Ryker is standing outside the bar with two of his friends.
He’s not at all happy to see me with Nash. And the two of them don’t even know each other.
“Nice of you to show back up.” These are the first words out of Ryker’s mouth when Nash helps me off the back of his bike. “You know, I called you about ten times.”
I smooth my hair down and make sure my skirt is where it should be and look at Ryker. And usually if I am put in the situation where I have to defend myself I just shut down. But the way Ryker is staring me down makes me angry.
“I got knocked off of the bar and couldn’t find you,” I tell him. Because I am hoping that he will pull back on the aggressive asshole behaviour he has going on.
“I was in the bar at the vip,” he tells me, like it’s something I should have already assumed. “What are you doing riding around on a bike in the middle of the night, Sav?” He is now staring Nash down. And Nash is behind me so I have no idea what kind of expression he has on his face. But I am willing to bet it’s not a smile.
Obviously Ryker doesn’t care about my feelings otherwise he wouldn’t be standing there berating me like I am some little girl who needs guidance. “Why does it matter? Why didn’t you come find me if you were so worried about where I was in the bar?”
He gives me that shitty grin he gives when he is frustrated with me and shakes his head, looking at his friends who just stand there taking in the show. I don’t know what Nash is doing because I still haven’t looked at him.
“Obviously I did, I called you like twenty times.” He looks past me to Nash. “She came here with me. So if you have any ideas about taking her home, it’s not going to happen.”
Now I am looking at Nash because I feel completely humiliated. I want to shout at Ryker that my vagina and or other parts of my body are none of his business and that if I want to share them with anyone I am free to do so. Instead, I just stifle the urge to punch him right in his smug face.
But Nash doesn’t hold back his feelings. “She told me she didn’t have a boyfriend.” He lifts his chin, narrowing his gaze on Ryker.
Everyone looks at me. And I cross my arms. “That’s because I don’t. But I do have a friend, that acts more like an asshole most days.” I roll my eyes in Ryker’s direction and he snags me by the arm and pulls me away from Nash and the two of his friends standing there.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice the emblem on that bike you rode in on.” His fingers are digging into my skin to the point of pain. “Why can’t you just let things go?”
Nash doesn’t take his eyes off of me. And I appreciate it. I force a small smile to prove that I am okay. “Because I don’t want to let things go, so deal with it. Just like Jackson deals with it.”
He lets go of my arm and shakes his head. He’s a bit wasted, and I know this is the reason he is being even more of an ass than usual. The ride with Nash has sobered me up and I feel fine—so I think. I’m not really great at judging when it comes to alcohol consumption.
“Let’s go,” Ryker tells me. “I’m ready to get out of here. And my friend said he would drive us back to my hotel.” He starts walking, like I am just going to follow him back to his place.
I’m not going back to Ryker’s hotel to sleep with him. And after the way he just talked to me I don’t want anything to do with his penis, mouth or hands. I want to kick and punch all three of them.
Nash raises an eyebrow. “I think your ride is leaving.”
I shrug. “I’ll call a cab.”
“Savy!”
I stalk toward Ryker and push him. “Quit ordering me around. If I wanted to come with you I would. I’m staying here.”
“And how are you getting home?” He shakes his head, finding my resistance ridiculous.
Nash steps up. “I can drop her off.”
This is not what I expected to hear but I’m sort of glad he has my back.
“That’s just
He’s not at all happy to see me with Nash. And the two of them don’t even know each other.
“Nice of you to show back up.” These are the first words out of Ryker’s mouth when Nash helps me off the back of his bike. “You know, I called you about ten times.”
I smooth my hair down and make sure my skirt is where it should be and look at Ryker. And usually if I am put in the situation where I have to defend myself I just shut down. But the way Ryker is staring me down makes me angry.
“I got knocked off of the bar and couldn’t find you,” I tell him. Because I am hoping that he will pull back on the aggressive asshole behaviour he has going on.
“I was in the bar at the vip,” he tells me, like it’s something I should have already assumed. “What are you doing riding around on a bike in the middle of the night, Sav?” He is now staring Nash down. And Nash is behind me so I have no idea what kind of expression he has on his face. But I am willing to bet it’s not a smile.
Obviously Ryker doesn’t care about my feelings otherwise he wouldn’t be standing there berating me like I am some little girl who needs guidance. “Why does it matter? Why didn’t you come find me if you were so worried about where I was in the bar?”
He gives me that shitty grin he gives when he is frustrated with me and shakes his head, looking at his friends who just stand there taking in the show. I don’t know what Nash is doing because I still haven’t looked at him.
“Obviously I did, I called you like twenty times.” He looks past me to Nash. “She came here with me. So if you have any ideas about taking her home, it’s not going to happen.”
Now I am looking at Nash because I feel completely humiliated. I want to shout at Ryker that my vagina and or other parts of my body are none of his business and that if I want to share them with anyone I am free to do so. Instead, I just stifle the urge to punch him right in his smug face.
But Nash doesn’t hold back his feelings. “She told me she didn’t have a boyfriend.” He lifts his chin, narrowing his gaze on Ryker.
Everyone looks at me. And I cross my arms. “That’s because I don’t. But I do have a friend, that acts more like an asshole most days.” I roll my eyes in Ryker’s direction and he snags me by the arm and pulls me away from Nash and the two of his friends standing there.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice the emblem on that bike you rode in on.” His fingers are digging into my skin to the point of pain. “Why can’t you just let things go?”
Nash doesn’t take his eyes off of me. And I appreciate it. I force a small smile to prove that I am okay. “Because I don’t want to let things go, so deal with it. Just like Jackson deals with it.”
He lets go of my arm and shakes his head. He’s a bit wasted, and I know this is the reason he is being even more of an ass than usual. The ride with Nash has sobered me up and I feel fine—so I think. I’m not really great at judging when it comes to alcohol consumption.
“Let’s go,” Ryker tells me. “I’m ready to get out of here. And my friend said he would drive us back to my hotel.” He starts walking, like I am just going to follow him back to his place.
I’m not going back to Ryker’s hotel to sleep with him. And after the way he just talked to me I don’t want anything to do with his penis, mouth or hands. I want to kick and punch all three of them.
Nash raises an eyebrow. “I think your ride is leaving.”
I shrug. “I’ll call a cab.”
“Savy!”
I stalk toward Ryker and push him. “Quit ordering me around. If I wanted to come with you I would. I’m staying here.”
“And how are you getting home?” He shakes his head, finding my resistance ridiculous.
Nash steps up. “I can drop her off.”
This is not what I expected to hear but I’m sort of glad he has my back.
“That’s just
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