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“It’s nice. Nicer than mine.” She shrugged. “I thought you lived at the clubhouse?”
“I got a room but don’t use it too much. I like my space.”
“Oh.”
He watched as she peered around the small room. It wasn’t much, but he’d bought it a few years ago.
“Gonna stand there all night?”
“Will I be here all night?”
“Yeah.” There was no sense in lying to her. She shook her head and took a seat across from him on his recliner. He noticed she sat on the edge with her hands clasped together on her lap, looking extremely uncomfortable.
“Don’t wanna sit over here?” He patted the cushion of the couch, and she narrowed her eyes.
“I’m fine here.”
He smirked, loving her resistance. Again, there was the fire he liked.
“So, what now?”
It was a loaded question, and he couldn’t resist.
He shrugged. “We could fuck?” It was intended as a joke to lighten the mood.
Her face tightened, and she gritted her teeth. “I’m not having sex with you anymore.”
“No?” He leaned up and rested his elbows on his knees. “I thought you liked fucking me. I mean, you seemed to enjoy it when I was inside you. The panting and moaning, screaming out my name when you came all over my cock? Hmmm…guess I read it wrong, huh?”
Her face turned the brightest shade of red he’d ever seen. He tried to fight against the smile creeping over his lips, but he was doing a sorry ass job at covering it up. Her harsh frown was evidence of that. While he was amused by the back and forth, she was not.
“This is funny, huh?” She nodded impassively. “I get why. You nailed me against a tree, proving I’m nothing but an easy lay. Then you have me show up at your club while you’re screwing around with another girl, probably to prove the point again that I was an easy lay.”
Trax balled his hands, feeling his anger build. Everything she’d said was complete bullshit. Before he could say anything to dispute it, she continued.
“And while you’re feeling up some chick, I get dragged into a room, the door locked behind me, and forced to identify a man I barely saw. When I couldn’t do it fast enough or correctly, I was then threatened with bodily harm. I believe your president’s exact words were, ‘I’ll beat your ass.’ Hmmm…he’s a charmer, that one. But I mean, yeah, I get it. You scare the hell out of me, threaten me, and then send me on my way.” She snorted. “Oh no, wait, no, you felt the need to stretch your muscles and prove what a badass you were by following me into the diner, forcing me to get on your bike under false pretense and keep me in your house like a prisoner. Reminding me again how completely fucked up I am for believing any word that comes out of your mouth.”
Ah, fuck me.
Listening to her and watching her as she went on her tirade, it all became clear. Clearly fucked. Seeing everything that went down through her eyes made him feel like a complete asshole. The plan of bringing her to his house to get closer to her had totally backfired. Her whole speech pretty much summed it all up.
She sighed and nodded again with resignation. “You know why I stopped for Mick?” She turned her head and stared back at him. His jaw twitched, but he didn’t move a muscle; he couldn’t. Everything she’d just said had put him into a rage. Not because it was bullshit, but because in her eyes, it was the absolute truth.
“I stopped because, well…” She paused, twisting her hands together and glanced back up at him through her lashes. “I couldn’t not stop. I didn’t even think of any consequence that might happen as a result of pulling over and helping him. I saw someone hurt and in need of help, and I just acted without thought.” She licked her lips. “I’ve never seen someone bleeding like that, and his gashes and cuts, not even every scary movie I saw, could have prepared me for that scene. For all the fear running through me, and there was a lot, I didn’t leave him. I couldn’t. He was in so much pain, his face did nothing to hide it, and I just kept thinking, ‘Please don’t let him die.’”
He’d been witness to a few motorcycle wrecks, all gory and awful, something that had stuck with him. It was part of the life, it happened. But it wasn’t her life, not something she signed up for. If she hadn’t stopped, who knows how long he would have been out there by himself. He most likely would have died alone on the empty road.
“With one decision, my simple life got thrown upside down.” She huffed a breath in disgust. “You and your club thinking I deserve all the shit you’ve handed me.”
He was willing to hear her out, but she’d gotten that part wrong.
“No one thinks that. Not me, not the club, no one.” He stood, wanting nothing more than to take her into his arms and hold her. The only thing holding him back was her. “I’m so fucking sorry for how this all played out, Chey.”
Her eyes welled, and she drew in a breath. She wiped her hands down her jeans and stood. His gaze followed her every move.
“Ironic, huh? If I had to do it all over again, knowing how my life would be catapulted into shit,” she paused, narrowing her eyes, “I still would have stopped.” She turned, and he caught her wiping her cheeks with her sleeve. She wandered down the hall, and he heard the door latch and lock, forced into place. The hall only provided three options. His bedroom, a spare bedroom, or the bathroom.
He dragged his hands over his face. I don’t deserve this girl. A better man would allow her time, offer her a ride to the club to get her car, and promise never to bother her again. And keep the fucking promise.
