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“You wanna go on a date with my mom, you gotta ask me first!” I yell after him.

He pumps his fist in the air and disappears.

Well. I think that went well.

As long as we know where we stand, things will be sweet.

I might be the kind of man who fucks around a lot in the club, but I don’t disrespect women. I might have a joke and flirt a lot and say crude shit, but the women I sleep with want it just as badly. They know what we’re there for and they don’t get attached because I don’t lie and promise them the world.

However, that has me thinking about Star all over again. As much as I try to convince myself this is just about sex and getting what I want, I remember Rock making jokes and wanting to punch his face in. I’ve never been the jealous type. It ain’t that fun when the shoe’s on the other foot.

Goddamn it. I glance at the clock. It’s been less than an hour since I left Rock’s.

Today’s gonna drag on and on, and if I don’t text my girl soon, she’s gonna be showing up at the clubhouse.

A smile spreads across my face. My little spitfire. Just the way I like it.

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I glance down at my phone and grimace. There’s a text from Nevada.

Blue Eyes

Got what you need…

I have no idea which way to take that text message, but I can guarantee he’s only got one thing on the brain. I try not to think about last night, in fact, I’ve been trying all morning to get the vision out of my head; my purple dildo inside of me while I imagined Nevada sending me to heaven and back over and over. I exhausted myself, but at least I had a good night’s sleep.

I know he’s goading me and just trying to get a reaction, but I’m done playing games. This has gone on long enough.

If I didn’t have to hold down a day job and pay the bills, I’d be over there at his workshop kicking his ass. Oh yeah, I know all about where he works and his stupid club.

I know he’s a heavy-duty mechanic, and while I admit that is kinda hot, I can no more see him getting dirty under a truck than I can witnessing Mary Poppins riding a motorcycle. I guess it’s still possible to surprise me.

Then again, I’m jaded, according to my best friend.

“You’re doing it again,” Halo sing-songs.

I glance up from my desk. “Doing what?”

“That resting bitch face.”

“I do that in my sleep. What else is new?”

“Is that because of lover boy?” She bats her eyelashes at me.

“If you’re referring to the giant pain in my ass, then yeah, that'd be him.”

“I bet he’d be a giant pain in your ass, if you get my drift.” She winks a couple of times.

I stare blankly at her. “Please do me a favor and never refer to anal first thing in the morning, it’s too early for this shit.”

She just laughs.

I sit at my desk, unsure what the hell I’m gonna say, but then my fingers start typing before I can stop them.

Me

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