Page 7 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

Chapter Two

“Rage doesn’t seem concerned,” Penny said.

Mel had Leonardo on her lap, and she kissed his head. She loved her nephew so much.

Her sister, the author, placed their drinks on the coffee table.

“I’m just telling you what Pea told me, and whenever he gives me a warning, I always listen.” She looked at her sister to see her watching her. “What is it?”

“How are things with you and Pea?”

“Good, why? I know you don’t like him, but I do.” She’d married him because he’d offered her a life, and also he made her laugh. Humor had been out of her life for so long with their parents’ deaths. He’d helped her to live, and no one else saw that.

They just saw two people who fucked others. No one actually cared that they enjoyed each other’s company. She wasn’t about to tell her sister that he’d even told her about some of the awful fucks he’d had.

In a way, Pea was her best friend. They talked about everything together. The time they spent was always enjoyable. Even when they were sleeping with other people, if she found something funny, she’d send it to him in a text, or tell him the next time she saw him. Their marriage was different, but no less than anyone else’s.

Her sister sighed. “I just thought you could do so much better.”

“You mean the councilman who gave me a black eye?” Pea was a lot of things, but a wife beater he wasn’t. “You just see the surface of him. You don’t see what he’s really like.”

Penny rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s so hard to find the good in a man who sticks his dick in everything.”

“You can judge, baby sister. I don’t care.”

“Are you pregnant?” Penny asked.

This made Mel pause, and she looked back at the baby in her arms. She’d always thought she’d never have kids. “I spent over six hundred dollars in pregnancy tests.” Pea gave her an allowance, and over the past couple of years she’d saved it all up. She didn’t have extravagant tastes, or expensive ones.

Her clothes were from the mall, but they didn’t have blown-up price tags. She also didn’t need to change her wardrobe every few minutes or new season. She was a simple person at heart.

“They all said the same thing. I’m pregnant.”

“How are you feeling about that?” Penny asked, reaching over to touch her arm.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she released a breath. “I’m terrified. I can’t … I don’t think I can do this.” The tears fell down her cheeks, and she wiped them away. “You’re a natural at this. You always know what you’re doing.”

“I have Rage, and we’ve got the club. You’re not alone, Mel.”

She forced a smile to her lips. “I’m not alone.” She nodded, and lifted her nephew, handing him to Penny. Grabbing some tissues from the shelf, she wiped away her tears.

“Will you tell Sarah and Elena when you see them next? Mel, sit down and drink the juice. It’ll help. I got some salted crackers. I found they worked to settle my stomach.”

She did as her sister ordered, and leaned back. “These aren’t fake tears.” There had been a time she would bribe her sister to doing what she wanted by pretending to be upset. Looking back, she winced. She’d been a bit of a bitch.

“I know they’re real.” Penny moved and placed Leonardo in his play area. She moved back toward her and sat down, placing an arm across her shoulders. “It’s going to be okay. When are you going to tell Pea?”

This made her cry a little harder. “I don’t know. It seems so fucking hopeless right now.” She covered her mouth and looked toward Leonardo. “I’m sorry.”

Penny shrugged. “Do you really think I can control Rage’s language? It’s laughable to even think it.”

Mel smiled. “You’re happy?”

“Of course. I didn’t think I’d be happy with a biker, but it seems that an MC life suits me. I love Rage more than anything.” Penny glanced down at her lap. “You married Pea for me.”

“I married Pea for myself, Penny. Don’t for a second think you’re to blame for anything. There’s no blame. I’m happy.”

“I think it’s always going to be hard for me to think of you happy with a serial cheater.”

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