought before that I didn’t want ever to cause a tear to come to her eye?
When she hung up, I stared at the phone. I wanted to call her back and tell her it was a lie. I did want her. I wanted her in my bed and life, but I needed the tavern as much as I wanted her. Which meant I needed Laney.
Damn, if she wasn’t a shrewd businesswoman. I never saw that coming, but she knew exactly what to offer for me to back off Candy. I set my phone down. It was done, and Candy would forgive me or she wouldn’t.
That night as I lay down in bed, I pulled up our chat conversation and scrolled through it. My gaze locked on the photos she had sent me, and I was instantly hard again. I stared at the photo of her lying on her stomach and wearing that pink thong as I jerked myself off.
When I was done and cleaned myself up, I stared at the photo one last time and then deleted the chat string entirely. That was the last time I would get myself off thinking about her.
* * *
Boy, did that end up being a lie. I didn’t need that photograph to help me get off. The memories of being balls deep in her or having my mouth on that sweet spot played over and over in my mind every night when I lay down, and I was powerless to stop them. Six nights later, I was still jerking myself off and wishing like hell she was sitting on my cock and riding me.
I hadn’t heard from Candy since the night I called to tell her it was over, but two days later, I received paperwork from Laney. She wanted me to sign the papers her attorney had drawn up with a plea for my record to be cleared. She would have it put in front of a judge, and then I would need to see him and speak with him about why I had changed and where my future was going. I would be clear of my record in about a month if all went well.
I would forever be in her debt. I kept telling myself it was worth losing the great sex with Candy to be free of my record. However, several days later, when Candy stepped into the tavern bar and lifted her chin, a voice inside my head hissed and said, I was a fucking idiot to have ever let her go.
She approached me, wearing slacks and a blouse, but all I could see was her sexy naked body standing before me, and I got hard as a motherfucking rock. I shifted closer to the bar so she wouldn’t notice.
“Hey, Candy. Can I get you something?”
She blinked and then shook her head. “No, I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
“What’s on your mind?” I would have probably vaulted over the bar if the woman had told me I was on her mind.
“I had a long talk with Laney and my brothers yesterday.”
“Yeah, what about?”
She glared at me. “I think you know.”
“Um,” I began to answer, but a woman around my age with dark hair stepped into the bar behind her, and I shifted my attention. Behind her, a little boy tagged along, looking scared and confused. “Can I help you?”
“Are you Michael Bollard?”
“Yes, who are you?”
She sighed, looking exhausted yet happy to hear I was who I was. “I’m Mary, the sister of Nancy Mallery. Do you remember her?”
I frowned; Nancy was a woman I knew from years ago. She hung with the club for a short time, then disappeared. “Yeah, I remember her.”
“Good, because she is dead now, and this is your son.” She pointed over her shoulder, and I heard Candy gasp.
“What?” I stared at her.
“What didn’t you understand? Nancy died of breast cancer four months ago. I’ve been trying to find you ever since.”
“How do you know he’s mine?” I asked as my gaze cut to the little boy. Even I wasn’t stupid enough to deny he looked like I did when I was younger. Holy shit!
“First, she told me. Even had a picture of you two together. Second, take a good look at Harley, and tell me he doesn’t look like you?”
