Page 101 of Greased

He shakes his head, “I don’t want them to look at me differently or think that I’m hitting on them when he are hanging out or whatever.”

“Not even Rhodes? He’s your best friend. He would never make you feel that way.”

Wyatt blushes, turning his head slightly and I instantly connect the dots.

“Oh, you and Rhodes,” I say, my brows wiggling.

“Please don’t say anything.” He squeezes my hands tighter, pleading with me, “I don’t think he sees me like that, and I don’t want him seeing me in a different light if he doesn’t feel the same way.”

I nod, “Your secret is safe with me, Wy.”

He nods and sighs a breath of relief, “It's just so hard. He never asks Jethro to join in when he is with another girl, he always asks me. Of course, I say yes because well…” he trails off and I nod, even though I feel ill talking about my brother’s sex life. But Wyatt is trusting me with this, and I refuse to be a little bitch about it.

“Sometimes I’ll catch him looking at me during the act and I’m not blind. I can see the desire in his eyes when he looks at me. But he will then shake his head and go back to fucking whoever it is.”

It's my turn to squeeze Wyatts hands in mine. “It sounds like he may be a bit confused too. Let me do a little bit of digging…” Panic fills Wyatt’s eyes, “Don’t worry, I won’t even allude to anything involving you. You are helping me out with making the guys jealous so if I can help you out with Rhodes I will.” I smile at him, “I also kind of love the idea of having you as a brother-in-law.”

Wyatt laughs as he pulls me into his chest, “Thank you, Scarlett. You have no idea what this means to me. Just having you here to talk to. You may already be well on your way to best friend territory.”

“Oh, those are fighting words, Wy. Don’t let Noah hear you say that. He would be on the next plane over.”

Wyatt raises his eyebrow.

“Gay?” he questions, and I laugh.

“Oh no, that boy is as straight as a pole unfortunately.”

We both laugh as I start loading another clip and Wyatt hangs up another target sheet.

Monday seems to come quicker than it normally does. Due to the earlier change in the week my training sessions with Wyatt and Sonny were swapped.

What I didn’t expect was to be woken up on what I thought was going to be the day I finally got to sleep in. Yet, Sonny’s tongue had other ideas.

I can’t say it was the worst thing in the world being woken up to an earth-shattering orgasm. It certainly made our training session running through the clubs laws and policies much more tolerable.

It was also different seeing the club version of Sonny. It was like once he crawled out from under my blankets as I caught my breath, it was all business from then on out.

I sigh as I read the text from Rhodes reminding me that we have training again this afternoon. By the stupid emojis that follow, I know he’s not going to take it easy on me. A part of me appreciates it but the other half would gladly punch his annoying ass face in.

I walk in the kitchen to find both Mum and Dad sitting at the table eating breakfast.

“Morning,” I mumble as I fix myself a cup of coffee, needing the fix like the addict I am.

“Morning, how did you sleep?” Mum asks, taking a sip of her own coffee.

I groan, “Ugh, like shit. I feel like my brain is being filled with information and I can’t quite keep up.”

My father hops up from the table, placing his plate and mug in the sink, “I know this period is hard for you Scar, but we need to prepare you. Things are starting to ramp up around here and I want you prepared for what’s to come.”

I nod, understanding, “I know. I’m trying and I really am.”

He smiles, “The boys have all given me really good reports back from your training sessions.”

I raise my eyebrow at him.

“They’ve been reporting back to me about your progress. Don’t worry, there’s nothing sinister going on. I just want to keep tabs on your training. Make sure that the men I have organised to stand by your side are the right fit. I don’t want you taking over and not having the backing of people that are on your side.” He shakes his head as the president comes to the forefront for a moment, “I won’t throw you to the wolves.”

I smile up at him and nod, “Thanks, Dad.”

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