Page 48 of Choosing My Happiness
Bear stood silently, shaking his head slowly.
“What?” I snarled.
“He’s right, Dude. Where did you get such a fucked up view of relationships?”
I kept glaring at him until he shifted.
“You’re fucked, Blaze, seriously. An ol’lady has a right to expect that her man keeps his dick in his pants. It’s basic respect. Every time you pull it out and stick it in someone else when she has a problem with it, you’re disrespecting her.” He turned around and started walking out.
“Molly never had a problem with Matchstick doing it,” I yelled at him.
“Daisy isn’t Molly,” he yelled back over his shoulder, then he paused.
“Where’s Daisy’s kutte?” he asked.
“Why the fuck do you care?”
He stared me down. “Every ol’lady has a kutte and was wearing it at your party, except Daisy. Just want to know why.”
“None of your Goddamn business,” I snapped.
Bear nodded. “Might tell you why she’s divorcing you,” he rumbled before walking away, then he yelled “Hey Horse, might get some free pussy tonight if Blaze ain’t going.”
“Hell yeah! Although, I’m thinking of waiting until Daisy is free. I can keep it in my pants for her.”
“What if she doesn’t want you, mother fucker?”
“Her loss, but you can’t say she’s not worth waiting for.”
Bear rumbled his agreement.
“Yeah, she’s not my type, but she’s certainly something. Definitely deserves better than that piece of shit.”
I turned and started punching the bag again. Fuckers thought they could steal my woman, they could fucking think again. I don’t care that they were officers in the club. I stopped. They wereofficers. Bear was the Sergeant at Arms, and Horse was information. Both of them could offer Daisy a better deal.And both were willing to give her what Shaquilla said women wanted. I didn’t think Daisy was like that, but maybe she was.
I walked to the bench, unwrapping the bandages around my fists. Maybe Shaquilla’s advice was right. Maybe I’d give up the free pussy. Maybe that’d stop this divorce nonsense. I dropped my head as I dropped my ass on the bench.
The door opened and Midwife came in whistling. He seemed to be in a good mood lately.
“You sound happy,” I commented. He grinned.
“Yep.” He swung his bag to drop on the bench nearby.
“I heard you finally got yourself a girl?” I teased. His grin got larger.
“Shit, you finally getting some?”
Midwife shook his head, pulling a towel out of his bag.
“Not yet, but once her divorce is finalized, I’m not letting her go,” he told me as he blinded me with his grin. Then he patted me on the shoulder.
“By the way, thanks for showing me hownotto treat her.” He spun around and started whistling again. What the fuck did he mean by that? I packed up my shit and stomped out of the club gym. These guys were nuts.
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Chapter 32: Daisy
I walked out after another crazily normal shift. Another school shooting had kids filling the beds, and parents haunting the halls and waiting rooms. Unfortunately, as one of the few nurses without kids, I was assigned to the worst cases. I kept seeing Janie’s kids and Dylan in my mind with each one. I wished again, for the millionth time today, that I could go home to Jim. At least I could call him.
