“How did you come to this revelation?”
“A lot of shit has come out recently. Shit that changes things.”
“Nothing has changed, King.”
“Everything has changed, Princess.” He stepped in close, crowding me against the wall. The warmth of his body covered mine, and yet, a shudder ran through me. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered.
I closed my eyes tight as his lips brushed against my neck. My resolve was weakening. This was why I couldn’t stay here. Why I couldn’t say yes. Despite him saying everything I wanted to hear, nothing had actually changed.
“What changed?” I asked.
He laid his forehead on my shoulder. “It’s club business, Grace.”
“Fuck you, King.” I shoved him again, and he took a step back. I marched to the double doors and stood there, my handon the wood. I looked over at him as he watched me, waiting for me to speak. I shook my head. What was the point?
He wouldn’t listen to me. He never did. Kingston O’Rourke did what he wanted, and fuck everyone else. Fuck their feelings. Fuck my feelings.
He was a selfish asshole, and I was done.
I had to be.
I yanked the door open and left. Knowing I’d never get through the gate, I went upstairs to the room I was staying in. Locking the door, I sat on the bed wondering what had changed.
Nothing had changed.
It was an excuse to once again pull me in just to shove me away. It was always the same; he’d knock on my door in the middle of the night, and cry on my shoulder. He would be vulnerable with me. Making me feel like I was important to him.
But he never touched me.
Never stayed.
He always left before I woke up, and the next day he acted like nothing had happened. Because the truth was, nothing did. Nothing ever happened, and nothing ever changed. Not between us.
It was a constant game of push and pull. He alone was doing the pushing and the pulling. He would pull me in with his nightly visits. Reeling me in until my defenses were down. Teasing me with his show of vulnerability. Then, as soon as he felt better, he would push me away again.
And I let him.
Because I was fucking weak.
I had learned nothing from my mother. I was just like her. Hanging around the clubhouse looking for any scrap he would throw my way. It was the reason I had stopped coming around.
And now, here I was, living here for the foreseeable future. A prisoner in the one place I’d longed to be. The one place I would never belong.
Chapter Five
Grace
I was lying in bed, unable to sleep, when I heard the key slide into the lock. That motherfucker!
He was like a damn toddler. If you ignored the bad behavior rather than acknowledge it, it would stop, right?
Fucking wrong!
I heard the door open, and I was too stunned to move. He broke into my fucking room! The door closed behind him and I lay there still, waiting to see what he planned to do. The room was dark, but I heard the sound of leather sliding off his body and the smallthunkwhen he set it on the dresser. He toed off his boots, and his jeans made a slight scratching sound as he slid them down his legs. I quietly reached for my phone, and when he lifted the blanket to slip into my bed, I threw the fucking thing with everything I had.
Fucking bullseye!
“Fuck!” he yelled when the phone hit his chest. “Jesus Christ, Grace. Are you trying to kill me?”
