Chapter 65
CHAPTER
SIXTY-FIVE
JULIETTE
I don’t know what I’m expecting to happen, but it isn’t to see that woman—who was trying to twist my mind all up like a pretzel—standing next to the front door of the clubhouse with a suitcase next to her feet when I pull up to clean.
I’ve just dropped Cade off at school, and now I’m starting my workday. I love cleaning the clubhouse and the strip club. I didn’t think cleaning would be something I would find meaningful or enjoy. But I do. It’s something I can see the progress of throughout the day. It’s extremely satisfying.
I can walk into the clubhouse or the strip club, and they’re both completely gross when I arrive.
But it gives me a full day’s worth of work, and when I leave, you could almost eat off the floor.
I mean, I wouldn’t ever do that, because—ew—but you might be able to use the five-second rule if you dropped something.
But sitting in my car, staring at Rocky and her bag, I don’t move. I’m afraid to, actually. Her attention is completely focused on me, and judging by the stank face she’s wearing, she’s not going to just let me walk past her without some sort of confrontation.
A knock on my window causes me to jump and let out a little scream. Turning my head, I look up to see that Alex is standing there, staring down at me. Reaching for the window button, I press it and watch the glass slide down.
“Looks like the bitch got her walking orders,” he states.
“What happened?”
He shrugs a shoulder. “Probably gonna have to ask your man, but my guess would be that she got kicked the fuck out for being a cunt one too many times. For whatever reason, she thought she was the queen bee, and she is not.”
I don’t respond to that. I don’t think I need to because I have no clue. I didn’t even know she existed until she approached me the other day. All I know is that I did not like what she insinuated or what she was saying to me. Past that, I haven’t thought about her since then.
“Come on, we have work to do, and if we’re going to get this done before you have to pick up Cade from school, we need to get started. She won’t say shit to you.”
Unfolding from the front seat of the car, I walk around the back and unload all my cleaning supplies. Thankfully, Alex waits for me and walks with me. I hold my breath as we walk past her.
She doesn’t speak, but I can feel her heated, angry gaze on me with each step.
I stop and turn to face her for just a moment, but she pretends like I don’t exist. Shaking my head once, I move into the bar, and I don’t let out the breath I’m holding until I am safely inside the building and the door is closed behind me.
Only then do I let it out with a whoosh.
Lifting my hand to my chest, I close my eyes slowly before I reopen them.
“You good?” Alex asks.
I start to answer him when my throat goes dry, and that’s because Slade walks out of the conference room. Alex chuckles before he murmurs something under his breath, but it’s just loud enough that only I can hear him.
“Yeah, you’re good. I’ll get started. You come see me after he dicks you down.”
My mind shifts from Rocky at the entrance to him. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I can’t take my eyes off him. My heart slams against my chest just at the sight of him. I am so damn good. Just the sight of him takes away anything that isn’t… good.
Placing my cleaning things down, I don’t respond to Alex’s words, mainly because I want to be just that, dicked down… and sooner rather than later. My feet begin to move toward him and don’t stop until I’m close enough to smell him, to kiss him, to touch him.
“I’m sure you saw her outside.”
“Do you want to tell me why?” I ask.
He hums, then shakes his head once. “It wasn’t just you she was trying to intimidate. I didn’t kick her out on her ass.”
“What happened?”
He curls his arm around my waist, and then, before I realize what’s happening, I’m pulled into the room, the door is slammed, and my ass is planted on the edge of the conference table.
I place my palms on his chest, tipping my head back so I can look up into his eyes. His gaze is focused on mine, connected, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from his even if I wanted to.
“Slade,” I exhale, which causes his lips to twitch.
He shifts his face closer to mine, and I feel his nose slide along mine before his mouth touches my own. I suck in a breath, holding it for a moment in anticipation of his kiss. But he doesn’t kiss me, at least not immediately. Instead, he speaks.
“She thought she could do the same thing to Dare’s old lady that she tried to do to you. Didn’t work out in her favor at all. Now she’s waiting for her ride, and she’s been told to never come back.”
“Dare banned her?” I ask, my lips moving against his. I almost lose track of the conversation because I freaking love the way his mouth feels anywhere on my body. Any-fucking-where.
“Dare banned her,” he murmurs. “Old ladies are protected within these walls and outside of them. Nobody talks down to them, and clubwhores are supposed to respect them always. She’s not even supposed to talk to you, let alone Dare’s wife. He’s the president.”
Sliding my hands down his chest, I grip the hem of his shirt, then slip my fingers beneath it.
I think about Dare and his wife. I haven’t met her yet, but the fact that he kicked Rocky out over something she said to her makes me want to know exactly who this woman is.
I want to give her a hug, because no way in hell would that bitch be gone if it weren’t for her.
Gently, I scratch the muscles on his lower belly, my breathing growing faster and harder with each passing second. I open my mouth to ask him something, though I’m not sure what exactly. Thankfully, I don’t have to. He slips his tongue inside me, tasting me, and then it’s done.
Control snapped.
Clothes are flying, and then my ass is tugged to the edge of the desk, and he’s inside me.
Yum.
This is something I never knew I wanted—to be completely obsessed with a man and have him feel the same, but in the best ways.
“I love you, Slade.”
He smiles against my mouth. “Honey, I love you more than you could ever know.”
Talking is over now, though. His mouth slams against mine, his tongue slips inside, and all thoughts vanish. Except one—I’ve never felt more loved, cherished, and appreciated than I have with Slade.
I’m holding on with both hands, and I will never let go.
Not ever.
Not in a million damn years.