Page 53 of Frenemies

Problem was, I didn’t want to. I hadn’t even seen her yet, and my dick was already hard. Maybe Wilder had the right idea?

I kicked open the door and stormed up the stairs. It pissed me off that her perfume mingled with the scent of the other assholes in here. I didn’t like their scent tainting hers. Fuck sake, I didn’t even like knowing that she’d been here alone with them. Even if she wasn’t mine.

Guess she was waiting for me because the second I walked in, her finger started waving through the air.

“I’m getting really tired of waiting around for you.”

Did she expect me to sit around here all day waiting for her? Of course, she did.

“How hard is it to shoot me a text? Hey, Babe, I’m running out, be back soon.” My dick twitched as her hand waved through the air. “It’s not rocket science.”

She’d been sending me texts all day. Letting me know where she was, who she was with, and what she was doing. I knew way more about the complexities of choosing a nail color than I cared to. A part of me loved that she wanted to know where I was too, but that part didn’t win.

It couldn’t.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. “What I do is none of your business.”

“That’s not how this works,” she argued with a popped-out hip.

Why did she look so good today? Naomi always looked good, but today—her golden locks were shinier, her eyes brighter, and her skin was smooth, creamy, and radiant.

Now’s not the time, asshole.

I huffed out, “There is no this.”

Did that chase her away? No.

Naomi’s palm flattened on her chest while she sang, “Oh, well in that case.” She snatched her purse off my desk and slung it over her shoulder. “You don’t need to know about my encounter with your friend Harris then.”

Every muscle in my body tensed as I pushed off the door. Harris approached Naomi? Why? What the fuck was he up to?

“What happened?” If he touched her, I’d kill him.

“Don’t worry about it.” She waltzed up and gave me a smug smile while tapping me on the cheek. “There is no this. So,I’mnot your problem.”

I grabbed her arm before she could walk out. “Harris isn’t a fucking joke, Princess.”

Her green eyes met mine. “But apparently, I am.”

Okay, that fucking hurt.

Pushing back the guilt rising in my chest, I let out a calming breath. “Just tell me what Harris said.”

“Sure.” She lifted her shoulders, “As soon as you tell me what your brother has to do with my father.”

Fuck, she was starting to put shit together. I couldn’t have that.

“You need to stop digging around, Naomi. It’s not worth it.”

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was disappointed.

“Just so you know, Chase. I don’t waste my time on worthless things.”

Her mouth tipped down at the corners, so slight that I almost missed it, but it was the way she looked at me, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, that killed me. Just when I thought she couldn’t kick me anymore, she gut-punched me with two words.

“Or people,” she said and walked away.

Iwas sure of one thing by the time I arrived back home. Bikers were idiots, and my biker was no exception. Why did men always go for the violent route? There was only so much blood and bullets could do, and most of that would heal. But if you exposed someone’s secrets . . .

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