AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Because I’d shown up in person.
Regret from last night flushed through my chest, forcing my thumb to click out of his thread, and open another.
One that was less complicated, less frustrating and altogether less.
Exactly how I wanted it.
EIGHT
KILLIAN
For three months, I’d avoided late nights at the club.
Or at least, that’s how I made it seem. If Laura were there, I’d make it seem like I was taking off with a girl, or otherwise acting engaged with someone. She was always around, sipping a beer, smiling and chatting with Natty, Red and the various Sweetbutts around.
How she made friends so easily I had no idea.
Couldn’t they all see her for the threat she was? She was more gorgeous than any girl in this club and had more of a chance at getting patched in by a member. I kept expecting a Sweetbutt to fight with her, or get catty, but they never did. Laura was sweet, considerate and never flirted.
Well, with the exception of Kip.
She flirted with him, and I noticed every small smile she offered him freely, every touch on his arm, and every single hungry expression he had for her. He wasn’t the only one either. Laura had a fan club, and she didn’t even know it. Which was why I tried to make my presence here scarce, but that was going to have to change with me becoming president.
They’d expect me here, so I was going to have to get over her and my little issues with being around her. Tonight was my first attempt.
The image of her riding my thigh, asking me to tell her what I wished for was stuck on repeat in my head. The way she’d licked her lips and that tiny bit of cum had dripped down. Fuck, I wanted to be around her, especially to ensure she wasn’t around other members.
Except, she didn’t seem to be present. I watched for a few hours, letting it go, but now I was starting to get restless.
My presence by the bar and near Red was probably exhausting to all the members crowding in, trying to get a drink, but I wanted a chance to look in the kitchen.
No Laura.
I made an excuse to head out back, but she wasn’t there either. I didn’t want to look inside the apartment. I hadn’t set foot inside it for three months, and I had a fear that being inside with her would thrust me back to where I was when she first arrived.
Obsessed and addicted.
She was probably in there, in bed, reading or asleep. She had an actual day of work, so she was probably tired. Was I an asshole for wanting her to face me and talk about last night?
Grabbing another beer, hoping this one would at least create a buzz, I was about to head back into the central part of the club when I saw Kip stand up from the sunken leather couch he and his friends were settled in. He swayed as he stared down at his phone.
“She finally lettin’ you between those fine legs?” Royce, his best friend, joked loudly.
Kip leaned to the side, still holding his beer.
“Fuck I hope so. She’s been playing the long game with me, but she just texted that she needs a ride. So—” He tipped his head back, finishing off his beer.
“Knight in fucking shining armor.” Royce laughed, while Kip took a bow.
That was enough of that. I approached the group, patting Kip on the back, even though I really wanted to wrap my hand around his fucking neck.
“Let me see that.” I grabbed his phone, and the screen was still lit up with her text.
She sent a pin with her location, and I forwarded it to my phone.
“I’ll get her.” I shut down the irritation over the fact that she hadn’t asked me to begin with.
“Prez, it’s not necessary,” Kip argued, taking his phone back, “besides, it’s the first night of your big weekend. You need to be here.”
