I slap him on the chest and show him the question again, furious. He stares at me in shock.
“Don’t ever slap me again. I was just trying to be nice to you, and you are throwing it back in my face,” he growls.
I never asked you to be nice to me!
Bear stares at me. Growing impatient, I start typing again. Bear’s hands cup my face and force me to look at him.
“Just stop. I bought it, and there is no returning it. I already told Hacker not to take it back in case you found out before I could tell you,” he says softly.
Hacker was in on this too?!
I start to pace and take in deep breaths. How many people are in on this?
Does Gears know?
“Yes. He asked me what we did yesterday, and I can’t lie to my brother,” he says.
Angry, I stare at Bear. I bet he told everyone about this besides Pres. How could he tell everyone and not me? I start to pace and take deep breaths in, trying to calm the rage burning inside.
Bear grabs my face in his hands and slams his lips to mine, catching me off guard.
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BROOKE
His lips move against mine, and I respond immediately. He takes control, bringing us to a slow and sensual rhythm. I slowly gain my senses back and realize what’s happening. I put my hands against his chest and push really hard.
We separate and I raise my hand, slapping his cheek. I glare at him before I walk off. How dare he kiss me after I said I was angry at him? I make my way toward the garage, ignoring all the stares aimed at me.
“What took you so—oh, what’s wrong?” Gears asks when I walk through the doors.
I take my phone and start typing.
Bear is what’s wrong. I’m going home.
After giving Gears my phone, I walk over to my station and start to clean up. It takes me no time at all since I had little lying out.
“What did he do?” Gears asks, handing my phone back to me.
Ask him. I’m leaving.
Gears opens his mouth, ready to say something, but my glare stops him from uttering another word. Grabbing my keys while heading out the door, I ignore everyone’s stares.
“Brooke. Wait!” Bear yells.
I walk through the crowd, not wanting to talk to him at all. A hand wraps around my wrist, and I yank my arm away.
“Stop. We need to talk! You can’t make me look weak in front of my brothers,” he says.
I look at him and roll my eyes. I don’t care at this point. I don’t want to talk to or be near him right now.
Bear tightens his grip on my wrist when I try to break free. He starts pulling me toward the clubhouse. I dig my feet into the ground, trying to stop him. At this point, every biker on the street is looking at us.
Bear continues to drag me all the way into the clubhouse. He drags me up the stairs and into a room. I look around, realizing that it is someone’s room, and I am guessing it’s Bear’s.
“Listen, I don’t care what you do in private, but in public, and especially in front of my brothers, you will not disrespect me. I don’t care how mad you are, you won’t disrespect me,” Bear growls, looking right into my eyes.
Before I can reach for my phone, Bear starts talking again.
