“Oh… and is the third one here, too?”
She is the third one. It pulls at my chest for her to think I don’t care about her when I constantly tell her that I do. Fuck, why is shit so complicated?
“I’m looking at her,” I say honestly.
Her sad frown slowly edges to a smile and she nods, taking the whiskey bottle from me and throwing back another shot.
“That’s nice,” she whispers.
That’s nice. That’s all she can say? Jesus there she goes closing off again. Just when I think I’m making f**king progress.
“I’m gonna go visit with Lana.”
That’ll be good. Lana won’t come outta that damn room but only to eat. She’s really taking this guilt thing a little too far. And the shit she’s putting in my VP’s head is nuts. He’s so bent over her.
“Yeah, okay.”
“I’m gonna visit her for a long while. So maybe if you need to… umm… relieve yourself with,” her eyes cut to the monitor, “the second one, I won’t be upset. I can’t give you want you need, and we’re really not a couple. We don’t know what we are because I’m so screwed up, and I know this isn’t how you normally do things. I’m just gonna go,” she says her voice low.
Did she just give me a green light to f**k someone else? Have I not been clear with her? I could f**k the muffler bunnies running in and outta here if I wanted some that damn badly.
Fuck this shit; I’m tired of it. She wants me to lay it to Dizzy, then I will. I’m done waiting around for her to realize what I mean when I say I care for her. I’m an MC f**king president; she can just go to f**king hell now.
Besides, Dizzy will blow my f**king mind to oblivion. She was the best lay I’ve ever had until I stuck my dick in Angel. Shit, there I go again.
I need to rectify this situation right now. Screw someone else and then just maybe I won’t give a shit about Angel anymore.
I slide out of my stool, head outside and when my eyes meet Dizzy’s, I’m spun around again. She does that to people hence her name. She’s so damn hot. Her long black hair with bright red highlights running through it and her long legs clad in leather. Fuck me. This is good. This is very good.
“Prez,” she smiles walking up to me.
“I have an itch,” I growl and pull her behind me walking so damn fast.
“Mmm…and you need me to scratch it,” she laughs keeping up the pace.
“Yes,” I grit out.
If I don’t look needy, then people are blind. I’m practically running down the hall with her hand in mine towards my room when I spot the slam room door halfway open. Angel’s whispering to Lana and I guess she feels me because her head turns and her eyes meet mine. She takes a deep breath, shuts them, and turns her attention back to Lana.
“Braxxon,” Dizzy says, and it’s enough to remind me I have a hot f**k waiting for me.
“Let’s roll.” I slap her on the ass.
I don’t even have my bedroom door shut before she attacks me, ripping my clothes off. Her tongue thrusts in my mouth as I undo her leather pants. When we’re stripped of our clothes, I pick her up, slam her down on my dresser, and reach for a condom. I shield myself in record time, slam into her, and groan.
“Fuck baby,” she curses.
No shit.
“No f**king talking,” I hiss as I clamp my hand over her mouth and pound into her over and over again.
She screams and I muffle the noise with my hand as I spill my load inside of her warm cunt. Shit that didn’t take long. I bury my head in between her gorgeous tits trying to calm my breathing. I let my hand fall from her mouth.
“Prez… what the hell was that?”
I just need her to shut the hell up for a minute. I turn my head, one eyes vision blocked by her breast, and my other lands straight on my bed that I’ve shared with Angel for damn near two months. I pull out, stand straight, and toss the condom in the trash.
“Go.”
Dizzy looks at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind.
“Diz, just go, I’ll be down in a minute.”
She jumps down and reaches for her clothes on the floor, giving me a perfect view of her ass and luscious thighs.
What the f**k did I just do?
“God dammit,” I roar punching the wall.
“Prez you got your wires crossed man,” she says before heading out the door.
“Fuck if I don’t know it,” I reply.
I spend an hour up in my apartment dreading the walk back downstairs into my own club because I don’t wanna look my Angel in the eyes. I screwed up. I know I did because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t feel like this right now.
I grab a smoke and head down. Angel’s sitting on one of the couches talking with Berry as the charter ladies play pool shooting the shit with the brothers. She looks up at me and smiles a small sad smile and f**k if that doesn’t kill me.
“Prez.” Sniper comes jogging up to me.
“We’ve f**king got him man; he’s at the warehouse.”
Sniper wasn’t quiet enough because Angel’s entire body jumps before she gets up from the couch and heads over towards me.
“Chapel, now.”
“No,” Angel says sternly. “I’ve got to hear this, please, Braxxon.”
“Okay baby,” I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lead us into the chapel. I wait for everyone to get inside before I slam the gavel down.
