Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened. Because the longer I sat there thinking about it, the more I felt like he’d fucking used me.
And I really didn’t want to fuck up my employment status by being a royal bitch to the president of this MC. I’d known he was married when I slept with him. This fell on my shoulders as much as it did his, and I needed to get my shit together.
It was eerily quiet in the clubhouse, but I was pretty sure it was because everyone was giving Johnston a wide berth. No doubt he was in a foul fucking mood. The Texas charter had ridden out about an hour ago. I hadn’t seen them off because I was a chicken shit too afraid to leave her room. No doubt everyone knew what Johnston and I had done last night, and no doubt, everyone also knew what had happened this morning. Wasn’t like Wendy had tried keeping her voice down.
Shame washed over me. I fucking knew better than to sleep with a married man.
A knock sounded on the door. I heaved a sigh and stood up from the bed, walking to the door. I unlocked it before swinging it open, surprised to see Blayke standing there. He trailed his dark eyes over me before shaking his head with a grunt. “You can’t hide out in here forever,” he told me.
I grimaced. Fuck. if he knew, then I bet everyone else did, too. “So, everyone knows then?”
He shrugged. “Pretty sure, yeah. Wendy was yelling loud enough to bust someone’s eardrums if they stood close enough to her. Johnston sent her home and has been holed up in his office since. Pretty sure he’s trying to make sure he doesn’t explode at any of us.”
I was surprised. Normally, Johnston took out his rage on whoever was closest. I didn’t like the feeling that he felt out of his element with his own wife. It left a sour, bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I pushed my hand through my red hair. I hadn’t done anything with it, so the curls were frizzed and an absolute mess, my fingers getting caught in the tangles. I huffed and dropped my hand back to my side, unsure what to do now. I sure as hell wasn’t ready to face the music that awaited me.
“Not sure if I’m ready to show my face,” I told him honestly. “What is everyone going to think? I slept with a married man—your fucking president, Blayke.”
Blayke shrugged and leaned his shoulder against the doorjamb to my room, crossing his bulky, colorful arms across his chest. “Okay? That married man dragged you to his room last night. He wanted you. And no one’s going to give a fuck, Aaliyah. You’re family. None of us have been blind to the tension between you two. What happened last night was only a matter of time.”
My heart clenched in my chest. Everyone had seen how badly we’d wanted one another. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. I blew out a soft breath. “Let me fix my hair, and then I’ll come out,” I quietly told him.
He nodded, his lips quirking up just slightly at the corners. “Good. Don’t let that bitch win.” He smirked at me. “We all like you better anyway, Aaliyah. Prez does everything for a reason, and if he never let Wendy around, well…” He let his voice trail off, shrugging again.
It meant Johnston didn’t trust her. My heart sank to my feet, completely bypassing the acid in my stomach. If he didn’t trust her, what the hell might happen?
With that, Blayke went back up the hall. I blew out a soft breath and closed my door before heading into my bathroom to tame my red curls into a bun before facing the music.
Because it was waiting for me. No doubt about it. And while the club members and even the club girls might not give a fuck that I slept with Johnston—hell, some of them might even praise me for it—that didn’t mean Johnston’s wife wasn’t going to be a problem.
Something in my gut told me I needed to be watching my back, and I needed to be extra careful. I hadn’t missed the look in her eyes, and I hadn’t missed how Johnston kept her away from me. Looking back on the scene with eyes that were now opened a little more, it was clear Johnston was doing his best to protect me from her.
Men in this club didn’t protect women from other women…
Unless one of the women in question was in real danger.
I rubbed my forehead, blowing out a harsh breath. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER FIVE
Johnston
Wendy screeched all the way outside, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. I knew I was hurting her. No doubt, my grip on her arm would leave bruises on her pale skin, but I didn’t give a fuck.