Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
She smiled and she brushed her fingers over his brow. “That took a lot for you to say.”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’ll cherish that.” She planted a kiss on his cheek, then wiggled out from beneath him. “But now I have to go put on a slutty dress and flirt with other men.”
For fuck’s sake.
Chapter Twelve
Dawg gritted his teeth as he watched the woman he fucked almost fifteen years ago climb out of her overpriced shiny new SUV in the driveway of her overpriced huge house.
She looked good. But nothing like when she was nineteen. Now she looked well-put together, dressed like she had money, her hair was perfectly in place, and she looked pampered.
Nothing he would’ve been able to give her. Not back then, maybe not even now.
Fuck no. He could only offer her dick, and the future of living over a damn strip club.
That wasn’t what she wanted from him. And he didn’t blame her, she had it good now. She probably wanted for nothing and ran in circles that would never give him the time of day. Though, he was sure some of the men in her “circles” were some of his loyal clientele.
But, hey, as long as they tipped his girls good, he didn’t care what side of the tracks his customers were from.
The women in her circle wouldn’t give him a second glance unless they were looking for a night with a bad boy just for shits and giggles. Or looking for revenge on a cheating husband. And thank fuck he’d taken one up on her offer one night last year during a dry spell. The rich bitch he did that night just happened to know Regan and slipped about Caitlin’s real father possibly being an Angel when she saw his cut.
A few casual questions later and Dawg had put two and two together...
He’d climbed off his sled and now stood there waiting, arms crossed over his chest.
She had seen him. He was hard to miss. And he was sure it wasn’t very often that a biker wearing a DAMC cut sat on his Harley at the curb of a million-dollar mansion. Or however much that house cost.
In fact, “wasn’t very often” probably meant never.
He was surprised none of the neighbors had called the cops yet for a suspicious person. But he kept an ear peeled for sirens just in case. Though he wasn’t doing anything illegal, he didn’t know any of the cops in this wealthy area outside of Pittsburgh. So he might end up tased, batoned or even thrown in jail for just looking at a pig sideways.
Then his day would suck even more than it already did.
Regan slipped her sunglasses down her nose as she stared at him from next to her vehicle. Even from where he stood, on public property to make sure he wasn’t trespassing, he could tell she was muttering under her breath.
Probably calling him every name in the book.
Well, he was calling her the same shit in his head. So they were even.
With a large visible sigh, she yanked her purse over her shoulder and stomped in his direction. “What the hell are you doing here, Dawg?” she asked in an angry whisper when she got close enough.
“Surprised you remember me,” he said, even though he had no doubt she would never forget him. Especially when she popped out his kid. “Need to talk.”
“Now? There’s absolutely no reason to reminisce about good times.”
The sarcasm in her voice made him grimace. “Was it good for you?”
Color flooded her cheeks, and she pushed her sunglasses higher up her nose. She twisted her head left and right, probably making sure none of her neighbors saw her slumming with a man of questionable character.
“You look good, Regan.”
Her head jerked back. “I’m married.”
“Know it. Don’t wanna fuck you, just tryin’ to be civil.”
Emma had reminded him before he’d left to remain calm and be civil since you drew more flies with honey. That’s what she said, and he would try to stick with that plan.
“Why are you here, Dawg?”
“Like I said, need to talk.”
“We have nothing to talk about.”
He pinned her with a stare. “Doubt that.” Then he shut up and waited.
After a few seconds, her face became pale and her lips thinned. Even through her big, fashionable sunglasses he could see her eyes widen when it hit her why he was there. “I’m going inside. You need to leave.”
As she turned, he snaked out a hand and snagged her wrist, keeping her right where she stood. “No.”
“No?” She tugged on her arm and he let her go. He didn’t need to add on assault charges.
“No. Came here for a reason. Stayin’ until I say my piece.”
She tugged her purse higher up her shoulder. Maybe she was afraid he’d try to snatch it. “What could we possibly have to talk about after fifteen years? We slept together once.”