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If anything, find a piece of ass to fuck her out of my system. It’s high time that happens before I end up doing something I’ll regret.
CHAPTER 2
BRISTOL
I knew coming here was a bad idea. A very bad idea.
The moment Beast stepped into the clubhouse, my heart felt like it was going to burst right out of my chest with how fast it started beating. I didn’t find out until I got here that he was coming home, and that’s why I was invited. If I’d known ahead of time, I wouldn’t have come, and I think the girls knew it.
After Beast spotted me, I knew I was right in thinking it was a bad idea and decided it was time to make my escape. The last thing I want to see is Beast getting cozy with one of the slutty skanks that hang around here. Already I’ve heard a few of them mention how they’ve missed him and his big dick. I don’t need to hear any more or witness what might happen tonight. The ol’ ladies had said plenty about the parties in the past, and I definitely don’t want to partake in any of it.
Making my excuses, I rush out of there before he has to see me again.
Months ago, Sutton had told me to think about something, and I shoved it aside for the time being. I didn’t want to thinkabout it. I couldn’t if I had to, I was afraid I’d end up hurt more than I was. It’s bad enough that he didn’t care enough to fight me when I didn’t want to see him after what happened. I still can’t talk about it. If I’m honest, it still gives me nightmares. The whole situation. All of it. From the part where I’d been taken, raped, and nearly killed to the part where Beast and the guys found me and, lastly, what happened at the hospital.
I didn’t want him to see me like that. I felt embarrassed by what happened to me. I know he did what I asked, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. He hurt me by showing me how little he did care.
It might sound childish as hell. For that matter, it sounds totally pathetic and makes me seem like a self-absorbed bitch who doesn’t think about anything but herself, but considering the way I was raised, I guess you can say old habits die hard.
See, my parents were well-to-do society, and my mother was all about herself. She was more about her spa days and going to the country club. My dad, though, more or less had his head on his shoulders. It’s what made him good at being a lawyer. They both came from money, my dad more so than my mom, and they expected me to be a certain way. Well, mostly.
Mom wanted me to find a man, marry, and be like her. My sister followed in her footsteps, and I saw how it turned out for her. No thanks. I don’t want that for me. Dad, on the other hand, did demand we have an education and that we learn how to manage things on our own. You could say I took after him in a lot of ways, same as my big brother, but Mom made sure I was still a bitch.
In high school, that’s when I learned to fight to be like her. I saw for the first time what she was truly like and decided to change.
Now, I don’t really talk to her unless it’s at a dinner that my father requests me to attend. For the most part, I can avoid lessimportant ones, but for the others, I have no choice. Needless to say, it wasn’t easy when he needed me to come to them during this past year. They didn’t know what happened to me. I wanted to keep it that way. The only ones who know who my family is are the ol’ ladies and Reaper.
Reaper didn’t want to keep it quiet from his brothers, but I explained to him I didn’t want them to know where I came from. That’s not me. Not anymore.
I might have a trust fund, but it doesn’t mean I touch it. I hate being from money. Still, some of the habits I was raised with aren’t something easily shaken.
I shake the thoughts away, not wanting to think about any of that. It’s a secret I’ll keep because I don’t want anyone else to find out, for instance, Beast.
Releasing a sigh, I rush to my car, get in, start her up, and get the hell away from the clubhouse as fast as I can.
I pull up in front of my little house on the other side of town. It’s technically not small. It’s a beautiful three-bedroom ranch-style house on two acres of land with a living room, den, open kitchen, and dining area. The garage is set off to the side and is big enough for two cars.
Reaper and Angel helped me go over it when I wanted to buy it. They made sure that the foundation was good and that I wasn’t going to get ripped off in the process of buying it. After moving in I got a job because I used up my savings to put the down payment on my place rather than the trust. I could have easily paid outright, but I didn’t. This house is mine. I worked hard and saved everything I could to be able to afford it, and I’m proud of myself for being able to do just that.
My parents live in Dallas, and when I told my dad about buying my house, he seemed proud of me. He even came out a week after I moved in and checked it out. Thankfully, he came without my mom. If she’d come, she’d have found something to fuss about. Probably claimed it was too small or too homey rather than sophisticated as the one I was raised within. Dad thought it suited me, and he was happy I was happy.
Parking in my garage, I grab my stuff and get out. I sigh and make my way up and into the house. I smile as I’m greeted by Jagger, my Maine coon kitty. He was a housewarming gift to me by my dad. He said I needed someone to come home to and that he knew I always wanted one.
“Hey, Jagger,” I coo as I set my things down on the table I keep near the door, toe off my shoes, and pull my jacket off. “You want your treat, don’t you?”
Jagger always loves getting his treats. He’s only fourteen weeks old, and he’s already spoiled.
Every day before I leave for work, he gets his breakfast. When I get home, he gets a treat, and later on, I give him his dinner. On days that I leave to go run errands, he gets a couple extra treats. I know it’s my fault for spoiling him, but I can’t help it. I love the cat. He’s got those blue eyes with black and gray fur. He’s adorable.
Meowing, he wraps himself around my ankles in answer.
“All right, baby, I’ll get you your treat.” Laughing, I make my way through the house to where I keep his stash, pull him out several nibbles, and squat down for him to eat out of my hand. Once he’s done, I pick him up into my arms. “Tonight, sucked.” I sigh, rubbing my nose against the top of his head. “He came back this evening, and he didn’t seem happy to see me.”
Jagger meows and starts purring.
“Come on,” I say, shuffling around the house with him in my arms and heading to the bedroom. It’s the weekend, and I don’t have to be at work tomorrow, but I have errands to run.
It’s different working at a law firm as the assistant to one of the hotshot lawyers who is known for his bachelor ways. The good thing about working for him is he has ethics and doesn’t hit on me at work. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t expressed his interest in connecting outside of work and respected my rejection as what it should be. But he knows who I am and what family I come from. There’s no hiding it, considering his family runs in the same circle.
