pain makes its way through my body.
I knew Round was going to break my heart, always knew it would happen one day. I just didn’t realize it would be this hard. I didn’t know anything could hurt this bad. It’s pure fucking agony, as if my heart is being ripped from my chest.
The sound of his motorcycle reaches my ears, bringing me out of my thoughts. I quickly wipe my eyes and jump out of the car. There’s no way I’m gonna let him know how much he hurt me. No, I’m gonna be my normal happy self. Smile and pretend that nothing is different. When he thinks everything is all right, I’m gonna get the fuck out of this town.
I make it to the front door, just as Round cuts off his bike. He’s off of it and calling my name before I can get it opened. I ignore him, walk inside, and head toward the kitchen. I’ve nearly made it through the living room, when he walks in. He grabs me by the arm before I can step into the kitchen.
He turns me toward him before saying, “I didn’t mean for you to hear that shit. You know how brothers talk at the club. It’s just bullshit, means nothing.”
I nod my head, doing my best to avoid his penetrating stare. “I know, Round.”
With that, I pull away from him and continue on to the kitchen. My hand has just reached the fridge handle, when Round reaches out and grabs me. He pulls my back flush with his chest and places a kiss against my temple.
He continues placing light kisses against my temple as he says, “If you would just listen, you wouldn’t be so pissed off at me. I can fix this shit if you’ll just give me a damn chance to explain what I meant.”
I don’t want to let him explain. I don’t think he can fix it no matter what he says. “Please, just let me go.”
“Talk to me, baby,” he whispers, pulling me impossibly closer to him. “Or we could forget the talking and do what we do best.”
When I feel his hard cock rubbing against my ass, I have to bite my tongue to keep from telling him to fuck off. The bastard wants to have sex right now? Hell no. I just want him to leave me alone. He needs to leave me the hell alone and let me cry in peace. I also need some time to try to figure out what the hell to do next. There’s no way I can continue to live with a man who thinks of me as nothing more than a whore.
My temper finally gets the best of me as I twist out of his hold. “I don’t want an explanation. Don’t want to hear a damn thing you have to say. I’ve heard enough from your fucking mouth to last a lifetime.”
“Watch your mouth, woman,” he growls out, fisting his hands by his side.
I ignore his order and shout, “Just stay away from me and leave me the hell alone. Go on back to the club and find another whore to take care of your dick.”
I turn away from him and stomp into the bedroom, trying my best to keep from crying with each step I take. I can do it, because there’s nothing I would hate worse than letting him see how his words have affected me. He needs to see the cold club whore he thinks I am, so that’s what I’m going to show him.
“You know I’m not gonna stay away, and I’m not gonna leave you alone. Not until you listen to what I have to say,” he says, as he follows me into the bedroom.
Again, my temper flares as I turn to look at him, standing just inside the room. “Fine, say what you’ve got to say.”
His eyes meet mine, and he says, “First of all, don’t ever tell me to go to the club and get my dick taken care of by someone else. You’re the only one who takes care of that, and we both know it.”
He takes a couple of steps toward me before continuing, “I shouldn’t have said that shit earlier. None of it was true. You know I don’t think of you like that.”
His softly spoken words make me hesitate for just a second. I know Round is a good man. Hell, I’ve known that since long before I was in his bed. That’s probably