Page 47 of His Loyal Rebel

Chapter 17

Twyla

Raucous laughter permeated the wooden door. Twyla shoved her hairbrush in her purse. Her mood turned sour, suspecting Whip was out there having a good time with his biker brothers.

It'd taken her only a minute when she woke up to realize she'd overreacted last night when she tried to pay Whip for letting her stay at the club. But, waking up alone made her doubt herself.

Maybe she was right about her initial reaction that Whip believed she'd already paid for her stay by having sex with him.

The thought made her sick.

When she had sex, it was because she had feelings about someone. There was a mutual attraction. She certainly wouldn't give it away for free or as payment for somewhere to stay.

It wasn't as if she was a prude. Far from it. It was the nineties. Women could seek pleasure wherever they wanted and with whomever they wanted. But, she wasn't a skank.

Maybe Whip was used to women like the ones who hung out at the clubhouse and partied, but she wasn't one of them.

She picked up her purse and walked out the door, holding her car keys in her hand. If Whip thought she was a whore, he could find someone else to bang.

Ignoring the men in the room, she headed toward the door. The best thing she could do was move on and find a place of her own. That way, she could remember Whip on a good note.

Lately, she'd started to believe that he could hurt her. She was becoming too close to him. Feelings were developing between them. Deep feelings that changed sex to making love.

She thought it was the same for him.

Maybe it wasn't.

Maybe she was only a convenience for him because she was here.

Well, that was something she could fix. She could leave. Then, she wouldn't have to feel that way.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Whip's voice came to her before he grabbed her elbow, stopping her from leaving. "Where are you going?"

He hadn't checked up on her that morning or given a reason why he hadn't spent the night with her. They had no agreement between them. Circumstances had thrown them together.

"I have some errands I need to do." She swallowed, seeing the bags under his eyes. "I'll be careful."

Since moving to the clubhouse, Big hadn't bothered her. She hadn't seen him or any member of Cusclan Motorcycle Club.

"Wait for a second, and I'll ride behind you." Whip cupped her cheek, thrumming his thumb along her cheek. "Don't you want breakfast or a cup of coffee first?"

"I..." She looked behind her at the door.

Why would he make it harder for her to leave if all she was to him was an easy lay? She bit her lower lip and gazed at him again. Stifling her groan, she couldn't tell what was up or down with him.

"Do you really think I'm a woman who would pay you with sex?" she blurted.

His brows lifted. "Do you think I'm a man who—don't answer that."

He grabbed her hand and took her outside, letting the door shut behind him. Outside, he pulled her around until she stood in front of him.

Whip cupped her face. "There are plenty of women hanging around here I could have sex with."

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