you this." Blue held out his hand.
He took the small folded piece of paper and opened it.
Deuce,
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have come and imposed on your life.
<3 Eva.
P.S. Take care of yourself.
"Prez?"
"What?"
"She's a good girl," Blue said. "Sweet too. Knows her way round a club, took two fuckin’ fists for it. Fuckin' adores you too, woulda thought you were the King of fuckin' England way she looks at you, and she's good to the boys, not givin' ‘em shit 'bout the girls, bringin' them beers, talkin' and jokin' with ‘em , makin' friends with Jase's piece a ass. Didn't much like Miranda…"
Blue tossed back another shot and chuckled.
"But I don't much blame her. I were you I woulda done everything I coulda to keep a girl like that in my bed.”
What else could he have done short of tying her to the bed or drugging her.
"Yeah," He muttered, "Too late now."
His hand fisted around the note, crushing it.
“Pour me one of those,” He muttered, taking a seat beside Blue.
Fuck Eva Fox and her perfect face and her perfect tits. He had a life to get back to.
So he got back to it.
For three long years he lived his fucking life.
His miserable fucking life.
And then he saw her again.
And miserable got a fuck of a lot worse.
CHAPTER EIGHT :
Groaning, Frankie collapsed on top of me.
"Off," I demanded, pushing at him. "I can't breathe."
He lifted his head, grinning. "Like you where you are babe. Fuckin' naked and underneath me."
Frankie was insatiable. I almost wished he would start whoring around at the club and give me break.
"Frankie! I can't breathe! Get off!"
Grunting, he pushed himself up a few inches. "I'm tryin’ babe but you're not lettin’ me back in."
"Ahhh!" I yelled, shoving him as hard as I could. Which wasn't very hard but I did manage to shove him off to the side so I was able to roll away.
Frankie rolled too, reaching for me. I jumped backwards and slapped his hands away. Glaring at him, I headed into the bathroom to dress.
“Remind me why we had to sleep at the club?” I asked, stepping into my underwear then slipping my jersey cotton sheath dress over my head.
“Got a meetin’ this mornin’.”
I pulled my hair up and turned on the faucet. Scooping water in my hands, I started washing my face. “So, why did I have to stay at the club?”
“Can’t sleep without you babe.”
Grabbing Frankie’s toothbrush, I loaded it with toothpaste and shoved it in my mouth.
“What’s the meeting about?” I mumbled around the toothbrush.
“Bunch of MCs havin’ trouble with Angelo Buonarroti. Seems the douchebag put out a coupla bids for the same jobs. Things got messy, brother's got buried. Need to get this shit straightened out. Maybe Buonarroti needs to go to ground. We’ll see.”
I spit, rinsed the toothbrush and put it back in its holder. Then I grabbed my makeup bag and set to work making myself look presentable.
“Gonna go have breakfast with Kami while you’re working.”
“At her place?”
I leaned forward, dotting some cover up underneath my eyes. “Probably.”
“Don’t like that fucker she married,” Frankie muttered.
I grinned. “Who does?”
Chase Henderson was a high paid lawyer for a predominant law firm who had made partner by the age of twenty five. We’d all gone to prep school together but he’d gone off to Harvard whereas Kami and I had stayed in Manhattan to attend NYU. Their parents had arranged their marriage a long time ago. It was ridiculously old school but it wasn’t unheard of in their circle. There were many wealthy, political families that still practiced arranged marriages.
Chase was extraordinarily good looking in an All-American Calvin Klein underwear model kind of way. Never once had I seen him not clean-shaven and without one of many designer outfits on. He never had a single gelled hair out of place and always wore a pissed off, haughty
He took the small folded piece of paper and opened it.
Deuce,
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have come and imposed on your life.
<3 Eva.
P.S. Take care of yourself.
"Prez?"
"What?"
"She's a good girl," Blue said. "Sweet too. Knows her way round a club, took two fuckin’ fists for it. Fuckin' adores you too, woulda thought you were the King of fuckin' England way she looks at you, and she's good to the boys, not givin' ‘em shit 'bout the girls, bringin' them beers, talkin' and jokin' with ‘em , makin' friends with Jase's piece a ass. Didn't much like Miranda…"
Blue tossed back another shot and chuckled.
"But I don't much blame her. I were you I woulda done everything I coulda to keep a girl like that in my bed.”
What else could he have done short of tying her to the bed or drugging her.
"Yeah," He muttered, "Too late now."
His hand fisted around the note, crushing it.
“Pour me one of those,” He muttered, taking a seat beside Blue.
Fuck Eva Fox and her perfect face and her perfect tits. He had a life to get back to.
So he got back to it.
For three long years he lived his fucking life.
His miserable fucking life.
And then he saw her again.
And miserable got a fuck of a lot worse.
CHAPTER EIGHT :
Groaning, Frankie collapsed on top of me.
"Off," I demanded, pushing at him. "I can't breathe."
He lifted his head, grinning. "Like you where you are babe. Fuckin' naked and underneath me."
Frankie was insatiable. I almost wished he would start whoring around at the club and give me break.
"Frankie! I can't breathe! Get off!"
Grunting, he pushed himself up a few inches. "I'm tryin’ babe but you're not lettin’ me back in."
"Ahhh!" I yelled, shoving him as hard as I could. Which wasn't very hard but I did manage to shove him off to the side so I was able to roll away.
Frankie rolled too, reaching for me. I jumped backwards and slapped his hands away. Glaring at him, I headed into the bathroom to dress.
“Remind me why we had to sleep at the club?” I asked, stepping into my underwear then slipping my jersey cotton sheath dress over my head.
“Got a meetin’ this mornin’.”
I pulled my hair up and turned on the faucet. Scooping water in my hands, I started washing my face. “So, why did I have to stay at the club?”
“Can’t sleep without you babe.”
Grabbing Frankie’s toothbrush, I loaded it with toothpaste and shoved it in my mouth.
“What’s the meeting about?” I mumbled around the toothbrush.
“Bunch of MCs havin’ trouble with Angelo Buonarroti. Seems the douchebag put out a coupla bids for the same jobs. Things got messy, brother's got buried. Need to get this shit straightened out. Maybe Buonarroti needs to go to ground. We’ll see.”
I spit, rinsed the toothbrush and put it back in its holder. Then I grabbed my makeup bag and set to work making myself look presentable.
“Gonna go have breakfast with Kami while you’re working.”
“At her place?”
I leaned forward, dotting some cover up underneath my eyes. “Probably.”
“Don’t like that fucker she married,” Frankie muttered.
I grinned. “Who does?”
Chase Henderson was a high paid lawyer for a predominant law firm who had made partner by the age of twenty five. We’d all gone to prep school together but he’d gone off to Harvard whereas Kami and I had stayed in Manhattan to attend NYU. Their parents had arranged their marriage a long time ago. It was ridiculously old school but it wasn’t unheard of in their circle. There were many wealthy, political families that still practiced arranged marriages.
Chase was extraordinarily good looking in an All-American Calvin Klein underwear model kind of way. Never once had I seen him not clean-shaven and without one of many designer outfits on. He never had a single gelled hair out of place and always wore a pissed off, haughty
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