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“Because I’m the president of this fucking club and when I ask questions, I expect answers. Do you even know the guy’s name?”

“Is that what you think of me? I’m not the one who’s a whore, Mason.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

It’s a low blow. I know it, but I’m pissed. At least I’ve convinced myself it’s anger and not jealousy. Anger is easier for me to process. Jealousy? Not so much.

“You don’t get to question me or call me a whore. I’m not a club member. I don’t answer to you. If I wanted to strip down and fuck him in the parking lot, it’s my business! Not yours!”

She starts to turn and I grab her arm, jerking her to me. Her lips part in surprise and I can’t resist crashing my mouth to hers. Fuck.

Her body yields, molding to mine. Her arms wrap around my neck. My hands squeeze her ass, eliciting a moan.

What am I doing? She chose Collin. Charlie is his son. She’s lied to me for years.

And I’ve wanted her for years.

Abruptly, I let her go. Both of us are breathless, stunned by what transpired.

“Go to bed, Davina.” Somehow I manage to keep my voice firm.

“Mason…” her voice trails.

Christ, I want her now more than ever. But I can’t forget the past, especially since it’s back.

“Good night, Davina.”

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Davina

Iwould rather Mason talk to me about what happened. Let us decide together if the kiss was just a fluke. A heat of the moment kind of thing.

But does he do that? No. All week he’s behaved as though nothing happened. Like it meant absolutely nothing. That pisses me off more than if he had just ignored me.

I’m not great with emotions. Growing up with the Mason brothers, I was almost always confused about my feelings for them. Torn over wanting both of them for different reasons. I recognize that now. I suppose that’s why I’m on my knees, Aiden’s dick in my mouth.

I thought this would make me feel better. Thought it would help me forget the way my heart pounded when Mason’s lips touched mine. Thought it would help me forget the butterflies in my tummy. I sure as hell thought it would make the ache in my pussy stop.

Is he done yet? Geez. My jaw is tired and at the rate he’s going, he’ll never return the favor.

He grunts and his body stills. Finally. He’s a nice enough guy and maybe in a different life, or if I were a different person, he’d be perfect for me. I do like bikers, after all.

He gives me a soft kiss on the cheek and promises to call me later, not even offering to get me off. The moment he’s gone, I rush outside, expelling the food from my stomach.

“Regret doesn’t taste very good, does it?”

He’s standing at the dark corner of the building, just outside of the view of the security camera.

Collin.

“Christ, you’re still so fucking beautiful.”

I hate the fact that he has any effect on me but can’t deny that he does. I’ve told myself I need closure when it comes to him. That I can’t fully move on because I never got that. Maybe that’s true. Maybe that’s bullshit. Maybe the only closure I need is to accept that I chose the wrong brother.

“Are you ready to end this war?” I ask and he smirks.

“Why? I’m the one winning.”

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