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“Yeah, Star played him to get what she wanted.” Maggie smirks.
“It’s a biker thing,” Josie says. “I didn’t get it at first, but it’s actually kind of hot, and it works both ways.”
Belle looks at Josie, her freckled nose scrunched up. “I guess. I will have to take your word for it.” She shrugs.
“Come on darlin’, I will show you to your room,” I say, standing.
She gives me a small smile and stands. I place my hand at the small of her back and guide her down the hall. I stop at her room and open the door, revealing a basic room with a single bed and a chest of draws. I walk in ahead of her.
“Bed, draws, bathroom,” I say, pointing at each of the spots.
She sighs and look around the room. “Right.”
“It ain’t no posh hotel, but it’s clean, dry, and safe,” I remind her.
She gives me a smile and a nod. “It is, thanks.”
I walk past her and stop at her door. “You need anything, my room is just opposite,” I offer.
“You live here, too?” she asks.
“No, I stay here from time to time, we all do. As we have to go and see your daddy tomorrow, it’s easier for me to stay here,” I answer.
“Okay, well, I think I’m just going to get to bed now,” she says. I step back out of the doorway. “Good night,” she adds before closing the door.
I shrug and leave her to it.
CHAPTER TWO
BELLE
I said good night at 7:30pm! I haven’t gone to bed this early since I was a kid! It went quiet after a while, and I’m guessing a few of them went home. I could just hear the odd deep rumble of laughter and music in the background. I roll over to the look at the time. Uggh, its 1 am. My stomach rumbles with hunger. Lying there, I decide I’m just going to have to creep to the kitchen and grab myself a snack. I have on only a T-shirt and my underwear, but I’m not concerned. I’m completely covered.
I look up and down the hall and see no one, so I tiptoe along until I find the door for the kitchen. Sneaking in, I walk to the fridge and as I look in, I spot a dish with some pasta salad in. I grab it and quietly close the fridge behind me. I open each draw until I find a fork. Once I do, I perch on a stool and sit there eating.
“Oh my god, this is delicious,” I mumble to myself as I shovel pasta into my mouth.
“You know what they say about people that eat in the dark?” a deep voice says from behind me, making me jump out of my skin. I spin around, a scream escaping me before I throw my fork full of pasta at the person. He switches on the kitchen light, and it’s then that I realise it’s Beast. He stands there, looking down at his bare chest that is now splattered with pasta salad. “Thanks for that,” he mutters.
I place my hand over my heart, trying to calm myself. “Oh my god,” I breathe. “You scared the shit out of me.”
He swipes his finger across the sauce on his chest and places his finger in his mouth. “Hhm, Queenie makes the best pasta salad,” he adds before he reaches for a paper towel to wipe the rest of the mess away. He bends down and picks up my fork up before he runs it under the tap, cleaning it, then he wipes it dry.
I hold out my hand. “Thank you I—” I start to say, but I stop when he doesn’t give me the fork. Instead, he starts eating the pasta salad himself. “Hey, that’s my fork!” I protest.
He frowns, looking down at the fork, then back to me. “I don’t see your name on it,” he points out. I roll my eyes and huff. I am about to jump off the stool to get another fork when he holds out the fork full of pasta. “I don’t mind sharing,” he says, offering it to me. I look down at the fork and back to him, and as I go to take the fork from him, he pulls it back slightly. “Open wide.” He smiles playfully. I pause for a moment before I open my mouth. He places the fork full of pasta in my mouth. I close my mouth around the fork, and he smiles. “See? Sharing isn’t so bad.” He winks as he then places a fork full of pasta in his mouth. I cough a laugh, covering my mouth so I don’t splutter pasta everywhere.
“Do you often creep up on women when they are sat alone in the dark, then force them to share their food?” I smirk.
His eye alight with amusement. “Force you? Force you. I don’t think I held you down and forced you to share. I merely gestured, as that is the polite thing to do.”
“Right,” I say sarcastically.
He just shrugs and continues to feed me more pasta. “Maybe I should be asking why you crept out of your room in the middle of the night to eat pasta salad?” he asks. “Especially while there are things going on you really don’t want to witness,” he adds.
That has me intrigued. “What could possibly be going on that I wouldn’t want to see?”
He places the fork back in the bowl and holds out his hand. “My lady.” He gestures with a wink. I smirk and take his hand as he leads me to the far door, the one on the opposite side of the kitchen. He stops just in front of it. “Now, what I am about to show you isn’t the normal thing a lady should be seeing, but considering the precarious position we found you in this morning, I’m pretty sure you can handle it. It’s filthy,” he says before he places his finger over his lips, shushing me. I nod, my eyes wide. I am kind of excited for what he is about to show me. Pushing the door open, we peer around it, and there laid on the pool table is Spider, completely naked, lying face down, his arm hanging off the table, with a pool que wedged between his ass cheeks.
