Page 31 of Spike's Perdition
“Spike?”
I chuckle roughly and with zero humor. “So, you run out on so many guys that you can’t keep them all straight.”
“It’s…” A rustling sound comes through the line. “Dammit, it’s almost three in the morning.”
“Your point?”
“It’s late, Spike,” she says with a sigh. “Did you need something?”
“You’re the one who came looking for me.”
“Right. But maybe you could call back at a decent hour.”
I could, but I’m not caving that easily. Besides, she answered. If she didn’t want to talk, she should’ve ignored the call.
“I’m good now.”
“Okay, fine. I wanted to talk to you beca?—”
“Why’d you take off that morning?” I demand. “You ashamed to have fucked a biker?”
“What? No!”
“Coulda fooled me,” I gripe. “Ya know, I knew I was only a dare to you, but I wasn’t expecting you to be an uptight bitch.”
Without warning, the call is disconnected.
Yeah. I went too far.
CHAPTER 11
IVORY
“Asshole!”
I grip my phone tight, ready to throw it across the room.
How fucking dare he! We agreed no strings attached, no commitment. Just two adults throwing caution to the wind and indulging in a good time with a complete stranger.
I storm out of my bedroom to pace around the living room, huffing and puffing. There’s only one person I can turn to at this hour. I hit the number one contact in my cell and wait for her to answer.
“Hey, babe, ho?—”
“Megan,” I choke out.
“Ivory, what’s wrong?” she demands, the sleep instantly vanishing from her voice. “What happened?”
“Spike happened.”
“Oookay,” she draws out. “I’m gonna need specifics. I take it he got your message and called.”
“Yep.” I laugh sardonically. “All he cared about was why I ran out on him. And he called me an uptight bitch.”
“Did he really call you an uptight bitch?” Megan asks quietly, her tone deadly.
That’s one of the things I love about her. She’s protective to a fault and extremely loyal to those she loves.
“Sure did,” I confirm. “I don’t need or want anything from that dickface. I never want to see him again.”
