Page 11 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

“I don’t want you to touch me.”

Pea pulled away, really fucking pissed that a simple word had hurt her. Mel had been called a lot of other names over the years, and none of them upset her. “Are you on the rag or something?”

Pea quickly ducked as she hurled a Chinese take-out container at his head. It went past him and hit the wall, spilling the contents.

“You’re a real asshole. You know that? I don’t know what all those women saw in you.”

This was not like her at all. In fact, she had never thrown anything at him or hit him. He saw she was upset as well, as she did hate violence. It was one of the things she’d disliked about the club. Pea wondered why she was so emotional of late. Rarely did the little things bother her. He’d mentioned her rag another time, and nothing. She’d often laughed with him.

Rubbing at his temples, he said, “You know what they see in me, babe.”

“Ugh!” She screamed at him. “You make me so damn angry.”

“I’m not going to apologize for that because you love me for it.” He looked down at the mess on the floor, figuring it would piss her off if he didn’t clean it, even though she’d made the mess. Still, it was the first time she’d ever slapped him, especially as she was so against violence.

She threw the tub.

You called her thick. Clean it.

Mel continued to make them some food. They were a good team most of the time. If it wasn’t for that fucker being in town, this wouldn’t be happening. He made his way toward the cleaning cupboard.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said. “I’m going to do it after I’ve heated up some leftovers.” Once again tears were in her eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m not this crazy.”

“I can take care of this. I’m hungry.”

“Are you sure? I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t stress about it at all.”

Pea began to clean away the mess, wondering if Mel was okay. Her emotions were running high, and he wondered if she was ill.

She was usually relaxed, calm, and chill. He’d make sure she went to the doctor or something.

“Tara hit on me. She told me she was missing my dick.” He went for a change of subject.

“I’m not surprised. She’s wanting a patch.”

“An old lady patch?” he asked, amazed.

“I’d warn the other brothers as well. She may go to unscrupulous means to get it.”

He finished cleaning the mess, and when he stood, she had two plates prepared.

“Friends again?” he asked, teasing her.

“Always. Please forgive me.”

“I do.” He wrapped his arm around her neck, kissing her head.

She needed to realize that he would do anything to protect her. He loved her more than anything.

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