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“I don’t want your hand anywhere near my dick’s vicinity.”

“Wow, you have trust issues,” she said, and I could feel her eyes on me. “Who’s to say I would have been able to find your teeny tiny dick?”

I pulled my keys out and looked at her.

“I don’t fuck random pussy. My dick has standards,” I said, eyeing her up and down. “And you don’t match my standards.”

Her brown eyes widened, and her mouth slackened. It felt damn good to get a shot in, finally. I took advantage of her shock, opened the door, and nudged her inside. I locked the door and shoved the keys back into my pocket.

“Oh. I like this accommodation far better,” she said as she walked around the living room before entering the kitchen.

Since I didn’t trust her, I followed behind her as she entered every room. She paused in my bathroom and ran her fingers over the large tub. It was my favourite room the decor was all in black, grey, white and silver. It looked like a showroom bathroom. It had a large wet room-style shower as well as a tub. The sacrifice of having a smaller second bedroom had been worth it.

She looked at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Can I use the tub, please?”

“Sure, If I can watch,” I drawled out, enjoying turning the tables on her.

She scowled at me with her brow furrowing and her lips tightly pursed.

“I thought you said your dick had standards,” she said.

“It has standards, but I’m not going to say no to a free show,” I said with a smirk.

She shook her head and walked out of the bathroom.

“Go into the living room. There is some food there for you,” I said, staring at her walk away.

She wore knee-length black heeled boots with pale blue denims. It made her ass look massive compared to the rest of her petite frame. I wondered how badly she wanted to use the bathtub. When I saw her, she had been a scrawny teen. She had filled out nicely. I might need to keep her full of burgers if it meant that ass stayed on her.

I considered my options as I shoved my hand down my pants to fix my dick. I pulled my top out of my jeans to cover my hard-on. I would never hear the end of it if she saw my boner.

Chapter 4

Katiana

I was seriously impressed. Never had I seen such an immaculate looking MC venue. This apartment was nicer than my Dad’s house, but he was a pig, and I’m sure I was just there as their cook and cleaner. I never held it against my mother for not coming for us. I watched my Dad beat her up so many times that I eventually stopped crying when he beat her. The situation improved when my Mum took us to a small village near the Scottish Borders.

Fuck knows how he found us.

I smiled when I saw there were two cheeseburgers, fries, and a side salad. I paused before sitting down, hoping he didn’t expect me to share. Glancing at the doorway, he wasn’t in the room, so I put the plate on my lap.

He could fight me for it.

I bit into the first burger and groaned. Even cold, it tasted so fucking good. I was shocked that he was the club’s president he looked about thirty-seven or thirty-eight. He walked into the room, took his cut off, and hung it up on a hanger that was held by a silver hook in the wall.

I chomped into the burger, trying to eat it as fast as possible so he wouldn’t take the other one from me.

He turned around and gave me a look of disgust.

I grinned. The more I disgusted him, the more chance I had of keeping both burgers.

“What sort of heathen gives you fries without ketchup?” I said, making sure I talked with an open mouth so he could see the demolished burger.

Some of it fell on my plate, and I picked it up and shoved it back into my mouth.

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