She is the third one. It pulls at my chest for her to think I don’t care about her when I constantly tell her that I do. Fuck, why is shit so complicated?
“I’m looking at her,” I say honestly.
Her sad frown slowly edges to a smile and she nods, taking the whiskey bottle from me and throwing back another shot.
“That’s nice,” she whispers.
That’s nice. That’s all she can say? Jesus there she goes closing off again. Just when I think I’m making f**king progress.
“I’m gonna go visit with Lana.”
That’ll be good. Lana won’t come outta that damn room but only to eat. She’s really taking this guilt thing a little too far. And the shit she’s putting in my VP’s head is nuts. He’s so bent over her.
“Yeah, okay.”
“I’m gonna visit her for a long while. So maybe if you need to… umm… relieve yourself with,” her eyes cut to the monitor, “the second one, I won’t be upset. I can’t give you want you need, and we’re really not a couple. We don’t know what we are because I’m so screwed up, and I know this isn’t how you normally do things. I’m just gonna go,” she says her voice low.
Did she just give me a green light to f**k someone else? Have I not been clear with her? I could f**k the muffler bunnies running in and outta here if I wanted some that damn badly.
Fuck this shit; I’m tired of it. She wants me to lay it to Dizzy, then I will. I’m done waiting around for her to realize what I mean when I say I care for her. I’m an MC f**king president; she can just go to f**king hell now.
Besides, Dizzy will blow my f**king mind to oblivion. She was the best lay I’ve ever had until I stuck my dick in Angel. Shit, there I go again.
I need to rectify this situation right now. Screw someone else and then just maybe I won’t give a shit about Angel anymore.
I slide out of my stool, head outside and when my eyes meet Dizzy’s, I’m spun around again. She does that to people hence her name. She’s so damn hot. Her long black hair with bright red highlights running through it and her long legs clad in leather. Fuck me. This is good. This is very good.
“Prez,” she smiles walking up to me.
“I have an itch,” I growl and pull her behind me walking so damn fast.
“Mmm…and you need me to scratch it,” she laughs keeping up the pace.
“Yes,” I grit out.
If I don’t look needy, then people are blind. I’m practically running down the hall with her hand in mine towards my room when I spot the slam room door halfway open. Angel’s whispering to Lana and I guess she feels me because her head turns and her eyes meet mine. She takes a deep breath, shuts them, and turns her attention back to Lana.
“Braxxon,” Dizzy says, and it’s enough to remind me I have a hot f**k waiting for me.
“Let’s roll.” I slap her on the ass.
I don’t even have my bedroom door shut before she attacks me, ripping my clothes off. Her tongue thrusts in my mouth as I undo her leather pants. When we’re stripped of our clothes, I pick her up, slam her down on my dresser, and reach for a condom. I shield myself in record time, slam into her, and groan.
“Fuck baby,” she curses.
No shit.
“No f**king talking,” I hiss as I clamp my hand over her mouth and pound into her over and over again.
She screams and I muffle the noise with my hand as I spill my load inside of her warm cunt. Shit that didn’t take long. I bury my head in between her gorgeous tits trying to calm my breathing. I let my hand fall from her mouth.
“Prez… what the hell was that?”
I just need her to shut the hell up for a minute. I turn my head, one eyes vision blocked by her breast, and my other lands straight on my bed that I’ve shared with Angel for damn near two months. I pull out, stand straight, and toss the condom in the trash.
“Go.”
Dizzy looks at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind.
“Diz, just go, I’ll be down in a minute.”
She jumps down and reaches for her clothes on the floor, giving me a perfect view of her ass and luscious thighs.
What the f**k did I just do?
“God dammit,” I roar punching the wall.
“Prez you got your wires crossed man,” she says before heading out the door.
“Fuck if I don’t know it,” I reply.
I spend an hour up in my apartment dreading the walk back downstairs into my own club because I don’t wanna look my Angel in the eyes. I screwed up. I know I did because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t feel like this right now.
I grab a smoke and head down. Angel’s sitting on one of the couches talking with Berry as the charter ladies play pool shooting the shit with the brothers. She looks up at me and smiles a small sad smile and f**k if that doesn’t kill me.
“Prez.” Sniper comes jogging up to me.
“We’ve f**king got him man; he’s at the warehouse.”
Sniper wasn’t quiet enough because Angel’s entire body jumps before she gets up from the couch and heads over towards me.
“Chapel, now.”
“No,” Angel says sternly. “I’ve got to hear this, please, Braxxon.”
“Okay baby,” I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lead us into the chapel. I wait for everyone to get inside before I slam the gavel down.
