Page 42 of Falling for Her

What the hell is his problem?

Last I checked, he’s lied to me about his background, about who he really is.

Was any of it even true?

I need to get away from him before I explode in front of his mama.

Shaking my head, I look at Honey and say, “I’ve got to go clean a few tables before closing, it was good to see you.”

She smiles and returns, “It was good to see you too, sweetheart, and hopefully, I’ll see you more now.”

I chuckle, trying to hide my hurt. Without a word to Damian, I grab my rag, spray, and bucket and walk over to the back table first, leaving them to it.

Thankfully, the bakery is now empty, Honey being the last customer. Meaning I can go home and take a nice hot bubble bath while ignoring the news I found out this morning and the ass speaking to his mother, who is part of the club.

The fricking club, and yet he’s acting like I lied to him!

“Jackass,” I mumble, my anger suddenly taking hold, and I throw the cloth on the table as I begin to loudly drop the dirty plates in the bucket, not caring if they smash.

All day, I have managed to stay calm and keep my feelings bottled up, knowing he’ll make everything right, that he’ll center me and tell me we’ll be okay. But now, I want to hit him.

“You’ve known my mother since you were sixteen?” Damian snaps, making me jump in shock and press my hand against my chest, dropping a plate on the table, smashing it.

“Dammit ,Damian!” I snap as I turn to him, “Or should I call you your road name?”

He scoffs, “Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

I give him a funny look because he has completely lost me, and I ask, “What on earth are you talking about?”

His face reddens, and he sneers, “I’m talking about you only wanting me for the patch I was going to have, like a patch chaser you apparently are!”

I blink, then blink again.

A patch chaser, as in a woman who wants to be kept and have all the benefits of the club, is he fricking serious right now?!

I didn’t even know him when we first met. All I saw was a grumpy man who needed an attitude check. Now, suddenly, because his mother, who I didn’t even know was his mother, was in my bakery, he thinks I used him!?

“You did not just accuse me of being a patch chaser,” I say coldly, as fire burns deep inside me.

Not seeing his error, he scoffs, “Oh, so you know what one is? Shocker.”

Fury builds deep in my chest as I slam the spray bottle on the table making the dishes clatter and glare at my soon-to-be-dead boyfriend because, let’s face it, that is the only way I’d end things with him, especially now.

His eyes widen as I take a menacing step toward him, and his throat bobs seeing my fury. Finally, he is getting out of his clouded mind and seeing the error he has just made, but unfortunately for him, it is a little too late.

I may like what is between his legs, but I’m about to tear the thing off and shove it up his ass!

“Of course, I know what one is because I read MC romances, jackass!” I snap, and he winces, knowing they are my guilty pleasure. I take another step forward and poke his chest hard and growl, “You are the one who pursued me, using those sweet kids,” I poke again, making him flinch, “You are the one who wanted to try,” another poke. I shout, “And you are the one who conveniently left out half of your fucking persona when you know me inside fucking out, the good, the bad, and the ugly, you lying piece of shit!”

“Ah shit,” he mumbles, knowing he’s just messed up, especially if I’m cursing, something I don’t like to do much.

The last thing I need is for Aiden to pick up a curse and say it at daycare.

“I had no idea who you were, so the fact you’re basically calling me a woman who just wants your money is disgusting, and you should be ashamed of yourself!” I state, making him wince though I see pride in his eyes. I ignore it and growl, “You’ve never spoken about your family, never introduced me to any except, Scar, Ace, and the kids, and yet you’re accusing me of what exactly? Using your mom to get to you when I didn’t even know she was your mother?” I shake my head and demand, “Get out,” needing him to leave before I do or say something both of us will regret, and our relationship will end.

Damian’s brows shoot high before he smirks and confirms, “You’re kicking me out?”

I raise my brow and state, “Yeah, I am because you’re being a jackass!”

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