complaining about my family when you went through all that.”
“Don't worry about it. It was a long time ago. Let's move on.” I waved Hunter over. “More drinks, bartender!”
Natalie looked around the room. “Do you know where the bathroom is?”
I pointed to the back of the bar. She smiled and left with her purse. I downed my beer and thought the night was going pretty well. Just don't fuck it up, King.
“Mr. King, what a pleasure to see you here.” That voice was like nails on a chalkboard. I turned around to see the one face I hoped wouldn't be here tonight—my ex-girl Skylar. She was my only girlfriend that ended years ago but she was obsessed with me. A tattoo of my name was permanently marked across her chest. Skylar loved walking around thinking she was my property.
“Not now Skylar, not tonight,” I said through clenched teeth, the anger in my belly already rising.
She pouted those big red lips that I thought used to be so sexy. Skylar draped an arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. I tried to shove her away but she was persistent. She blew in my ear and whispered, “Take me home tonight, Breaker. I want you to fuck me until I scream.” Skylar grabbed my arm and placed it down her shirt.
I instantly pushed her away and then I saw her—Natalie was standing ten feet away. She saw the entire thing. Her head was slowly shaking side to side. I stood up to defend myself but she turned and ran off. I chased after her calling her name over and over again.
I caught up to her outside in the parking lot and grabbed her hand. “Don't go, Natalie,” I yelled.
She tossed my hand away. “I'm only gone for five minutes and you already found a whore to keep you warm for the night.”
“It wasn't like that, Natalie. Let me explain. She means nothing to me. Skylar is just an ex-girlfriend.”
Shit! Maybe I said too much.
“I knew it was a bad idea to go on a date with you.” I went for her hand again but she slapped me right across the face. “Don't touch me. I never want to see you again.” Her words hurt more than my stinging cheek.
Natalie rushed away and left me alone in the parking lot. I really fucked up this time. I went back into the bar with my head lowered. Hunter better keep the place open late because I'm going to need to drink for a long while.
Chapter Twelve
Natalie
I thought Breaker was different. But he was exactly like every other damn biker that I fixed up over the years. I couldn't believe I was so naive. How could I be so stupid? All men are the same—stupid boys that only think with their dicks.
I could barely see the sidewalk through my water-filled eyes as I tried to search for a ride home. It was late and they're weren't many cars on the road. It would be hard to find a taxi this late. My fingernails dug into my palms as I remembered that slut with her hands all over Breaker. I'd like to wring her neck out if I got the chance. The rage inside surprised me. How could I be so angry when I barely knew Breaker?
My hand still hurt from the slap I gave Breaker. Was that too harsh? I didn't usually let my emotions control me like that. But it felt so damn good giving him hell. I'd slap him again if I ever saw him again.
I didn't want to scare Winona but I couldn't walk all the way home. I reluctantly took out my cellphone and dialed her number.
It took Winona over an hour to finally find me which I was thankful for because it gave me time to gather myself. I was always the strong and collected sister. I didn't want her to see me all broken down.
The first half of the drive was all silence. She knew my date had gone horribly wrong but she was too polite to ask about it.
“I'm sorry you had to drive all the way out here,” I said, finally breaking the emptiness.
“You kidding me? Gone with the Wind is a super long movie and I was on my fourth viewing. There's only so many times a girl can
“Don't worry about it. It was a long time ago. Let's move on.” I waved Hunter over. “More drinks, bartender!”
Natalie looked around the room. “Do you know where the bathroom is?”
I pointed to the back of the bar. She smiled and left with her purse. I downed my beer and thought the night was going pretty well. Just don't fuck it up, King.
“Mr. King, what a pleasure to see you here.” That voice was like nails on a chalkboard. I turned around to see the one face I hoped wouldn't be here tonight—my ex-girl Skylar. She was my only girlfriend that ended years ago but she was obsessed with me. A tattoo of my name was permanently marked across her chest. Skylar loved walking around thinking she was my property.
“Not now Skylar, not tonight,” I said through clenched teeth, the anger in my belly already rising.
She pouted those big red lips that I thought used to be so sexy. Skylar draped an arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. I tried to shove her away but she was persistent. She blew in my ear and whispered, “Take me home tonight, Breaker. I want you to fuck me until I scream.” Skylar grabbed my arm and placed it down her shirt.
I instantly pushed her away and then I saw her—Natalie was standing ten feet away. She saw the entire thing. Her head was slowly shaking side to side. I stood up to defend myself but she turned and ran off. I chased after her calling her name over and over again.
I caught up to her outside in the parking lot and grabbed her hand. “Don't go, Natalie,” I yelled.
She tossed my hand away. “I'm only gone for five minutes and you already found a whore to keep you warm for the night.”
“It wasn't like that, Natalie. Let me explain. She means nothing to me. Skylar is just an ex-girlfriend.”
Shit! Maybe I said too much.
“I knew it was a bad idea to go on a date with you.” I went for her hand again but she slapped me right across the face. “Don't touch me. I never want to see you again.” Her words hurt more than my stinging cheek.
Natalie rushed away and left me alone in the parking lot. I really fucked up this time. I went back into the bar with my head lowered. Hunter better keep the place open late because I'm going to need to drink for a long while.
Chapter Twelve
Natalie
I thought Breaker was different. But he was exactly like every other damn biker that I fixed up over the years. I couldn't believe I was so naive. How could I be so stupid? All men are the same—stupid boys that only think with their dicks.
I could barely see the sidewalk through my water-filled eyes as I tried to search for a ride home. It was late and they're weren't many cars on the road. It would be hard to find a taxi this late. My fingernails dug into my palms as I remembered that slut with her hands all over Breaker. I'd like to wring her neck out if I got the chance. The rage inside surprised me. How could I be so angry when I barely knew Breaker?
My hand still hurt from the slap I gave Breaker. Was that too harsh? I didn't usually let my emotions control me like that. But it felt so damn good giving him hell. I'd slap him again if I ever saw him again.
I didn't want to scare Winona but I couldn't walk all the way home. I reluctantly took out my cellphone and dialed her number.
It took Winona over an hour to finally find me which I was thankful for because it gave me time to gather myself. I was always the strong and collected sister. I didn't want her to see me all broken down.
The first half of the drive was all silence. She knew my date had gone horribly wrong but she was too polite to ask about it.
“I'm sorry you had to drive all the way out here,” I said, finally breaking the emptiness.
“You kidding me? Gone with the Wind is a super long movie and I was on my fourth viewing. There's only so many times a girl can
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