Page 10 of King
I’ve been around plenty of women in my lifetime. I lost my virginity at fourteen, almost made the biggest mistake of my fucking life and got married at twenty-five and fucked everywhere possible in many different places around the world. But never have any of those women captured my attention like her. And now instead of meeting the woman who’s too good to be in a place like this, I have to deal with this bullshit.
Again.
I thought I’d made myself fucking clear where I stood. I said it in the nicest way without coming across like a dick but apparently being nice was a mistake. Maybe I need to be the bastard I try not to unleash so she’ll get the fucking hint.
We are nothing.
Janie means absolutely zero to me other than a warm, wet cunt to sink my dick into. And it’s past time she stops throwing her weight around the clubhouse like she’s my Old Lady when in fact she doesn’t mean shit to me.
I give everyone grace. You can fuck up and I’ll give you another chance as long as whatever you did, doesn’t land me or one of my brothers in prison. If you need a place to go, the Sinners welcome you with open arms if you pull your weight. Some of the women who want to live this lifestyle come from good families, good homes, and are highly educated. They just want to experience motorcycle club culture. Why? Who the fuck knows. I’m not in the business of knowing why people do the shit they do especially the women of this world.
We’re killers, thieves, drug dealers and so much more. Why the hell they want to associate with men like us is beyond me, but over the years the revolving door of women has never stopped at the clubhouse. When one decides it’s time to move to the next stop in their life, it doesn’t take long for another one to take their place.
The other type of women that somehow got involved in the motorcycle club life didn’t come from shit, and we offer a roof, food, and protection. While they sleep with whoever is looking for pussy, whenever and wherever they want it, the women find it better here than sleeping on or walking on the street just so they can get enough money to survive. Once again, not my business and I don’t judge anyone for what they do to survive.
However, it’s taking every fucking thing in my being not to ban this bitch from the clubhouse. I’m not that much of a prick because this is the only place some of the women have to go. And Janie is one of those girls. Her wealthy family disowned her years ago. More than likely because she embarrassed her father and uncle who both happen to be State Representatives. The Sinners are keeping her off the streets. We have been for years. But she’s getting on my last damn nerve. And when she acts like this—like we’re together because we fuck whenever I want pussy, she’s not leaving me much of a choice.
“What the fuck did we just talk about, Janie?”
She pulls away from me, but she doesn’t step back despite how fucking angry I am at her for the shit she just pulled. I’m not a damn moron. She wanted to lay claim to me in front of our guests. But I hate to tell her, there isn’t one fucking woman who can do that, especially her. I’m not looking for an Old Lady. Not now. Not ever.
She lays her hand against my chest, then runs her red polished nails down to my stomach, landing right above the waist of my jeans. Normally I’d force her to her knees and shove my cock down her throat for fucking with me but that’ll be counterproductive at this point since that’s what she wants. I need to get away from her, not have her acting like she’s my damn wife because I let her taste my cum.
I grab her wrist before she has the chance to unhook the button of my jeans, squeezing it in warning.
“Don’t Janie.”
“Don’t be like that King.” She pouts her lips that had been injected with some shit that makes them way too large for her face. “You know you want me. You’ll never get enough of me.”
I let go of her wrist and take a much-needed step away from her then run my hand through my hair, my frustration with this entire situation almost reaching its peak.
“Janie, it has never been serious on my part, and you fucking know it. It’ll never be serious. Just like I fuck you, I fuck other women. That’s what you’re here for. You’re not special. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you.”
Her brows furrow. “Which one of those bitches are you screwing, King? I told them to stay the hell away from you!”
And that’s the problem right there. I throw my head back and sigh. That’s the only thing she got out of all I just said. The point just went over her damn head. I don’t owe her fucking names. I don’t owe her any fucking thing. However, I can assure her, she’s not the only one I fuck around here and that’ll never change. But before I can say anything else approaching footsteps grab both of our attention.
“Prez!” one of the prospects, shouts as he comes around the corner. I think his name is Daniel or David. Something like that. The boys say he’s the kid of some famous actor.
“What is it Prospect?” I ask.
“Dagger from the Vegas chapter says he needs to speak with you about the women before he hits the road again.”
I pulled Janie into one of the side rooms. I want to get this shit straight with her in private instead of embarrassing her in front of everyone. We have fucking guests I need to tend to, show around, and explain the fucking rules to, but instead, I’m in here trying to get shit straight with a club whore.
What the fuck?
“On the way, Prospect.”
He nods, his eyes briefly glancing at Janie before he leaves the room.
I turn my attention back to the problem at hand. “No more of this bullshit, Janie. I’m done. It stops today.”
I have nothing more to say. I turn away from her and head back towards the main room where our guests are seated at the bar.
“It will never be done, King!” she shouts. “Trust me. I’ll do whatever the fuck I have to do to make you see that we are forever.Thisisn’t over. It will never be over!”
I whirl around on her so fast her eyes widen and fill with fear. Good! She should be fucking scared. I’m tired of dealing with this bullshit.
