25. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Jokester
I lick my bottom lip as I tour the small, girlie room that is supposed to be mine in a month, and I try my fucking hardest not to feel uncomfortable. I eye the counters and the plain walls and try and vision myself in this room, but I fucking can’t, and it is pissing me off.
It doesn’t feel right here. Walking into the front door and seeing everything all…. girly, too girly, not having a man I see as an uncle to welcome me with a coffee—it feels off, wrong even, and I know it isn’t just because my girl is still not home and has gone radio silent again.
This just isn’t right, it isn’t home to me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Where is Essy when you fucking need her?
She messaged me last night, which was a fucking relief, but since then, I haven’t heard anything, though Adam said she’ll be back soon and is just soaking up some much-needed Aiden time before his fourth birthday next week, which is also her mother’s death anniversary.
“I have never been jealous of a small child before,” I mutter to myself as I open the cabinets in the room to check the space available for all my shit, silently cursing because they are full of cleaning products and, fuck me, tampons and condoms.
I sigh and shut the too small cabinets loudly, mumbling, “Pretty sure that is shit you’d remove before a prospective employee comes in,” before looking around the room again feeling uncertainty then I eye the light pink tattoo chair.
“Damian, p-please, please,” Essy stutters as I torture her with slow circles against her swollen clit with my thumb, and I grin, keeping my thrusts hard but slow, causing her to slam her head against my tattoo chair in frustration as her nails dig into my back which I relish and ask, “Please what, angel?”
She knows what I want.
I want her to beg, to plead with me to make her come.
The little minx decided to hold off my orgasm in the shower last night while she sucked me off, so payback is a bitch, payback she didn’t expect because I fucked her senseless last night.
“Damian,” she growls when I gently flick my finger over her clit as I pull out. Chuckling, I slam forward hard, making her gasp, and I caress her lips.
“You know what I want, baby,” I whisper against her lips, and she playfully narrows her eyes and then says, “I’m sorry, okay now please make me come before I hurt you!”
I chuckle and reply, “Whatever my angel wants,” then slam my lips against hers, my tongue pushing through her lips and tangling with hers as I press down hard on her clit, rubbing tight circles making her walls tighten around my cock while I slam in and out of her making me groan at how fucking amazing her pussy feels around me.
I wrinkle my nose. I can’t see myself fucking my girl on that chair. If anything, it makes me want to cringe, though it doesn’t stop my dick from perking up at the thought of taking my girl on my chair back at Black Angels. I’m supposed to be clearing my things out of tomorrow.
Fuck….
“So what do you think?” Robyn asks as she walks into the room, and I clear my throat, hoping my hard-on won’t be noticeable.
Five days without my girl, and it is fucking showing and I don’t need this woman thinking he’s perking up for her.
“It’s good, I like it,” I lie.
I need to leave the Black Angels’ shop, get on my own without the club continuously trying to convince me to return home and get used to it here. One way or another even if everything within this place makes my cringe.
Robyn grins, her dark purple lipstick making her look a little manic and she says, “That is good to know, and just so you are aware, there is no fraternizing policy.”
I raise a brow at her because she knows that I have a girl. She’s met my girl, so why in the fuck is she bringing up that there is no fraternization policy to the taken employee on her team?
I blink as Essy’s words after we left last time hit me.
“She wants you,” Essy says as we walk into the bakery, and I snort, but she shakes her head, spins towards me and snaps, “I’m not joking, Damian. She wants you, and I’m telling you now, if she touches you, I will snap. I already have to deal with your clients hitting on you daily, and I’m not talking about the odd flirt. I’m talking about them actually throwing themselves at you as well as knowing you screwed half the women at your dad's club. I won’t deal with this as well,” she points at me and threatens, “You better set boundaries Damian because if this was the other way around, you’d be killing someone.”
That said, she stomps around the counter, and I grin as I watch her ass in her tight jeans sway, not taking her words to heart.
Fuck’s sake I really should have taken them to heart.
I thought maybe she was seeing things, and yes, I’ll admit to being that prick that blamed her hormones. She’s now eight weeks pregnant, so at the time, she would have been roughly six, and her emotions were all over the place, her head messed up over what to do about the baby, and still are, to be honest, but the fact of the matter is, I thought it was all in her head, but clearly I was wrong.
I guess I should have just listened to her because I didn’t set boundaries when Robyn called three times to discuss my talent and my experience.
