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“Thanks, Soul.” My eyes water, but I blink back the tears. “Thank you for everything.”
“You say that like you won’t be back,” Soul teases. “If my VP has anything to say about it, I’m sure we’ll be seeing you again… and soon.”
“Damn straight,” Malice agrees, and I swear he thumps his chest like a damn caveman.
Soul chuckles before turning to face the rest of the room. “Hey everyone! Come say goodbye to Apple. She’s leaving us tomorrow… something about a potential record label deal.”
Cheers fill the room as they all gather around us. I’m passed from one person to another, each of them giving me a congratulatory hug, before landing back in front of Malice, who’s scowling.
“Assholes need to keep their hands to themselves,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around me. “Let’s go pack, babe.”
Babe. A girl could get used to that.
When we get to Malice’s room, he packs a bag while I reread the texts from Kyle, Mara, and Sydney. Instead of individually replying to them, I start a group text.
Me: Hey guys, sorry about going MIA. Coming back tomorrow.
Kyle: Did you talk to Amelia
Me: Yep!! Super excited. TTYL
Sydney: See ya then
Mara: So glad you’re coming back. See ya
* * *
While the prospectsload up Stella, Malice and I grab a quick bite to eat before we leave. Once we’re finished, we head for the elevator, but Cece barrels toward us.
“Wait up,” she wheezes.
“Fuck Cece,” Soul growls as he comes up behind her. “I told you to quit running around the clubhouse.”
“I’m fine.” She rolls her eyes. “God save me from alpha men.”
“You shouldn’t be out of breath,” Soul snaps as he pulls her close. “You’re pregnant and shouldn’t be straining your fucking self.”
“Oh… okay.” She pats his chest. “No more sex then. Ya know, since I shouldn’t be straining myself.”
Soul’s face drains of color. “That… that’s not… no… that’s not what I meant,” he sputters as he backpedals.
Malice laughs, and I elbow him in the stomach.
“Stop it,” I snip with a smile before focusing on Cece. “What’s up Ce?”
“I called Trista, my manager at Naughty/Nice, and told her you’d be stopping by for a new outfit on your way out of town.”
I shake my head. “Ce, no. I appreciate it, but I have clothes.”
“Fuck that.” She waves her hand dismissively. “You need something new and flashy. Bring those scouts to their knees. My treat.”
“She’s already going to do that.” Malice hugs me to his side and kisses my temple. “But that’s a very generous gift,” he adds when Soul glares at him.
“Thanks, girl.” I hug her. “And don’t forget to let me know how your first baby appointment goes. I want all the deets.”
We say our goodbyes, and Malice promises Soul one last time that he’s coming back and not leaving the club.
We arrive at the Blue Rose later than I anticipated thanks to the added shopping trip, but I don’t care. The girls at Naughty/Nice deemed purple to be my signature color—Malice, not so shockingly, agreed—and I now have a kick-ass outfit to wear on Saturday night. The ripped dark-wash jeans, two-inch heeled leather boots, and purple backless crop halter top accentuate all my best features. Malice growled when he saw me in it. Sure, he also mumbled under his breath about showing too much skin, but that growl… chef’s kiss.
