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My dick is hard
I could feel Atlas’s gaze on me as I read the response that came seconds later.
Savvy G: where r u
I messaged my location, and Savannah’s reply came before I could close the app.
Savvy G: Omw can we talk after
I pocketed my phone without responding and finally allowed myself to meet Atlas’s gaze. I didn’t like the hurt I saw there, but it wasn’t my problem. I was as single as four quarters. I owed her nothing.
As if she could read my thoughts as easily as I’d read hers, she shoved past me and ran from the closet.
Alone, I leaned against the shelf with my head back and my eyes closed, and that was where I stayed until I was sure I wouldn’t chase after her. I then climbed the stairs to my office, where I used the same hand still sticky with Atlas’s juices and a wad of spit for extra lube to make myself come.
Afterward, I used a Kleenex to clean up the evidence and cracked open a new bottle of Hennessy.
Two glasses later, I checked my phone.
Savvy G: hey im here
Savvy G: im waiting for u big daddy
Savvy G: where r u
Savvy G: hello?
Ignoring Savannah’s attempts to reach me, I lit up a blunt and did some sleuthing to find Atlas’s Instagram. I didn’t have time for social media, but luckily, I’d made a profile years ago when the shop first opened to help promote it.
Now I guess it’s main use would be for stalking Atlas’s complicated ass.
Savannah kept messaging me, but I ignored every one. If my hesitation to hurt Atlas’s feelings wasn’t reason enough to leave her alone, I didn’t know what was.
Men, I realized, were easily pacified.
All it took was one half-assed apology, an offer of beer, and all was forgiven. Or, in Rowdy’s case, a Ziplock bag full of Grandaddy.
Women were way more cutthroat. When the beef was up, it was stuck, and it didn’t matter how petty. Until death do us part, bitches and cunts!
I pursed my lips as I watched the bloodthirsty vamp who had held a gun to Rowdy’s head, whose name I’d learned was Britain, approach Rowdy now as he lounged on the couch surrounded by his subjects—six or seven hoes wearing next to absolutely nothing and all hoping to be chosen.
I noticed the men all kept a safe distance from Rowdy and gravitated to the other Kings instead. Well, except for Golden, who was also surrounded by women hoping to fix him. I rolled my eyes.
The worst part was watching Rowdy flirt back. At the moment, he had his hand on the thigh of some woman draped all over him. I knew it was for my benefit. I knew he wanted me to see it and hate him with every fiber of my being. Well, it worked. Even from this distance, I could tell she was a ten, suspiciously resembling the Instagram model Savvy G.
I felt so stupid. After what I’d allowed Rowdy to do to me downstairs in the storage closet, I’d expected, I don’t know, respect? Friendship? Genuine interest that lasted more than five minutes before he decided to ignore me again? The whiplash was real.
Every muscle in my body was strung tight as I watched Rowdy notice Britain. His expression was unreadable, but I knew that keen mind was silently sharpening as he tracked Britain’s approach.
Ruen’s friend, who it had taken me no time at all to learn was in charge of this ragtag group, uttered something I couldn’t hear over the music. I sucked in a breath and inched closer in case I needed to intervene. Although, I didn’t know why I’d bother. After the way I’d turned my back on my father before he died and then my mother after he was gone, I didn’t know what I deserved anymore, but I knew one thing was for certain.
No onedeserved a selfish ass like Rowdy Wray.
I was halfway across the room, barreling down anyone in my path when Rowdy took me by surprise for the umpteenth time tonight.
He nodded to whatever Britain had said to him and then silently held out his hand to shake.
It seemed like a small gesture, but if one were fluent in the language of Rowdy Wray, one would know it was the highest level of respect he would ever bestow on another person.
