Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“What should I do about my car?” Petal asked.
“I’ll deal with it. Don’t worry. I’ve already called the guys, and they’re coming to look at it.”
“I cannot believe someone slashed my tires.” She shook her head. “I think what is pissing me off is that I paid good money for those tires.”
At her last service, her tires had pretty much been condemned as the tread was wearing thin. She had no choice but to have them changed. With the money her parents were giving her back, she was able to handle several bills, including her car. Now, that was a bill she would have to pay for again. If she ever met the person responsible for taking out her tires, she was going to fucking kill them. No doubt about it. She hated wasting money. When you grew up with money being scarce, you didn’t risk losing it.
Moving toward Dirty’s bike, she had all those old feelings coming back. The last bike she rode on was Myth’s. Even with Dirty asking her not to go on the back of anyone else’s bike, she went on Myth’s. He had no right to tell her who she could be with.
“I haven’t got a helmet,” Dirty said.
“That’s fine. I don’t need to wear a helmet.”
“I’ll go slow.”
“You don’t have to.”
She remembered her time with Myth, and when he sped up, it felt so good, so freeing.
Dirty climbed onto his bike, and that was when Petal realized she was going to have to hold onto Dirty. Wow, she was being pushed outside of her comfort zone.
Remember, you hate him.
She was going to have to hold onto him. It was either hold onto Dirty or wait for someone else to come and take her home. Myth hadn’t said there was anyone else. She was all alone right now.
She took a deep breath and climbed onto the back of the bike. Rather than hold back, she wrapped her arms around him, inhaling his musky scent combined with the leather and smell of the bike fumes.
“Are you ready?”
The truth was, she wasn’t ready. She didn’t know if she was ever going to be ready, but she gave him the shout that she was. He took off, riding out of the parking lot. As they were leaving, she saw a couple of bikes approaching, and she saw them flash their headlights at Dirty. She figured that was the club coming to look at her car.
Dirty didn’t stick around, rode her out of the diner, and took her straight toward her home.
The streets were all but dead and it was still warm out, although the sun had set a short time ago. This is what she loved about leading into summer.
The ride to her place didn’t take long, and Dirty didn’t ride too fast or too slow. They arrived at her place, and he turned off the ignition.
Petal climbed off the bike, still feeling the vibrations between her thighs.
“Thanks,” she said.
She made her way up to her house and then she heard it.
“I’m sorry,” Dirty said.
This made her stop, and she turned to look at him.
Dirty climbed off the bike and made his way toward her. Petal didn’t move. She wasn’t afraid of Dirty, she never had been. He had the power to hurt her, but not to kill her.
“What?”
“I never said I was sorry and meant it,” Dirty said. “I … I don’t know what came over me. One moment we were doing good. The next, you told me you were pregnant, and I panicked. It makes no sense, because that would have meant you were mine.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do.”
“I fucked up. I hurt your feelings, and I know there is no way back from that, but I want you to know I’m not going to stop trying.”
“Dirty?”
“Tell me you don’t love me,” Dirty said. “Tell me you can’t stand to look at me, that you want nothing to do with me. Tell me I am wasting my time, and it would be best for me to just move on. Can you imagine me with another woman?”
Petal frowned. “What the hell is this? You want to apologize and now what? Humiliate me?”
“Fuck!” He ran a hand down his face. “I’m not good at this. I can’t stand you being with other men. I don’t want to think of another man knowing your pretty smile, or looking into your eyes and knowing you’re one hell of an amazing woman.”
“I have no idea what you’re trying to say,” she said.
“It means I love you. I want a chance with you, and not in secret and not for any club reason. I want to be able to take you out on a date.”
Petal couldn’t believe she was hearing this.
“I know it is going to take time. This is not an easy fix, but I also know we can make this work.” Dirty reached out and stroked her cheek.