Page 34 of Acid

I also have half an hour until Perrie finishes her shift. Fuck.

Logging out of the laptop and placing the paperwork in the safe, I head into the diner, hoping she’ll give me five minutes just to hear me out, to explain that I just want to be friends, well I don’t, I want more, but she deserves better.

I look around the diner and notice most of the lunch crowd is gone, Prudence is absent, most likely on her break, and Perrie is sitting at the end of the counter counting receipts.

I take a deep breath and walk over to her. I notice her tense, but she doesn’t stop what she’s doing.

“Hey, Tinker,” I say and lean on the counter, but she ignores me, and I clear my throat, not giving up. “Have you got a minute?”

Again, she ignores me.

“Perrie, please. I just want to talk…” I try again, but she continues to act like I’m not here as she continues counting the receipts. I swallow hard, hating that this is what we’ve become after I finally got her back to how we used to be.

“Tinker, you can’t keep ignoring me; I’m your boss,” I try a different approach.

“I’m only here because Hammer added a clause in my contract, which I stupidly signed without reading through properly. If you wanna fire me, then please do; you'll be doing me a favor,” she finally speaks, but the coldness in her voice hurts so fucking bad. She tilts her head my way. “If I had my way, I’d never look at you again because all I see is you and Andrea screwing a week after you took me on this counter.”

No, no, no, no….

My mouth parts in shock and my breathing quickens, but she ignores me and picks up the paperwork, before going to the back of the diner and sitting at one of the booths, leaving me frozen.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

I place the tip of my cock at her entrance and then slowly push into her, groaning in her mouth as her walls flutter around me.

My eyes go to the part of the counter I took her on, and I squeeze my hands into fists. Her moans deafening me, the memory of her in my arms making my body shiver.

“Yes, Acid, please, keep that cock of yours hard; let me lower down on you, baby,” Andrea moans.

Sweat starts to build, and I storm out of the diner without looking back, vomit building.

“You’re her favorite, Oliver, it’s why she keeps coming back,” Aiden states as he ties my hands behind my back. “It doesn’t matter that you nearly killed her; she wants you, and she can have you for a large sum, of course….”

I manage to get behind the dumpster next to the diner before I bend over and throw up, all the fluids I’ve had today coming up as I realize that I’ve lost the woman I love.

Two Weeks Later

I slowly spin the glass on the bar, my eyes on the liquor as it swirls.

I’ve been at the diner every shift Perrie has been working, trying to get her to speak to me, to at least shout at me, but I’ve had nothing but silence.

She doesn’t even look my way.

I lock my jaw before picking the glass up and downing the whiskey, the fluid burning my throat but doing nothing to help fill the emptiness I feel deep inside.

The feeling that drowns me.

I thought the formal yet flat persona I got from her these past four years was bad, but now, the complete silence, I feel like I can’t fucking breathe.

I still can’t remember what happened that night, and no matter how hard I try, it’s still all fucking fuzzy.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the bitch roofied me, but the hang-arounds are searched before they enter the clubhouse. I mean, I could still ask Piston to look into it, being the tech genius he is, but then that would mean telling him what happened.

I’m not ready for that just yet….

Sighing, I lift my hand to Killian, and he nods back without any judgment, grabbing the whiskey bottle before pouring a healthy amount into the glass.

The prospects are used to me drinking now.

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