“What the hell, Garrett?” Diamond said, clearly annoyed. “Seriously, what the fuck has gotten into you the last few months?”
“You want to make me happy, go fuck a prospect.”
“You—”
She paused. Something registered in her mind. And she glared at me for it.
“You’re going to go fuck Mason’s sister again, aren’t you?”
I scowled at her.
“I’m going to goseeMason’s sister again, yes,” I said. “And so help me God, Diamond, if you tell anyone that I am, you’ll be the same thing to the Black Reapers that the Bandits are. Don’t you dare tell anyone. Belle. Some guy named Zack has a huge cock and would love to eat you out. Go find him and you’ll get what you’re looking for.”
I left Diamond and Belle staring at each other, somewhat stupified. I heard Belle asking Diamond which one Zack was, but that was a concern for the two of them to figure out. I walked down the hallway, past the party, out the door, and to my bike. I revved the engine to life, kicked out of the lot, and left just as I saw someone—Mason—drive in.
For the briefest of moments, I figured the best thing to do was turn around and talk to Mason, not so much about Hannah but about the party. If I got to him, I could warn him that Diamond and Belle were in some kind of mood and to avoid them.
But I had a larger concern in mind. I needed to go see Hannah. After the way that phone call had gone, I could not let things go explained over text or a phone call. I had to fucking spell it out in person like a man.
Not like the teenage boy who was afraid of getting hurt again. Not like the player who used pussy as a mask. Not like the limp-dick whiny shithead I’d let myself be after Hannah and I hooked up that first night.
But as a fucking man.
I sped through Santa Maria to get to her place. I killed the engine barely seconds after I parked, hopped off my bike, and knocked at the door. When I didn’t hear a response at first, I knocked again.
And finally, Hannah answered, her eyes wide, stunned to see me.
“What…what are you doing here?” she said, sounding like she wanted to be angry but not quite sure how to actually be that way.
“I came here to talk to you,” I said.
“But I thought you were—”
“Fucking some random girls?” I said, figuring I needed to say everything as honestly as possible. “I was in a room with two that wanted to, yes. But when you said I wouldn’t need to worry about being a father anymore, I needed to come over. I needed to see you and talk to you.”
Hannah pursed her lips, deliberating what she wanted to do. She certainly had a right to decide if she didn’t want me to come in. And I had a right to stay there until she gave me a chance to talk to her.
“You got half an hour,” she said. “I go to bed then. And last thing I need is Mason coming back over.”
“Back over?”
“He was here for dinner before we got into a bit of a fight. I’d rather not have to deal with the fallout of having him return and see you here.”
There was a concern with that. But my concern had more to do with making sure she and I got to talk about everything.
“Let’s chat,” I said, taking a step inside past her.
She went over to the couch and sat down. I took off my boots, sat on the other end of the couch, and nodded to her.
“You’re wearing baggy clothes, huh?”
“I’d rather not have Mason find out about this until he has to. You can forgive me for that, right?”
“Sure, just noting it,” I said. “Look…I think we can both agree that our first date was a disaster, right?”
“Yes,” Hannah said with no hesitation.
“And I think part of that was because I was trying to act a certain way, because I didn’t want to fucking be like last time.”
