Page 10 of Slayin Villain
Villain.
And for a while, I did.
I played the role I thought he needed, loyal without chains, available without questions.I didn’t whine when he missed dates or vanished for a week on club business.I didn’t dig too deep when he came back bloodied, stinking of bourbon and sin.Even pussy.
I was the woman who didn’t ask for more.
Because I thought that made me the one, he’d never leave.
But then she showed up.
Ember Dill.
All fire and attitude, tits pushed up and mouth painted red like she bled seduction.I'd seen her kind before.Beautiful.Glamourous.Dangerous.Perfect body, hair, nails.No tats, not like me.Just enough broken to be interesting.And talent.She played the fiddle like no one’s business.I saw the way the brothers looked at her.The way Villain looked at her.
Like she was a challenge he hadn’t conquered yet.
Word travels fast in the club.Even faster when women are involved.So, it didn’t take long before I heard the whispers.
“Did you see Ember on Villain’s bike?”
“She was sitting in his lap like she belongs there.”
“Rachel’s gonna lose her shit.”
I didn’t.Not at first.
Instead, I did what I always did, put on something tight, walked into the bar like I owned the place, and smiled like it didn’t bother me.
But it did.
I found him at the pool table with Riff, drink in one hand, joint in the other, looking like sin in a leather cut.His blond hair a little too long, his eyes a little too tired.He looked at me like he’d forgotten I existed.Just for a second.
But I caught it.
“Hey,” I said, sliding into his space.
“Hey, Red.”He leaned down and kissed my cheek.Not my lips.Not tonight.
“You busy?”I asked, pretending my heart wasn’t in my throat.
“Always.”He took a swig from his glass and gave me that half-smile I used to think meant something.“But I’ve got time for you.”
I should’ve walked away right then.But I didn’t.
I followed him up to his room.Let him strip me out of my dress like I was just another craving he needed to satisfy before morning.
We didn’t talk.He didn’t kiss me much.Just took me hard and fast, like a man trying to forget something.
Or someone.
After, I laid there with his cum still inside me, staring at the ceiling while he passed out next to me like nothing had happened.
No goodnight.No “you okay?”
Just silence and regret.
I dressed quietly, grabbing my heels and slipping into his bathroom.My stomach had been off for weeks.Nausea in the mornings.Tired all the time.I blamed stress.I blamed the club.I blamed the weight of always being second.
