Page 34 of Bishop

Looping around the building, I ran toward the parking lot where I knew she was headed. I might not know Evie well, but I was certain her next move would be to try and silently escape without directly discussing this unfortunate miscommunication.

Well, that wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight. Not ever. Instinctively, I knew if she left, she’d never come back again. I owed it to both of us to tell her the truth about how I felt so we could give this relationship a real chance.

I saw her car in the parking lot as I approached. My heartbeat slowed and I relaxed some. She wasn’t gone. I could still fix this.

Leaning against her driver’s side window, I waited. A few minutes later, I saw her circling the Clubhouse, purse in hand, hurrying toward her car. Frantically searching through her bag for her keys, she looked up and stopped dead.

Resigned to the fact that she couldn’t outrun me, she threw back her shoulders and walked stiffly in my direction. I could see anger and disappointment written all over her lovely face as she took each measured step.

When Evie was only a few feet away, she sighed dramatically. “Excuse me, I need to get into my car. I’m going home.”

Arms crossed, I slowly shook my head. “We need to talk first.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she argued. “You can do whatever you want with whoever you want, Bishop. It’s none of my business.”

She tried to act casual as she said this, but her expressive green eyes told me differently. They broadcast that she’d been cut to the bone by my seemingly careless actions. The use of my Club name and not my family one had a similar effect on me. To earn back her trust, I needed to prove I was the man she needed. Not the one she needed to run from.

“Matty,” I reminded her, chucking her chin up so she couldn’t look down at her feet. “And I promise you, Evie, nothing was going on between Cici and me. It looked like there was, but it was just a misunderstanding, Babe.”

Anger filled her eyes then. “Stop lying to me! What else could you have been doing? Playing an intense game of hide and go seek with your penis and her hands? Give me a break, Bishop! I might be naive, but I’m not stupid.”

If I wasn’t so pissed about the whole fucked up situation, I would have laughed at the Greek-level tragedy we were currently embroiled in. But, as it currently stood, the stakes were too high to find any humor in this scenario.

“Full transparency, Evie. I was taking a leak when Cici snuck up behind me and tried to jerk me off. She knows I’m done with her ass and she’s not happy about it. She caught me by surprise tonight and tried to get in my pants. On the name of my Club, Babe, I told her I wasn’t interested and it was all over. And I meant it.”

“You’re done with her?” Evie repeated disgustedly. “Just like you’ll be done with me as soon as you get me into bed. When you decide once is enough and you’re onto the next gullible woman who stupidly stumbles across your path.”

Shit. That’s not what I meant, but I could understand why she’d heard it that way. “First off, once would never be enough with you,” I spoke earnestly. “But, after what you saw, I can understand why you’d believe that’s what I meant.”

Her expression changed from angry to suspicious at my suddenly reasonable tone. “Fine. Whatever. I’m going home. Do what you want. It doesn’t concern me either way.”

Evie tried to scoot past me and unlock her driver’s side door, but I wasn’t having it. Plucking the keys out of her hand, I dangled them over her head out of reach. “You’re not driving anywhere,” I told her.

Evie jumped up to try and steal back her keys. But it was no use. I was too tall and she was too short. However, watching her large tits bounce invitingly up and down as she worked to take them back was really doing it for me. My cock stiffened painfully against my zipper, and I had to discreetly shift myself so the metal teeth didn’t leave a permanent impression on my skin.

“Give me back my keys,” she demanded, hands angrily set atop her hips.

“No,” I refused. “You’re pissed and you’ve been drinking. What kind of man would I be if I let you drive home in that condition?”

It was then that I got a really good look at my girl. I’d been so distracted by my screwup, that I’d missed it before. She’d added soft highlights and lowlights throughout the magnificent chestnut mane of hers. It was subtle but incredibly hot. She’d also had a few angles cut in the front that framed her heart-shaped face to perfection.

Nothing about her hair or makeup was too different from how she normally wore it, but I recognized my sister’s handiwork when I saw it. Amelia had something to do with this transformation. I'd bet on it.

Evie bit her bottom lip and my dick jumped almost as high as she’d done only moments before. “I’m fine. I only had a few cocktails with the girls. And a beer.” I gave her a knowing stare and she caved. “Three drinks total over a two-hour period. Plus, I ate,” she defensively pointed out.

“You’re not driving,” I repeated, running my fingers through a soft strand of her thick mane. “It’s my job to keep you safe.”

Evie’s green gaze grew serious. “The only one I need to keep safe from is you.”

I felt her pain slice through me like a knife. Reaching out, I drew her into my arms. “I’d never hurt you, Babe. You know that, right? I meant what I said. I want this to work.”

She resisted me at first but soon relaxed into my arms. “I don’t know that,” she answered, sadness and mistrust sheltering behind her innocent, wounded, gaze.

I wanted nothing more than to dispel her fears and make her feel safe with me. Unfortunately, so far, I’d only managed to do the opposite. First by meeting her while doing time in prison. Then later, with Cici.

“Let me prove it to you then. Let me tell you a secret,” I offered, hoping to start that trust here and now by confiding in her so she’d do the same with me in the future. “Do you want to hear it?” No one could resist the offer of a secret. Could they?

Evie looked dubious. “A secret? What about?”

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