“Why don’t we go get a drink now that we have nothing to do. You can give me a ride in this sexy beamer. I’ve never put my ass on something so fancy,” she winks and opens the door before I can protest.
Given I don’t know the area she suggests a bar and gives me directions.
“I’m not going to pry, but Nashville has always seemed like one of the good ones at the club. He’s fun and flirty and respectful. What’s it like staying with him?”
If only she knew the other side of him, the one that is not fun and respectful, but what most people would consider scary, even if I don’t.
“He’s a friend helping me out. That is all.”
“You’ve tried to spy on him in the shower though, right?” she laughs.
“Oh my God, shut up,” I laugh.
“I would.”
“That’s kind of pervy, Lily.”
“He’s seen your tits, why can’t you see his ass?”
“Shut up,” I repeat, trying not to laugh.
She doesn’t have to say anything for me to know exactly what she is thinking. She’s not a million miles off the truth.
It’s not until we’re pulling close and I see all the motorcycles that I realize where we are. I glare at her.
“What? It’s a fun place.”
“He’s out of town,” I roll my eyes, suspecting what her plan was bringing me here.
“Who said we were coming for him. Come on, I’m thirsty and look at that guy,” she points at one of the men climbing off his motorcycle. He has a helmet on so we can’t see his face, but he is tall and stocky and Lily is practically drooling. “Charley… I never get to do anything fun like this. Please come inside.”
“Fine, but I’m driving so no alcohol.”
She claps her hands and gets out of the car. Despite myself I am kind of looking forward to it. My fake ID is in my purse, but I’m not risking drinking anything while getting behind the wheel of a car.
My heart begins to pound and I suck in a breath as Lily walks around the front of the car and waves at me to hurry.
Lily links my arm as we walk towards the bar. It’s busy given it’s a Friday night, a few bikes outside and as we step in I notice plenty of men wearing the Blackhawk Disciples vest, but there are a lot of other people here too.
We’re heading to the bar when I notice him and come to a halt.
Lily loses her grip on my arm and turns to look at me, then where my focus has gone. I barely hear anything she is saying as she takes my arm again. Snippets of her words breaking through the absolute rage I feel.
At myself, for ever thinking there could be anything more than sex between me and Callum.
Nashville.
He’s leaning against the bar, standing between the legs of a beautiful woman who is smiling up at him from her stool. Someone hands him a drink and he smiles, then looks back to the woman.
“Come on,” Lily, takes my arm. “We can go somewhere else.”
I allow her to lead me back out, all the while the wall I’d been letting down is rebuilding brick my brick inside my chest.
“I knew there was more to this,” Lily is still talking as she leads me to the car. “Honey, he’s not worth it. Most men are dumb shits.”
“I’m fine.”
She stops by the car and stares at me. I’m shutting down. It’s my own fault. Nashville never said there was anything going on. I was a warm body in his house that he got to play with for a while.
