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“What do you think?”
“I’m relieved I didn’t commit incest.” He laughs humorlessly.
“That all this means to you?” I don’t know how else to find out if he wants to continue what we started since I’m not about to go spilling my guts if he’s not interested.
“I mean, what else would it mean?” he asks, and my stomach sinks. I don’t like this feeling. It’s why I never even consider any kind of relationship. Being vulnerable isn’t something I enjoy.
“Nothin’.” I stand. “Well, have a nice life. Wish I could say this has been fun, but you’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since we met in kindergarten.”
He chuckles. “Same to you.”
There’s a moment of silence while I try and figure out a good way to hang up. When nothing comes to mind, I hit the red “End” button, letting that do all the talking for me.
I toss the letter in the trash and walk back to the shop, letting the last couple of weeks go. I’m glad it’s over, and now that I know how he feels, I can move on and get back to what’s important.
My brothers, my club, and my job. That’s what I should be focusing on. There’s nothing more out there for me. I knew that to my core a couple weeks ago. Jenson fucked that up for a moment, but after that conversation, he’s only solidified my ideologies for me.
8
JENSON
“What’s gotten into you, man?” Chase asks, kicking his feet up on my desk.
I shove them off. “Have some respect for the mahogany.”
“Seriously, what’s eating your ass?” His brow quirks. “Or should I say, who isn’t eating your ass?”
“Stop.”
“So, are you going to tell me, or what? Because all you wanted was to take over the company. Now that you have, you’ve been nothing but a whiny bitch.”
I haven’t told Chase about Mike, or Mustang, I guess. For one, I’m embarrassed by the little prick I was growing up. For another, it sounds stupid to admit that I’ve fallen in. . . I don’t know what the hell I’ve fallen into. Lust? Like? Whatever it is, it didn’t take long for me to get there, which is not like me. I’m calculating. I consider things for a long damn time before I pull the trigger. But forty-eight hours into knowing Mustang, I’m ready to dive into a relationship?
It’s irrational. I don’t know much about the guy, but what I do know is waving a huge red flag in front of my face. He’s in a biker club. One that is known for its illegal behavior. I can’t have that shit attached to my name or my business.
“Jenson,” Chase says, waving a hand. “Where’d you go, man?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “If I tell you what’s up, I don’t want to hear shit about it. There’s nothing you can say I haven’t already told myself.”
“This sounds juicy. Proceed.” He gets comfortable in the chair, kicking his legs out and resting his hands behind his head.
I’m going to regret this, but I need to get it off my chest. Maybe then I can focus on what matters, like getting things back on track for Poole Enterprises. My mouth opens, and I spew every single detail at Chase, who listens without showing any reaction. Thank god because if he had, I wouldn’t have been able to tell him everything.
“How long ago did you get the results?” he asks once I finish.
“Two weeks ago.” And every hour of each day has been spent thinking about it.
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this sooner?”
“I didn’t want to admit the kind of asshole I was or that I was slumming it with some biker.”
He tilts his head. “You sound like you’re still an asshole when you say shit like that.”
“Like what?”
“Slumming it?”
“That wasn’t a dig. Or at least I didn’t mean it like one. All I’m saying is I sit in a high rise every day, drive an expensive vehicle, and sleep in a penthouse apartment. He’s a mechanic, sleeps in a cabin behind a motorcycle club compound, and probably murders people on the weekend.”
