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It can’t be true.Those words ring through my head for most of the night as Gia sleeps soundly beside me, perfectly still and completely satisfied. She sleeps with a small smile on her face that, unfortunately, tugs at my heart and makes me feel things I can’t afford to feel.
Not with the information she’s given me and the betrayal it implies.
The hot water of the shower beats down on my skin, washing away all traces of a night of ecstasy and orgasms. I step out and smell the ocean instead of Gia, wrapping a towel around my body to avoid distracting the horny little minx.
We have some serious shit to talk about, and the sight of my cock, already sporting a chub, will make it impossible for her to focus on anything but sucking me off and begging me to fuck her.
It's a perfect trait in a woman, but now is not the time.
Maybe later. Maybe not.
At the sight of the empty bed, my shoulders sink in relief or disappointment. I’m not sure. Gia’s not here, but I know after our post-orgasmic discussion last night that she hasn’t left. She’s probably hunting down coffee because she’s definitely not a morning person.
I dress quickly and find Gia in the kitchen, impatiently tapping her foot and fingers as if that would make the coffee brew faster.
“Morning.”
She gasps and turns with a wide smile. “Morning, handsome. Sleep well?”
No. “Like a baby,” I lie.
Her brows dip in skepticism. “Hmm, that must have been some other naked guy beside me doing a damn good impersonation of a rotisserie last night.”
With those words, she turns back to the coffee pot and continues tapping her foot, impatience coming off her in waves.
She’s wearing jeans today and they fit her like a fucking glove, showing off a fat ass, small waist and shapely legs that had my mind drifting to last night. All night.
When she turns, hugging a steaming mug of coffee, I can see the holes in the knees and thighs of her pants, giving off glimpses of flesh and ink. The black t-shirt is cropped at the waist and hanging off one shoulder, making her look even younger than her twenty-three years.
“Gia.”
She blinks and looks up at me with a blank expression.
“Preacher,” she sighs and sits at the kitchen table. “What’s up?”
“We need to talk.”
She nods and sips as if she doesn’t have a care in the world. “About?”
“What you showed me last night.”
I saw the evidence with my own eyes, and yet still, I can’t believe it.
Gia nods again and finishes off her coffee, slamming the mug down with a thud.
“Look, Preacher, I know you don’t like what you saw. Hell, you probably like it even less that I found it, but I didn’t put it there. It’s there for all the underground world to see.”
She sits back and folds her arms, just as defensive as she’d been last night.
“You still believe it?”
She nods. “I have eyes, don’t I? Maybe you don’t know everything yourbrothersare into, Preacher. People lie to those they claim to love all the time, so don’t go blaming me for this.”
I growl, “I’m not blaming you.” I’m angry that she still believes my club would do this. “It’s just, ah fuck, maddening to know this is out there.” And it’s all a lie. It has to be.
“I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” She sighs, and a bitter smile flashes quickly before it disappears again. “Mom always said digging into other people’s business would come back to bite me in the ass one day.”
“You find stuff like this often?”
