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He winces, shame etching off him, making my heart stop, and he states, “I never slept with her,” and my mouth parts in shock. He continues, “Yes I-I licked her but I was picturing you,” he sighs, “When I realized it wasn’t you I pulled back and dragged her out of my office before I vomited and then had my whole office redone, it’s also when I realized I needed to go nomad before I lost control of my emotions.”
He didn’t sleep with her…
“I’m sorry I made out like I had slept with Cherri, I never should have let you assume, I was just angry because I thought you were trying to get my cut, which again, I never should have accused you of, especially when I know your heart,” he whispers.
I swallow hard as he grabs my hand, and I clutch his tight, my heart pounding, the future I was told to envision slowly disappearing.
It’s official, I am a whore.
He never slept with her or Cherri, but I slept with someone else. I may have been drunk, but still.
He deserves someone better than me, even if it was always him as my future.
Chapter 21
Viper – Two Weeks Later
I swallow hard as I lean against the hood of my car and eye the big brown door while my heart fucking pounds and my palms sweat.
It’s been two weeks since I last saw Lake. She was supposed to come home last week, but requested an extra week, which is good, I guess, that she realized she needed longer, but it was fucking hard because Dr. Gren suggested she doesn’t have any visitors.
I ended up bringing another shirt that I had worn the day before and another box of cinnamon buns, not caring that it was a four-hour round trip anyway, especially knowing the tee I had given her would no longer smell like me.
I’d drive to the other end of the earth if she’d asked me to.
I chew my bottom lip, not taking my eyes off the door.
She doesn’t know it’s me picking her up. I spoke to Randy, and we both agreed that I can pick her up so we can talk while he finishes her room for her return.
With the help of Psycho, Blade, their women and Callum who was devastated that he missed the signs of her depression, we packed up Lake’s bungalow she was renting, handed in her keys and instead of bringing it all to my home, we took it back to her childhood home. That pissed me the fuck off and that fucker Randy decided to give me a deal so I couldn’t fight him. He’ll stay at the garage if I allow Lake to choose when she moves in with me.
The way Blade fucking pouted at me…
I shake my head. Of course, I had to accept, especially when Ivy made her eyes tear up, so now, Lake is moving back in with her dad, and I’ve got to take it. He promised to keep a watchful eye on her, and so has Callum. Apparently, she’s returning to work when she gets back, her therapist agreeing it would be a good idea for her to get back to a normal routine.
Work and school.
They’re all fuckers, I’d rather wrap her up in cotton wool and bring her everywhere I go.
The doors open, and I stand up straight as a fearful Lake walks out wearing my shirt over her long-sleeved one, hiding her wrists, wheeling her suitcase, and without a thought, I move towards her up the steps, causing her to look my way.
Her lips part as the wind blows some of her loose hair into her face.
“Hey,” I whisper when near, and I gently tuck her hair behind her ear and place a kiss on her forehead while taking her suitcase from her.
“You’re here,” she whispers in shock, and I smile gently at her and wrap my arm around her waist before lifting up her suitcase and gently guiding her down the steps to my car.
“Of course I am,” I murmur as I guide her to the passenger side and open the door before helping her in, all while she looks at me in shock.
Chuckling, I click her in before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, then shutting her door. I put her suitcase in the trunk, then walk to the driver’s side as I take my cut off and climb in.
“Hold this for me, shorty?” I ask as I pass her my cut, and she takes it before pressing it against her nose, and my eyes soften as hers close.
I really fucking hope we can overcome our issues...
Swallowing hard, I start my car and put it in gear before pulling off from the curb. Then, as if on instinct, I gently place my hand over her bump, rubbing it as our daughter moves underneath my palm. I move my hand to her leg, covering her thigh and clutching it.
“Harder, Jaylen, please,” she gasps as I thrust hard and fast, keeping one leg above her head so I can reach that sweet spot.
