Page 10 of Chosen Boy

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Hunter

Club 83 isn’t just a place for dudes to sit at the bar and shoot the shit while chicks shake their asses on the dance floor. It has pretty good food too. It’s definitely not the same without Bria Collins’s beautiful face behind the bar though. Unfortunately, when her man, Brody, got drafted, she left too.

“I’m sore. I need someone to massage me,” Cade whines.

“Well, I’m gonna go ahead and pass, but I’m sure Watson will fix you right up.” I grin, elbowing Watson’s side. “Right, Gentry?”

“Fuck off,” he groans.

“Relax, asshole. I was thinking more along the lines of one of those leggy blondes over there.” Cade jerks his chin toward the dance floor. “Hell, even that redhead is looking pretty good.”

My eyes move to the dance floor, and my jaw clenches as I take in Paige dancing slow and sexy with her friends. Her back is to us, so I can’t blame Cade for not knowing it’s her. But I’d know that ass and those thighs anywhere.

“Shut up, Huff,” I growl. “Look at the blondes all you want, but don’t look at Paige.”

He looks harder, rearing his head back just as she turns to the side. “Oh fuck, man. I didn’t know that was Paige. I was just looking at that ass and all that red hair.” He turns toward me. “But for real, my man…how long are you going to pine over her? It’s been nearly two years.”

“Yeah, but she sneaks in and pays him a visit from time to time.” Watson grins. “Isn’t that right?”

“Does that mean you’re, like, her own personal sex puppet?” Cade says, serious as can be. “She uses you for the D, but won’t commit? Fuck, how’s it feel, being the chick in the relationship?”

“Shut up,” I mutter.

I know she isn’t using me. Not really anyway. It’s a two-way street. Some nights, I get drunk and miss her, and I call her up. Sometimes, she comes over. I fuck her until the sun rises, and then away she goes. Other times, she calls me. She sounds sad and lonely, and I run to her like my ass is on fire. It always ends the same way. She leaves, or she asks me to.

Because of my family, now, we’re stuck in this weird fucking place where we aren’t together. I have no say in what she does. Yet, every now and then, we fuck. Sending me right back to square one.

When we were a couple, for the first six months, my family was still good with the Savages. And that meant that our families spent a lot of time together. No matter how many times I told Paige I couldn’t stand Sutton and that she had nothing to be worried about, Paige was jealous when Sutton was around. I couldn’t blame her because my parents were always very vocal that they wanted me with Sutton and not Paige.

When Sutton walked into a room, every set of eyes would be on her, and she knew it. Paige was beautiful, like a girl-next-door sort of look. With tanned legs and long red hair. They were polar opposites on every level. But it didn’t matter because I only had eyes for Paige.

“I feel like you’re setting yourself up for a restraining order, staring like that, bruh,” Cade mutters, hitting his elbow to my side. “Gawking that way, it’s just plain weird. You look desperate. Chicks don’t want desperate. They want an asshole.”

I turn, and he smirks.

He nods his head. “They want…me.”

“The man misses his old lady. What would you suggest he do?” Watson says, leaning forward on the bar to look at him. “Hit her over the head and drag her home?”

“It’s been, like…almost two years. She ain’t his old lady anymore.” He frowns. “And actually, she might be into that. Bitches love the caveman shit.” Cade shrugs. “If it were me though, I’d walk right up to those two blondes she’s dancing with, and I’d ask them if they wanted to go into the restroom. I’d tell them one could suck on my cock while the other let me play with her tits.”

“What in the fuck good would that do?” Watson says, clearly confused.

“I’ll tell you what it would do. It’d make her ungrateful ass jealous. Because you know those chicks wouldn’t pass up a chance to show Thompson here how good of a blowie they could give. And who knows? Maybe she’d want to join, and he could finger-fuck her while the whole thing went down.” He takes a swig from his beer before slamming it down. “I’m a fucking genius, I know.”

“Jesus,” I mutter, shaking my head.

“Too far?” Cade shrugs. “My bad. Wishful thinking for my night, I suppose.” Suddenly, a grin spreads across his face. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take the Barbie twins off your hands for the night, and that’ll leave your ex–lady friend all to yourself.”

Before I can answer, he’s heading out onto the dance floor. His energy is always unmatched, and even though it’s clear he’s got demons, he’s damn good at hiding them from the world when he wants to.

When he wedges himself between the blondes, Paige’s eyes find mine, and she smirks, holding her finger up, signaling for me to come over. For a moment, I just sit there. But finally, I give in to temptation, and I finish my beer and move toward her.

“I wondered how long you were going to watch me before you came over.” She giggles, throwing her arms around my neck. “You look so handsome tonight, baby.”

The slur in her words proves she’s drunk. Which seems to be the only time she wants me lately. How long can we keep doing this? I’m not sure. But if giving her what she needs when she needs it keeps her from moving on, I’m okay with it.

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