I made a pot of coffee and checked my emails while it brewed. I’d missed a few from school notifying me of my grades so far. I was pulling a low B, slipping into a C, in two of my classes, and I needed to get those up, but one was chemistry and I just couldn’t seem to understand it, the other was microbiology. My dad would freak if I didn’t get those two grades up, and since he was paying for my education, I should probably talk to my advisor about tutoring options.
I sighed. I hated asking for help. But mostly I hated feeling stupid and science had always made me feel like an idiot. It just wasn’t in my wheelhouse, but I needed to understand it in order to fully grasp how the pharmacology worked. The problem was, as soon as I felt like I comprehended one piece of it, something new would pop up and it would be Greek to me.
I pulled my phone out and texted my brother. Tristan would probably know the answers to every question in this book, not that he would give them to me, but he might help me understand some of it. He texted back immediately that he was in the middle of something and would call me when he was done. It would appear I was stuck for the moment.
I sighed. There was nothing I could do about it now, so I decided to make a cup of coffee, schmear me up a bagel and work on something a little easier.
Besides, my body was deliciously sore from our activity the night before, so I used that as an excuse not to work too hard.
Orion
DENVER HAD BEEN a total waste of my fucking time. Mostly because the shops ran like a well-oiled machine and my presence was redundant. But Dad was a control-freak, so I’d done my due diligence for show, and missed out on a whole day buried in Raquel’s tight warm cunt.
Fuck me, I was tired. And pissed. And fuckin’ fucked.
I backed my bike into a parking space outside of Raquel’s townhouse and walked to her door. I rang the bell, then popped a piece of gum in my mouth to cover up the coffee I’d downed to stay awake.
Sierra opened the door and cocked her head. “Raquel’s not here.”
“Ah, okay. Do you know when she’ll be back?”
“She’s studying, so no.”
I frowned. “She can’t study here?”
“Well, since Trent’s not here, um no,” she said, her tone one of ‘duh.’
Who the fuck is Trent?
“Okay. I’ll shoot her a text.”
“You couldn’t have done that in the first place?”
“I did. She didn’t respond.” I didn’t know why the fuck I was explaining myself to her, it was none of her business, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.
“Well, maybe you could have used that as a clue,” she retorted.
“If you’re done bustin’ my balls, I’m gonna go ahead and leave now.”
She settled her hands on her hips. “But I was just starting to have fun.”
I couldn’t stop a smile. “See ya later, Sierra.”
“Bye, sexy.”
She closed the door, and I headed to my bike. Before riding out, however, I sent Raquel another text, then made my way to the compound.
“Any issues?” Dad asked as I walked in.
“Are there ever?” I snapped.
He raised an eyebrow. “Somethin’ crawl up your ass, boy?”
I fuckin’ hated it when he called me ‘boy.’ Especially, considering he expected me to take the club over when he retired, but refused to acknowledge I was a grown ass man.
“Maybe the time I just fuckin’ wasted haulin’ my ass to Denver when I didn’t need to.”
Dad dragged his hands down his face and shook his head. “Consider this a teachable moment that you’ll thank me for later.”
