Page 15 of Gunner

Alone, I'll be all alone.

When I get inside the empty apartment, my tears start to fall as I slide down the door, deciding now is the time to fall apart, and tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll find a different job and a different apartment a few towns over before I quit.

My thoughts start to run wild.

How am I going to raise a baby on my own?

How am I supposed to tell Gunner when he's choosing not to remember our night together, or do I not tell him and let him live his life?

Am I even going to survive this?

Chapter 6

Gunner – one week prior

I smirk as I sit back on my brown desk chair, watching Cara eat out another waitress, Silver, who is lying on her back on my dark oak desk. Her white hair spreads all over it while her legs hang open at the side as Cara stiffens her tongue, rubbing it around Silver's clit before sucking it into her mouth, moaning while tasting her juices, and I palm my rock-hard cock.

A vision of Leah pops into my head, her head tilted back as she cums on my cock.

I shake my head. Fucking dreams.

Leah hasn't spoken to one club member since last month, and she has ensured to only complete her mandatory hours each week. If a waitress has said she needs to stay for clean-up because she has to go early, Leah has refused, when normally she'd agree. Ink tries to talk to her, but she just ignores him each and every time. The only time she'll acknowledge you with a head nod is when you tell her something changed with the shifts. She doesn't care as long as it's not exceeding her hours.

Sometimes I debate whether to add an extra few hours just to see if she'll speak to me. Fuck, she hasn't tried to contact Sophie since Ink tried to win her back at the bar.

I miss her, I miss my friend, and I miss the girl I love more than anything. Mel woke up last night, and she hadn't even gone tosee her. It's like she's detached from everyone. Shaking my head, I come back into the room and watch the delightful show. Fuck, Cara loves eating pussy. I palm my cock again before taking a swig of the tumbler in my hand, the whiskey slowly burning its way down, feeling fucking good.

I’m about to undo my jeans when my office door opens and I sit up, seeing Leah walk in here dressed in baggy clothes. My eyes go wide while the women on the desk gasp before Cara's face goes red with anger at being interrupted by her.

Fuck, not once has she ever come into my office when the doors closed.

I swallow hard at the detached look in her eyes.

"Ever heard of fucking knocking."

Leah looks toward Cara and raises a brow. "Have you ever heard of not being a slut?"

I furrow my brows while Cara gasps hurt etching her features.

In the back of my mind, I know it's a fake look, but I'm too high up in my feelings, as I've just been caught cheating, to realize the damage of my words.

"LEAH!" I boom, making her look at me. "That was uncalled for, especially when everyone around you knows you're a slut too."

Hurt shines in her eyes before she shakes her head, and I instantly want to fucking hit myself.

What the fuck did I just say?

What the fuck...

Leah walks towards me. She goes around my desk, where Silver is still playing with her slit, trying to stay in the mood, but she doesn't look at them. Nope, instead, she walks right up to me and looks me in the eyes before she says coldly, "I quit."

I stand, making her have to look up to me and say, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

She just smirked and said, "I'm talking about being treated like crap by you and your club; I'm talking about being overworked. I. QUIT."

My nostrils flare as my father walks in and raises a brow at the women at my desk, then an angry-looking Leah,

"Dad."

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