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“I didn’t think that meant me.” She pouts, touching her chest and twirling the necklace I gave her a few months ago as a birthday gift.
“What makes you so special?” I ask. She perches on the edge of my desk and places her foot on my chair, between my legs.
“You know what makes me special,” she purrs, rubbing her toes against my inner thigh.
“Instead of talking, why don’t you remind me?”
Angel smiles and stands, lifting her dress over her head in one swift movement. She’s an expert in seduction, one of the things that first caught my attention. She rolls her panties down her thighs, taking her time, then she stands before me naked and does a slow turn. “What would you like me to do?”
“You can’t do much if I’m fully clothed,” I point out, and she grins.
“Let’s rectify that right now.” Reaching for my belt, she unfastens it and then tugs at my zipper. She rubs my erection through my jeans, and I hiss in appreciation. I need this release, I’m too uptight and on edge.
I watch as she takes out my cock. She runs her hands up my thighs, raking her nails across my skin, and then she licks the tip of my erection. I let my head fall back and sigh as she sucks me into her mouth. I close my eyes, but instead of pleasure ripping through me, my mind is filled with images of Mae. They’re not pretty images, and I sit up suddenly, taking Angel by surprise. “Sorry,” I apologise, tucking my flaccid cock back in my pants. “I can’t do this right now.”
I stand, and Angel begins to dress quickly. “Did I do something?”
“No, it’s me. I’m just tired,” I explain, waiting until she’s fully dressed again before ushering her out the door. I lean back against it, groaning in frustration. Maybe I need someone not connected to this club, an unknown face I can spend one night with and then forget about.
I spend a few hours going over the books for the club, then I send a text message out to some of the guys, including Tag, asking if they’d like to meet for a drink in the clubhouse bar later. I need to get drunk and get laid. I fix a sandwich and head up to Mae’s room. Scar is sitting outside on the floor, facing her closed door.
“Everything good?” I ask.
“Yeah, Pres. She was asleep last time I checked. Doc came and gave her something, but she wasn’t very nice about it. She’s like a different person.”
“She’s been through a lot. I’ll speak to Doc about getting her some counselling.”
“The good news is, he said she should start to feel better within the next day or two. He reckons she wasn’t exposed to much of the stuff.”
“Good. Let me in, I’ve got her some food.”
Scar unlocks the door, and I step inside. Mae is laying naked on top of her sheets. I slam the door quickly before Scar gets a proper look, but the noise wakes Mae and she sits up. “Fuck, Mae, put on some damn clothes,” I hiss.
She flops back on the bed and rolls onto her side. “I was hot.”
“Anyone could walk in.” I throw a sheet over her. I hate seeing her bruises, they’re a reminder of how I didn’t protect her.
“I know I disgust you. I disgust myself,” she mutters.
“Don’t talk shit, Mae,” I mutter, placing the tray of food on her bedside table.
“The bruises remind you of what happened.”
“Of course, they do, I know how you got them. It doesn’t mean I’m disgusted, but it hurts me that you got hurt.”
“You won’t even look me in the eye,” she huffs.
“I got you some food.” I sigh. “Try and eat something.”
Mae throws the sheet from her body and sits on the edge of the bed. “Look at me, Ace.”
I place my hands on my hips uncomfortably and look to the ground. “Just eat.”
“Look at me. If you aren’t disgusted, then fucking look at me.”
I look into Mae’s eyes. “There, happy now?”
She grabs my head in her hands and forces me to look at her naked body, “Here,” she growls. “Look here.” I try to pull away, but she fights me, “Say it. Say you’re sick to your stomach. Tell me how you can’t even look at me because I remind you of the things they did.”
