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Iwasn't ready to face my father. I knew he was going to be pissed at me for not coming home last night and would want an explanation.

I was pretty good at lying, but I couldn't think of anything that didn't involve me sleeping with someone. Even if I lied about Ford, I still didn't want to discuss my sex life with my father.

When I pulled up, he came outside. Crossing his arms over his chest, he frowned. I sighed as I turned off the car and got out. “Here we go,” I muttered under my breath.

He didn't waste any time laying into me. “Where the fuck were you last night? I've been worried sick.”

“I'm sorry. I got drunk and passed out in my car.” I brushed past him. “I didn't mean to worry you.”

He grabbed my arm, and I instinctively flinched, used to getting a backhand or a fist to the face from Matteo when he'd grabbed me like that. When my dad noticed my expression, he let go, his face furrowing in concern. “Dixie girl, what's wrong?”

“Nothing,” I lied, looking away. “I just have a bad hangover and need to lie down.”

My dad's face told me he didn't believe my lie as his eyes swept over me. “This discussion isn't over. We'll talk later.”

“Great,” I mumbled, walking away. “Looking forward to it.”

I went up to my room and collapsed on my bed. I had way too much to drink the night before, and barely remembered the majority of what happened. I remembered hooking up with Ford in the bar bathroom, but everything after that was choppy at best.

I couldn't believe what a dick Ford had been that morning. Well, I guess I could. He was a biker, after all, and most were assholes. He'd made me feel like I was just a conquest, and in reality, I probably was—daughter of his biggest rival; sixteen years younger.

Then it was like he flipped a switch when my car went to shit. He went out of his way to help me when he could've just left me there.

My head hurt too much to try to figure out Ford's motives. I wasn't going to see him again anyway, so there was no point wasting my time. We both got what we wanted—a good fuck—and that's all it was going to be.

At least that's what I told myself as I drifted off to sleep.

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When I woke up, my dad and brothers were gone. My mouth was dry as shit, so I went downstairs to get some water.

I rummaged through the fridge, trying to scrounge together something to eat. The men in my life didn't cook, so the fridge was pretty bare, but I found some lunch meat and cheese, and there was bread on the counter, so I decided to make a sandwich.

I sat down and winced. My pussy was still sore from the night before. A small smile tipped my lips as I thought about Ford. Even though he'd been an asshole, I couldn't deny how amazing he was in bed. And the fact he knew his way around a car was a huge turn-on.

Taking my new phone out, I started messing with it as I took a bite of my sandwich. I hadn't really had time to program anything or play with it since I’d bought it.

I furrowed my brows as I noticed that I had an unread text. No one had my number yet, so I shouldn't have any messages.

When I opened my messages app, I was shocked to see Ford's name. I didn't remember giving him my number, but as I thought back to the night before, the moment came back to me.

A smile tipped my lips. He'd wanted to be the first number in my phone and had snatched it from me before I could stop him. Then he'd entered his contact info and sent a text to himself so he'd have mine. I opened the unread text.

Ford:Glad to pop your phone's cherry

With a roll of my eyes, I shook my head.Such a guy.I wanted to text him back but had second thoughts. We should just leave things how they were before they got complicated and messy.

Then I remembered how he went out of his way to make sure my grandfather's car was fixed. Took the time to work on it himself and didn't even charge me. Not to mention, the sex was mind-blowing and drunken sex is typically anything but.

There wasn't any harm in thanking him again. Right?

Me:Thank you again for fixing my car :) it really means a lot to me

Only a minute or so passed before he messaged me back.

Ford:No problem glad to help

Me:I feel really bad about not paying you for your hard work :( I'd like to repay you somehow

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