I’m an idiot.
“Well, it’s a good thing that I’m a taken man, then, isn’t it? So that kind of policy wouldn’t matter to me even if it was in place or not,” I reply to her and look around the room again, but not without missing the scowl my soon-to-be boss has on her face and I swallow my groan.
Okay, this is making me want to run even further.
I have had enough of clients hitting on me, I don’t need my boss to be putting me in those kinds of situations, especially when she could fire me or, worse, claim sexual harassment.
I turn back to Robyn who has a face like thunder, and I tilt my head.
“This is going to be a problem, isn’t it?” I ask, causing her head to spring up as we lock eyes and I try not to flinch.
Her dark purple contacts are kind of out of place. You can see a hint of hazel underneath them, which makes her look unstable.
She brings her pointed finger to her lip and gently bites her fake purple nail, acting innocent, and I sigh. This woman likes purple, which, along with her apparently wanting to fuck me, is another strike.
Her clothes are shades of purple, as are her nails, eyes, and even her hair, which is shaved on the left and long on the right.
“Damian, I don’t know what you are talking about,” she says, and I cross my arms over my chest to hide yet another flinch wanting to release with her using my legal name.
Fuck, I haven’t had that reaction since Bethany kept trying to call me my legal name in high school. Shit, she’s another Bethany, isn’t she?
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re going to try and sleep with me, then use my job as an excuse if I don’t do as you say or claim sexual harassment, aren’t you?” I call her out, and she tries to hide her smile.
Call me scarred from what someone I saw as an uncle and my own father did, but she’s giving me those vibes, and I’m not stupid enough to put myself in that kind of situation. I wouldn’t do that to my girl.
I could walk out, leaving me jobless and as much as Essy says she’s not sure about the pregnancy, I know she’ll go through with it, and without the money from the club for being a brother, I need to keep a job.
Robyn bites her bottom lip, and I sigh, shaking my head and mutter, “Yeah, fuck this shit,” and walk past her out of the room.
“Damian…,” I hear her call with panic, but I ignore her and walk into reception. The receptionist, Ashley, winces, seeing my face like thunder, but I ignore her and storm out of the tattoo shop, only to pause at the sight before me.
“Ah, come on,” I groan. I can’t catch a fucking break.
Bullet smirks from where he’s sat on his bike next to mine while the whole fucking brotherhood surrounds it.
“Damian—" Robyn’s words cut off and I know it is because she has seen the cuts.
Fuck my life.
“Having a bad day?” Bullet asks innocently.
I snort, “Now why would I be having a bad day, brother,” he grins as brother slips out, but his grin disappears as I say, “It’s not like my girl left without a word because Bethany threw her over the edge. The same Bethany that has done nothing but cause me shit for years or that I know I can’t work here because the woman who was going to be my boss was going to dangle my job over my head if I didn’t fuck her.”
I hear Robyn suck in a breath, and I sigh and walk over to my bike but pause, seeing my old cut on the seat before I can climb on.
Okay, this day fucking sucks.
Shaking my head, I grab the leather instantly hating how right it suddenly feels in my hands, which is a weird feeling considering it has felt nothing but wrong for years. I know I’m slowly forgiving, that I’m slowly wanting to be back within the brotherhood, but I won’t go there. I won’t put my girl at risk.
I don’t have trust for the brothers and that is enough to keep me away.
Huffing, I place my old cut on Bullet’s bike, and he growls, but I ignore him and climb on my own as Robyn gasps, “You’re a brother,” and I look her way to see her basically bouncing on the balls of her feet, lust shining in her freaky eyes.
Fuck me, even worse, she’s a patch chaser.
“No, I’m not,” I admit, and all the brothers growl behind me and I turn my head, raising a brow at them but none change their scowls they’re currently sending my way. I shake my head before looking back at Robyn and say, “I won’t be working here. "
Her mouth parts in shock and I start my bike up and rev it. I spin out of my spot, going onto the pavement to get out before going onto the road.
I’m meeting up with Cody and Adam, and hopefully, they have some kind of information about when my girl will be returning home. She won’t call me and let me hear her voice, knowing she’ll want to be back with me in my arms and I know that is probably why she hasn’t messaged me again but I swear after she returns, I will never let her out of my sight again.
Maybe I should just handcuff her to the bed, preferably naked...