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Eve opened wide and stuck out her tongue. “Tell me who’s dick you’re going to let me suck.”
“Eve,” I barked.
She closed her mouth, pouting. “Yes, it's ridiculous that I'm upset about how you treated me and how you treated our relationship, but you were upset last night, and had every right. You think you had every right to do what you did to me. Scare me like you did. I never would have dreamed.”
“It’s in my nature,” I said, trying to explain. “It was only a sweetbutt. It didn't mean anything.” That was something Eve would never understand. Something about being a biker I’d given up for her, easy pickings. Every man’s fantasy.
“It’s your nature to fuck another woman when you’re mad at me? Before even talking to me? And then, well, I can’t even say it.” She started to walk away.
I took hold of Eve's upper arm. “Eve, you did this. You didn’t talk to me. You didn’t talk to me about my baby.”
“How dare you?” She heaved away. “Do not touch me.”
Eve trudged away from me, and I didn't follow.
Fuck. I went to the bar and asked Paisley for some more whiskey.
“Ain’t you had enough?” she asked as she poured.
I threw it back and expected another.
Obliging, the whore inquired, “How are you holding up? Did I hit you with that lamp?”
“I have no idea what you're talking about, Paisley.” I vaguely remembered her throwing something.
“Gosh, you really were smashed, weren't you? I don't blame Eve for being so irate.”
“Eve will cool off. We'll be back together in no time.” I lifted my shot to my lips.
“Sure, you will,” Paisley said, pouring another.
“Wait and see,” I said, full of confidence as Paisley led me across the bar, up to her room.
And like the first night, I found out Eve left me on our wedding day, I gave in to temptation. I’d given up the loose women at the club to be Eve’s man. I never minded it before, but it had been so long since Eve had had anything to do with me. Even though I understood why, I had needs. Yet, doing Paisley was more about Eve and getting back at her for hurting me. Revenge. And it was only a sweetbutt. That was something Eve would never understand.
But Paisley was right.
Soon, Eve sent Paisley over to the Eagles’ Nest to get her things.
“She’s really moving out?” I asked the whore.
“I guess so. I’m just running errands.”
I helped Paisley pack up every last thing of Eve’s. When Eve wasn’t singing, she slept at the clubhouse. Paisley wouldn’t say where. No doubt, Kingpin gave her a place.
The whore tried to cheer me up. “If Eve doesn’t want you, other women do. She’ll come back once she appreciates that fact. You know I’m always here for you.” She batted her fake eyelashes. My eyes traveled her body as I remembered having her before.
Paisley went straight for my pants. She grabbed my cock through my jeans.
I took Paisley to my bed.
From then on out, Eve wouldn't have anything to do with me. She wouldn't even speak to me. She barely looked my way. Every time I tried to get close to her, my brothers would surround her, the whores would surround her. It became clear everybody was on her side. The club protected her from me. Everyone kept me away from her. Eve acted like she hated me, so I assumed we must’ve had one big fight. I barely remembered any of it other than the fact I'd found out that I was wrong about Eve's reasons for standing me up.
Days turned to weeks. On the outs with Prez, I hadn’t been assigned one job. I’d hurt the King’s precious star. Not only had he ruined my face, but he was also punishing me financially. I’d told Thorn the man wanted my woman to himself. With no responsibility around the club, I had nothing but time to get to know the sweetbutts again. Although my heart was broken, my pride took over. When I’d told Eve about my nature, I spoke of my arrogance. I would not grovel. Never. I wouldn’t chase her.
I thought of Paisley’s words. If Eve didn’t want me, other women did. She’d come back once she appreciated that fact. Taking her advice, I fell into the familiar, partying with my brothers. With Eve long gone, I was mending my heart with whiskey. Women always came onto me and like old times, I was taking them up on their offers. After all, one of the perks of being a member was all the pussy at Royal Road. I had Paisley back over to the house more times than I could count. Fucking someone like her didn't mean anything.
After I tired of the likes of Paisley, Minni, Cali and Jelly bean, I fell into hanging out with my old friends. Not the officers who craved Kingpin’s favor who shunned me or the sweetbutts who missed my dick, but members who didn't live at Royal Road, ones who only went there to party. And amongst them was my ex, Steph. Bad ass biker, bitch with short fuchsia hair who used to get my motor running like no one’s business. No whore, she had wanted more than I had to give her, a relationship. I was with her when I met Eve. Hell, I'd probably still be with her if I didn't meet Eve.
