Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,155
last night but got back today, congratulating me and hanging out with me in my room for an hour getting the lowdown on all that she’d missed. While devouring our big nachos platter, I saw two redheads at the bar, one of them giving me stink-eye. The other one? Juicy.
“Why is Paige glaring at you like that?” Ella asked at the exact moment I noticed.
“You mean the one with Juicy?” I asked.
Juicy was whispering to a redhead beside her and that redhead looked at me like she thought I was scum.
“That’s Paige Simpson. And who calls themselves Juicy? Yick,” said Jenna.
Paige Simpson. Oh. Her.
Paige was definitely glaring at me and I needed to know what this was about, so I was on the move, heading to her. The closer I got, the more I saw the sneer on her face. She was ready for a showdown, that much was evident by the fact that her stink-eye intensified even though I was walking directly to her.
Suddenly, Nolan, our prospect/babysitter, was at my back. “Jojo.”
“Is there a reason you’re shooting evil eyes at me?” I asked her, ignoring him.
She looked at my left hand.
“He married you.”
I frowned.
“That’s pretty fucking far to go in an effort to stick it to the Doms,” she slurred. “Even for him…”
She was drunk. Great. Not.
“Do you know how far I’ve stuck my neck out for that prick?” She pointed at me with a long, red talon of a nail. “The things I’ve done, told him, I could get dead for it and he fucking marries Deke Valentine’s daughter?”
“Whoa. Back up, Paige. What are you on about?” This was Ella, standing beside me.
Paige downed her drink and waved at Little John, the bartender.
“I thought he was mine,” she told me. “I thought he and I were gonna be together when this was all over. Either he lied to me or he’s lyin’ to you. But you’re the one with the diamonds on your finger. He’s in bed with Miss Fucking August at night and I’m waitin’ by the phone. Guess the fuckin’ joke is on me.”
I shot a look at Juicy and frowned. Juicy looked at me with alarm.
“Bartender?” Paige called out.
He gave her a dark look. “You can get your drinks elsewhere, girl.”
“If he’s supposed to be with you, why was she sucking his dick a few weeks ago?” I asked.
Paige glared at her friend. “You what?”
“Eww,” I heard Ella say, under her breath.
The girl’s face dropped as she tried to do some fast-talking. “I was doin’ it for Sarge. He wanted information about the layout up there, whose room was whose. Where the Dom Prez and VP slept. You said you couldn’t get up there, so…”
My heart tripped over itself while Paige looked like she wanted to murder Juicy.
Nolan was still behind me, but I heard him talking on the phone. I didn’t register the conversation, more focused on what was in front of me.
“This is bullshit. He was supposed to be mine,” Paige snarled at me. “I’ve loved him since I was sixteen. And he fucking strings me along and marries you? And you Juice? You sucked his dick? You’re supposed to be my friend!”
“Paige…” Juicy tried, reaching for Paige’s hand. Paige yanked it away and then her angry eyes shot to me.
“You’re married to a guy that got his dick sucked by her and made promises to me? I feel sorry for you.”
Juicy looked contrite. “I was doin’ as I was ordered. You know how Sarge gets.”
“When did you last speak to him?” I asked Paige. “To my husband, I mean.”
Paige’s eyes shot to me. “Husband.” She scoffed. “I texted that asshole biker this morning and had a conversation with him, shared some pretty important info. He didn’t say anything about being married. I heard about that when I got here an hour ago.”
“When were you last with him?” I asked, hoarsely.
She shook her head snidely. “Oh… isn’t this interesting? If I answer and say it was last week, does that destroy your marriage or make you face facts that you’re not special just cuz you’re the Dom princess and the calendar model. Awe, babe… just another sorry asshole biker’s old lady who has to put up with the bullshit of knowing he fucks around? Poor girl.”
“If it was last week,” I said in a small voice, “you had sex with some other asshole biker because me and my biker were on our honeymoon.”