Page 27 of Anchor

He told Micha he had clients late last night, which is why he couldn’t come to his practice, but right now, with how I feel, it wouldn’t surprise me if he was with her.

Whoever is with her laughs, and blood boils as Ginger begins to describe, “His cock is so long and thick, perfect for my tight pussy….”

Taking a deep breath, I turn and face her, not surprised that her face is caked with makeup, making her look orange, or that she’s in a skirt that can be classed as a belt and a crop top that looks more like a bra, the looked complete with stripper heels.

I state, “And here I heard you slept with every brother at the clubhouse, including the ones old enough to be your grandfather.”

Her eyes narrow, and she snaps, “You’re just jealous that Anchor never wanted you!”

I hum and state, “Or, maybe I’m not one for sloppy seconds, unlike you; I mean, you love fucking married men, right?”

Her mouth hangs open, and I smirk before I turn on my boots and continue my path to my car, my anger wanting to take over, the urge to knock her out filling me.

“Anchor was married?” I hear someone gasp, their voice high and whiny, going through me.

“No, he wasn’t; she’s lying to save face because he got a restraining order against her, or that’s what he told me,” Ginger’s reply just hit my ears as I reached my car.

A restraining order?Hey….

I walk into the therapist’s office an hour later after parking my car next to Travis’s bike that I may or may not have carved “Jackass” into the tank.

Okay, so I may still be salty after the whole Ginger situation and the fact I didn’t have time to do what I wanted to after putting the groceries away.

“Hey Angel,” Travis says, but I ignore him and walk to the receptionist, Zoe, and say, “Checking in for Dr. Larsa, please.”

The woman side-eyes Travis as he stands and walks over to us. My anger, which is taking over, is ready to blow at the hunger she has in her eyes but before I can snap, Dr. Larsa calls,“Heaven and Anchor,” and I sneer at Zoe, who flinches back before shoving past Travis, who clears his throat but follows.

“Come take a seat,” the therapist says, and I do as I’m told, but instead of going to the couch like normal, I take the armchair. The doctor furrows her brows in confusion while Travis sits on the edge of the couch closest to me. I sneer at him next, causing him to widen his eyes in shock.

Dr. Larsa clears her throat and says, “Uh, right then. I believe today we were going to discuss Anchors' childhood.”

I hum and reply, “Sure, let’s talk about how my husband didn’t want to really join the club for a while because he didn’t want to turn out like his cheating asshole father who ended up getting another woman pregnant, giving him a sister that his mom decided to raise after taking her husband back when said husband refused for her to leave the club compound?” I scoff. “Guess I should be grateful the jackass didn’t knock the whore up to boot, huh?”

Dr. Larsa raises a brow at me while Travis clears his throat and asks, “Uh, Angel, is everything okay?”

I don’t answer him, so our lovely therapist interjects, “Anchor, how did you feel when you realized what you did was the same as your father?”

Travis sighs. “Like fucking shit. I grew up watching my mother struggle with his affair baby, I watched her in pain….” He sighs. “I felt dirty, like I ruined everything.” I snort, making both of them look my way before Travis continues, “When I went home, my wife had kicked me out, not willing to let me to explain….”

Explain? Is he serious?

I snarl, “Sure, explain away the fact you fucked another woman on our first wedding anniversary!”

He winces. “I didn’t mean it like that, Angel. I just, fuck, I felt like I lost you even before I fucked up.”

Surely, he’s not insinuating that our son made him jealous….

I look at him and see his face is serious, and I raise a brow. “You have got to be kidding me! Did I, or did I not, still ensure you had clean clothes and food on the table after I gave birth, a birth you almost missed, might I add?” His throat bobs. “I put you first every single day. I quit college, I took a night job, and I ensured you had everything you needed because you were always at the club or school.” I stand and lean over him a little and snap, “I don’t give a fuck if I stopped sleeping with you for six months or even a year, I still made sure everything was about you—andyou cheated!”

I shout the last bit, my anger overriding.

“You don’t have any explanation to give me, Travis, or should I call you Anchor now?” He scowls, but I ignore it. “You stuck your dick inside another woman and grunted in pleasure that it was the best sex you had in a while when I’d just giving birth to your child, a you realize, that takes two people,two, to conceive, so don’t sit there with the woe is me bullshit, that I wasn’t a good, attentive wife after our son was born, because as far as I’m concernedyoufucked up, not me.Yougot to continue to live your fucking life and have a career while I became a single fucking mother. You caused all this, so don’t sit there like I did you wrong just because I refused to be like your mother and decided instead not to stick around because once a cheat, always a cheat!”

I curl my lip at him and his shocked face before sitting back down and looking at the therapist, who has a smile on her face.

“This has got to be the best breakthrough with you, Heaven. Over the sessions, you’ve kept your emotions out of it,” Dr. Larsa says.

Travis interjects, “I didn’t mean it the way it came out. I just meant that you didn’t give me a chance to prove to you, to show you how fucking sorry I was, still am….”

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