“Like hell I will.”
“Oh, you will, Mylah. Don’t anger daddy. What I want, I get. And you are goin’ home just like that. Take a shower when you get there, I don’t care but for the rest of the night, you’re gonna smell like me. Everyone in this place is gonna know what we did.” Her eyes stay locked on mine as if she stands a chance to get out of this. She doesn’t. This is what I want, and I get what I want.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead fuckin’ serious. Don’t make me hurt my son by wakin’ him up at your party and tellin’ him the truth,” I tell her. She licks her lips and shakes her head.
“I can’t do this.”
“It’s already done. You’re mine, Mylah.”
“Oh hell no, I’m not! I’m with Christian,” she snaps at me.
“You think he’s gonna want his daddy’s cum all over his cock? He’s not. Get over him and do it quickly, Mylah. I’m not waitin’ that much longer to fuck you again.” With that, I slide my boots back on and turn to unlock the door.
“You can’t hurt him, Tide.”
“He’s already hurt.”
“I mean it. We can’t tell him.” I glance over my shoulder and eye her up and down before I smirk.
“Oh, we can and we will. This isn’t over, Mylah.”
Chapter 8
Mylah
Work has been work. I told Christian that he got so drunk he left a hickey on my neck the night of my party. He bought the lie. I hated lying to him, but I had no other choice. I couldn’t tell him about Tide. I couldn’t break him like that, but I have a feeling Tide is going to.
We’ve been to the clubhouse more and more this past two weeks than we have in a long time.
“Why are we going again?”
“No reason. Just thought we’d hang out,” Christian says. I can’t stand being in the same room as Tide and not having his hands on me. I see the way he looks at me, and I see the way he touches the other girls. It makes me jealous, and he knows it. I think that’s why he does it. He hasn’t made a move to touch me again after that night, and it makes me wonder why. What did I do wrong?
Ignoring the nagging in the back of my mind, we walk into the clubhouse, and the guys all greet us. Christian goes off quickly with a few of them to talk, and I’m left alone as usual. He doesn’t stick close by when we’re here.
“All alone, huh?” That voice sends a chill down my spine. I spin around and face Tide for the first time since my party.
“He likes to talk.”
“And you like to fuck.”
“Is that what you want? Another round? It won’t happen.”
“I bet your pussy is wet for me right now. You can’t deny this thing between us, Mylah.”
“I can and I will.”
“Why? What’s the point in that? We’re both adults here. We’re fulfilling our needs.”
“I have a man to do that with,” I tell him. The door opens behind him, and another woman walks in. I don’t know who she is, but there’s a striking resemblance to Christian. Tide glances over his shoulder and has to do a double-take.
“The fuck are you doin’ here?”
“Hey, Tide.” Jealousy once again sparks in my chest as he turns to fully face her.
“What do you want, Beth?”
