And that’s when I lock eyes with Carter Trescott.
4
CARTER
That was quite the show.I almost want to applaud Carmen for her spectacular Broadway performance.
But I suppose I’ll get to do that later, when I take her home.
Vex elbows me in the side like I’m suddenly the enemy. “What the fuck?” he hisses in my ear. “How much have you had to drink? Put the blackboard down.”
Vex can’t tell me what to do. He’s not in the police force anymore, even though he still acts like it from time to time.
“I know her,” I murmur under my breath.
That gets Skipper interested. “Youknowher?”
“Keep your voice down.” I return my gaze to the auctioneer and give him my best smile. I dread to think what I look like right now. It probably looks like I’m constipated.
The auctioneer reads the number aloud and I confirm.
What else was I supposed to do? Let Conrad O’Neill, the devil in disguise, have his way forever with the girl I got to know first?
Carmen stands on stage, arms crossed over her chest. I wish she’d stop doing that. All it’s doing is emphasizing the shape of her breasts, and making me even more annoyed with her.
She shouldn’t be here.
Why the fuck is she here?
“Are you gonna tell us how you know her?” Vex asks.
“I will,” I say, answering his question promptly to shut him up. “Later.”
I go back to staring at her on stage and hoping this isn’t karma.
The night I spent with her is symbolic. I don’t expect these two turds sitting next to me to understand that.
Carmen was the last woman I slept with back when I was still acting CEO of Milton’s Milkshakes. September 22nd, three years ago, was Carter Trescott’s last day on earth.
The day after I hooked up with Carmen, reality came crashing down on me.
Hard.
How the fuck is the club supposed to fork out millions of dollars, all for a girl? Venom Vultures MC isn’t made of money. I suppose I’ll have to get reacquainted with my accountant and pay for some of the damage myself.
The auctioneer walks over to Carmen and tugs her hand.
The shell shock is there in her eyes, wide for even the blind to see. I look at her and feel something strike through my chest.
I crossed paths with Carmen for a very short space of time—two hours to be exact. We met because she plonked herself in my lap and begged me to kiss her.
Begging wasn’t necessary. If it wasn’t for the other hundred girls fighting to try and win over my attention, I would’ve gone straight to her.
She straddled my lap and kissed me for approximately twenty seconds. The security guard then caught us and kicked us out for public indecency, apparently.
Even though my hand was nowhere near her nipple.
We ended up at her place. The sex was incredible, and when it was over, she went to pee and I went to leave. That just about sums up our time together.
