Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Everything happened so fast, yet it played out in slow motion. I felt this connection to him and the instant he realized he was feeling it too, it was gone.
His touch.
His eyes.
His comfort.
Snatched away with the beat of a drum.
Letting go of my hair, he roared, “Get the fuck out of my office!”
I shuddered, trying to catch my bearings. “Wait… What? Why?”
In one swift movement, he grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the door.
“What’s happening? What are you doing?”
“If I wanted lip from you,” he viciously spewed, “I would have let you suck my cock.” With a clenched jaw, he shoved me out of his office.
“I don’t understand.” I fervently shook my head, facing him. “I thought…” I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes, threatening to surface and I didn’t want to cry out of pure frustration with his hot and cold indifference.
It wasn’t until he growled, “Little girls don’t get me hard,” that he slammed the door in my face.
Right then and there, I learned the hard truth about Hayes. He was now…
My enemy.
Five
Haven
I was fuming from the inside out. I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to embarrass me yet again. If he wanted to go to war, then I’d give him one hell of a battle.
Making my way into the bar, I found Cove with a bunch of guys who were wearing black leather vests with the words, The Outlaw, written on the back of them. It was the same logo as the bar. Some of them were hanging out around the pool table while the others were sitting at the table behind it. They were in a secluded area in the back of the bar, I could tell they were regulars, and this was their usual spot.
Cove was playing pool with a few of them, strutting her stuff like she did wherever we went. My best friend was a knockout. She resembled a Barbie Doll with her bright blue eyes and blonde hair. She had big boobs, a tiny waist, and a plump ass.
She caught me walking toward her and smiled, but it quickly faded when she realized I wasn’t smiling back at her.
“Uh oh,” she greeted once I was standing beside her. “Let me guess, it didn’t go well?”
“I. Hate. Him.”
“That bad?”
“You won’t believe what he just did to me.”
“I can only imagine based off of how mad you are. You want to leave?”
“No.”
“So, you want to stay?”
“Absolutely.”
She shook her head with worry. “I don’t like the look in your eyes. What are you conjuring up now?”
I smiled wide. “I’m going to do what I do best.”
“What’s that?”
“Piss him off.”
Before she could reply, I strode over to the DJ and requested the song “7 Rings” by Ariana Grande. It was my favorite song to dance to. As soon as the beat dropped, I climbed onto the bar. It was easy for me to be the center of attention. I was used to it from cheering in front of large, sold out stadiums. I was a performer, and knowing how to draw a crowd was what I excelled at.
The loud bass vibrated against my core. Slowly, I started rocking my hips as my hands worked their way up my waist to my head. Running my fingers seductively through my hair, I lifted it off my neck. Never stopping the momentum of my body moving to the lyrics.
There was a strong shift in the air, the space, and the energy all around me as men began to gather. It didn’t take long for the hooting and hollering to begin, only spurring on my show.
My breathing tethered.
My pulse accelerated…
My heart started pounding out of my chest.
Slowly, I licked my lips while I dropped my ass to the ground. Singing Ariana’s lyrics, “I want it. I got it. I want it. I got it.”
My long hair cascaded down my face, and I used it to my advantage, seductively swinging it over to one side. Men stood there in awe at how I could move. With all their eyes on me, I sinfully worked my way down onto my knees.
I crawled down the bar, trying to look as tempting as possible, fully aware the cheerleading bloomers I was wearing were on full display.
Hey, at least it wasn’t my panties.
The bartenders didn’t mind one bit, backing away from the bar to watch me too. The lighting in the room was dim, simply adding to my sinful dance. Once I was at the end of the bar, I popped my ass, grinding long and hard. I played my part, getting them eating out of the palms of my hands.
The song was almost over, and I finished with an exaggerated bow. The crowd ate it up, yelling obscenities, whistling and clapping.
“You guys want to see me dance again?” I shouted over their excited screams.