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Saylor
Worst. Date. Ever.
How the hell did stuff like this keep happening to me?
When I’d agreed to go on a date with Tad, he’d been normal. Fun. Amusing.
Then he’d picked me up, and it was like I’d gotten his evil twin instead of the man that I’d met at one of my father’s family club parties.
See, my father was a Dixie Warden. The Dixie Wardens were a motorcycle club out of Benton, Louisiana. A very popular, very well-known MC that was filled with members that were cops, firefighters, ex-military and current military.
Though my dad lived in Benton, Louisiana, they still tended to have events down here with their sister chapters. The event that I met Tad at being one of them.
Tad was the son of an Alabama chapter member.
I’d met his parents.
My dad had met Tad.
He’d approved!
And then I get—whatever the hell Tad had turned into.
When I moved to Texas, I thought I was getting a fresh start.
New dating pool. No father constantly checking in, hovering, and generally making it hard to live my life as a single woman.
I began my own cake business part-time and was a newly graduated ultrasound technician.
I had a good life.
Until it came to the dating game.
Then I didn’t have a good life.
I had a piss poor excuse for one.
I should’ve expected it, to be honest.
I had shit luck when it came to dating.
“You want a drink?” Tad asked, sounding as if he was enjoying himself.
He should be.
Every single woman that had walked by him or come close to him had drawn his attention.
I swore that he’d almost reached out and grabbed a few asses as if he couldn’t help himself.
Today when Tad had picked me up, I’d smiled at him and offered him a kiss on the cheek. He’d palmed my ass and pulled me in close to his obvious erection.
I’d yanked myself away as if I was on fire, disgust rising in my features.
When I’d asked him not long after not to take such liberties again, he’d laughed.
I should’ve just turned around and gone back inside my apartment building. Sadly, I hadn’t taken my own sage advice.
Which led me to now, sitting at a baseball game—I didn’t even like baseball—next to a man that had been flirting with the woman on his other side for the last twenty minutes.
