Page 8 of Always Yours

“You have a bit of drool there,” he says, gesturing to the bottom of his lip.

I automatically go to wipe when he laughs, and I realise I was caught staring at this man.

I look over at him again and he’s grinning at me.

“Now, if I was thirty years younger, you would be in trouble,” he says with a wink, and I swear I nearly swoon.

“Wow, you shouldn’t do that,” I say, waving my hand at him.

“Do what?” he asks in confusion.

“You know, wink. That’s very deadly. That will lead any woman to trouble that I’m sure most aren’t ready for,” I say. Oh god, why can’t I shut up?

He coughs out a laugh, and I look at Nik, Art, and Razor who are all trying to hold back laughter.

“Well, that’s good to know. I’m Prez. This here is my son. So, all this goodness will most likely be what you have to look forward to if you stick around in the future,” he says with another wink.

I cover my face with my hands.

“I think I’m just going to go hide now,” I say with my voice muffled by my hands.

Before anyone can say anything, there’s a loud noise and I realise that it’s my stomach making it known that I haven’t eaten in hours.

“We haven’t eaten in a couple days,” Nik says.

“Why not?” Razor asks, looking a bit angry that we haven’t eaten.

“The cash ran low, and we needed money for gas. I plan to find a job as soon as I can. We both do,” Nik says, glaring at Razor.

“We can help with that. Do either of you know how to cook?” Prez says.

I nod my head. “Yeah, that’s all I was really taught. As long as you have ingredients, I can cook just about anything.”

“Tonight, we will order pizza, which is what we usually do, but tomorrow I will get a prospect to head to the store with you and you grab lots of food; I’m talking about carts full. We don’t have much since no one know how to cook shit and the last time one of the club bunnies tried, we got food poisoning. All we have eaten since is take-out. Haven’t had a home cooked meal since my ma died,” Prez says.

“We can do that. I’d be happy to earn my keep,” I tell him.

“Oh darling, I’ll pay you to cook for the club. That way you get some cash, and we get delicious food,” he says.

“If you are sure,” I say slowly.

“I am. And what skills do you have?” he asks, turning his attention to Nik.

“He’s good at fighting and self defense. He trained me how to fight. So, I would suggest him to help out if you had a gym or something but, if not, I’m sure he can apply to the nearest one,” I say, putting my two cents in.

“We do own a gym and we do happen to be down an instructor. We can see what you’ve got tomorrow. Tonight, just relax,” he says before turning away and leaving.

I let out a sigh staring at his ass as he walks away.

“Woman!” is shouted. I jump and look back to see Razor glaring at me.

“Could you stop eye fucking my dad?” he asks angrily.

“He’s just aged so right,” I say with a sigh.

Art and Nik chuckle at me.

I grab a pop and a seat at a nearby table. Nik, Art, and Razor join me. We sit and talk until a man puts a couple boxes of pizza and other takeout containers in front of us.

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