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“And where is our little amnesia chick? Got to say, man, she is funny as fuck. You never know what she’s going to say next, and the fact that half the shit that comes out of her mouth should cause her to blush six ways from Sunday if she had a memory just makes it better.”

“She’s a virgin.”

Fuck. I didn’t want to talk about this. I didn’t want to air my shit. I was happy to just sit here and not talk, actually. That was the whole point. After I fucked Julianne all night—no lie there—I passed out. When the doorbell rang at the ass crack of dawn, I bolted. Coward? Probably. I saw Bailey, and I freaked the fuck out.

I knew Jules had a prospect on her all day, so I just took off, didn’t say anything, and came here. Been sitting at the bar all morning, drinking and thinking. Thinking about drinking, and drinking some more. I’m not actually in the mood to get drunk, so the drinks have been steady and slow. But they haven’t quit. Not till now, it seems. The one time I need to occupy my mouth instead of gabbing like a fucking old woman.

I push the glass away, resting my arms out to the sides as I drop my head on the bar top. It’s clean and not sticky for once. Thank fuck for prospects. The fact that no one is talking right now is exactly the bombshell I didn’t want to create in here.

“That a problem?” Bass finally asks with a raised eyebrow.

I nod while I say, “No.”

“She kicked you out?”

“No.”

“Did you, um… did you hurt her?”

I whip my head up and glare at Bass. “Fuck no, man. What the fuck?”

He holds his hands up and leans back. “Hey, sorry, man. Had to ask. You look like your puppy was kicked or some shit. Had to make sure.”

“You running because she’s a virgin?”

This is the first time I see that Bulldog and Chains were the other brothers who followed Bass over. Bulldog is eyeing me as Chains ain’t looking at nothing but the beer in front of him. I know he had a hang-up about this shit once, but I ain’t got the same past as him. My hang-ups are my own.

“Wouldn’t call it running,” I grumble as I look back at the bar. Bulldog’s tone sets me off a bit, not sure why. Feel like he’s accusing me of some shit I didn’t even do.

“Then what would you call it?”

I breathe, taking a couple beats before I answer him honestly. “Regret. I left her because I didn’t want to see her with that look and leave first.”

“So you fucked her.”

I cringe at the crass way Bulldog says it but nod nonetheless.

“She tell you to stop?” This from Chains has me looking up and over at him.

I shake my head. “Told me she would cut my dick off and use it herself if I did.”

This gets a chuckle from the boys before Chains nods. “Got to love a woman who knows what she wants.”

“If you didn’t hurt her, and she didn’t tell you to stop, then what’s the problem? What, you didn’t last or some shit? Didn’t give her the proper O factor or something?” Thankfully Bulldog smacks the back of Bass’s head for me. “What? He did nothing wrong from what he’s saying. Unless he sucked at it, not sure I can see how he thinks she’ll see this or him as a disappointment.”

“Because she’s better than him.”

I keep my eyes level with Chains. He gets it.

“Or that’s what he thinks,” Bulldog grunts, and my eyes move from my former VP to my current one.

“Right, well, I’m out. This shit just got more girl drama on it than I want. Don’t got a vagina, ain’t about to start acting like I do.”

I roll my eyes as Bass leaves. Feelings ain’t his thing, nor talking about them. Funny since he’s called Bass because he’s got a big mouth and tends to open it more times than you want him to.

I also don’t like talking about this shit, but fuck, I brought it up. I’m the one who opened this can of worms. Not like I can be the one to walk away. Besides, the drinks are closer here than at the pool table Bass went to.

“I don’t think she’s better. I know it,” I state.

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