Anna gasps. “He hate fucked you?”
“What the hell is that?” asks Leia.
“Mad sex, like they don’t really want to, but emotion is running high and they give in to the urge,” explains Anna.
“Well, then yes, I was hate fucked. It was terrible,” I groan. “There was no emotion or anything nice actually. It was just sex. Hard and cold and . . . ” I shudder. “Then he hid in the bathroom for ages. Like if that doesn’t scream regret, then I don’t know what does.”
“Oh god,” groans Anna, taking my hand. “It sounds awful. What did he say when he came out?”
“I didn’t give him a chance to say anything. I told him that he should go and that what happened was a mistake. I told him that I liked Chris because he was kind and made me laugh. I asked him to leave me alone.”
“Shit,” mutters Leia. “No wonder he’s been in a shitty mood all week,” she adds, and Anna nods in agreement. “He’s been awful to everyone.” This news makes me feel somewhat better. Maybe he feels bad for the way he was with me, if Cree’s even capable of feeling anything.
“I thought he liked you,” says Anna. “He was always staring at you and growling at any man who came near you. Surely, that wasn’t all for sex?”
“Looks that way.” I shrug. “He had his fill and that was that. Maybe his mood is down to Michelle seeing as she’s been just as shitty this week. All in all, it’s been a crap week. I’m going to drink, fall over, kiss my Prince Charming, and then fall into my empty bed, sad and lonely.”
Kyle holds his glass up and we all do the same. “Cheers to broken hearts, easy lays, and alcohol.” We laugh and clink glasses.
We dance the night away and I lose count of the number of cocktails we drink. Kyle spins me around on the dancefloor and I hit into a hard chest. Looking up into the face of a tall, dark, and handsome guy, I plant my lips on his without a second thought. That’s what tonight is all about after all. Kyle high fives me. “Hate to break the mood, chica, but our dragon boss is in the VIP area over there.” I glance over and see Michelle with another woman, drinking champagne.
“Not even she can ruin my mood tonight,” I spit.
“Not even with that hot guy on her arm?” he asks and I glance back over.
“Cree,” I mutter. He’s lost the leather kutte he always wears, and in its place, he wears a white button-down shirt that strains across his ripped chest. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing off his tattoos. The jeans he wears cling to him in all the right places. He looks hot.
“That’s Cree? Wow,” murmurs Kyle.
“He must be acting as security for her this evening. He doesn’t usually dress like that,” I say. As if sensing me watching, his eyes hit my own and I panic and drop, crouching amongst the crowd.
Kyle laughs. “What the fuck are you doing, Eva?” he mutters, trying not to move his lips.
“I didn’t want him to see me,” I hiss.
“I think you were too late on the slut drop. He definitely saw you,” he smirks. “And now, I look like I’m talking to myself. I feel like I should wave to him,” he says.
“Don’t wave,” I screech. “Don’t fucking wave!”
“I’m waving.” He grins, holding up his hand and waving. He suddenly lowers to the ground too. “Oh fuck, Michelle saw me.” he giggles and I roll my eyes.
“Crawl that way,” I growl, pointing past him. “The floor is sticky.”
Cree
It’s been a week since I saw Eva last, and now, she’s here in the same damn nightclub as Michelle and Callum. I did what she wanted—I stayed away. I haven’t even checked in on her at night. And then out of the blue, she sent me my shirt back, freshly washed and ironed. It pissed me off.
“I’ll be right back,” I say to Michelle and she nods, continuing her chat with her friend. The VIP area has its own security anyway, and Callum brought two other men.
I head in the direction of the exit. If I know Eva, she’ll want to get out of here. I spot her and Anna with their arms linked, flagging a cab. She looks back over her shoulder and we lock eyes briefly before Anna pulls her into a waiting cab, joined by Leia and Eva’s work friend.
I feel a hand on my arm, so I spin around to find Michelle smiling up at me. “I didn’t know if it was code,” she says and winks. “So, I followed you out here.”
I shake my head and go back inside, but I feel her behind me. The last thing I need is more complications. I’ve tried to avoid talking to her all evening, and I’ve ignored her calls and texts. The only reason I’m here tonight is because Callum hired me again.
I follow Callum’s car to his home address and wait until they are safely inside before turning my bike around and heading back to the clubhouse. I need sleep. It’s been a long week of observations on Callum and I’m bone tired.
I stop my bike outside and groan when I hear the music pumping out. The club is busy and that’s not what I need right now.
Riggs shakes my hand when I sit by him at the bar. “You ready for church tomorrow?” he asks.
I nod and take his bottle of Jack. “Ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s hope we get something from everyone’s intel. I saw Anna out tonight,” I add.
He points his thumb over his shoulder. “Yeah, she’s home and in a party mood,” he mutters.
I laugh and stare to where he pointed. “With Eva?” I hiss. “Why’s she here?”
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