Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
And just a minute ago, I’d almost been one of those dumbasses. The only reason he hadn’t swung first and talked later was because I was a member of his club.
I pushed open the door to the room I usually stayed in when I had to come to the mother charter. On the desk, there were three liquor bottles and a single glass, and laying on the bed were three women, all of them slim and fit with big tits and curvy asses.
I kicked the door shut behind me and began stripping off my clothes, only two things on my mind: getting drunk and fucking Sophia out of my goddamn system.
Because she’d fucked me up in irreparable ways.
“Alright, brother, that’s enough,” Johnston said, bursting into my room. I groaned and slowly opened my eyes. A warm mouth was wrapped around my cock, and I was so fucking out of it, I hadn’t even noticed. I pushed her off of me before sitting up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“What time is it?” I muttered. I was hungover as fuck.
“Fucking two in the afternoon on Friday,” Johnston snapped at me.
“Fuck,” I grunted. I’d been out of it for two goddamn days.
“You three—out,” Johnston ordered, pointing to the door. The girls quickly scrambled off my bed, rushing out of the room, their clothes clutched in their hands. Johnston slammed the door shut, and I winced, hissing a breath through my teeth. My fucking temples were pounding, and I was pretty sure I was going to vomit at any second now.
“Off the fucking bed, Chase,” Johnston ordered. I immediately began sliding to the edge of the mattress, swallowing vomit as I went. “You’re getting a shower, getting dressed, eating a fucking meal my wife has busted her ass to make for you, and then you’re helping me work on her car. Clear?”
“Crystal,” I grunted, pushing away from the bed. I stumbled, and Johnston watched as I gripped the bed frame. “What—going to let me hit the floor if I start falling?” I muttered, in a foul fucking mood.
“Yeah, I will. You’re the goddamn VP of my Texas charter, Chase. This shit is inexcusable. A few hours of binge drinking and some pussy, I excused. Let it go. You fucking needed it. But two fucking days, Chase? Uncalled for.”
I sighed, keeping my mouth shut. He was right. As the VP, I had an image to maintain, and this club came first. Always. I’d lost sight of that. “Give me ten minutes.”
“You have five,” Johnston told me before stepping out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him. I glared at it. No doubt, he’d done that shit on fucking purpose.
Asshole.
“You look like shit,” Aaliyah said as she set a plate in front of me. It was piled high with mashed potatoes, corn-on-the-cob, and a fried pork chop. “Eat that. Might put some color back in your cheeks.”
“I might throw it up,” I confessed.
She patted my cheek with a patronizing smile on her face. “Then I’ll just shove more food down your throat, Chase. Don’t waste my hard work like that.”
Jesus Christ, she and Johnston were a match made in fucking Heaven.
I grunted and began to eat, forcing myself to hold it down somehow. Johnston was watching with a keen eye.
“How do you put up with her?” I asked him.
Johnston barked out a laugh. “I’ve got the ability to fuck her into submission.”
Aaliyah flipped him off, and surprisingly, it made me laugh. Johnston just winked at her. “Hurry up and finish that, Chase. We’re burning daylight. Her car isn’t going to fix itself.”
I didn’t bother asking why he didn’t get one of the other guys to help him. It was obvious he was forcing me to help to get me sobered up and out of that bedroom. Wasn’t like it had helped any. Sophia was still pumping through my bloodstream, and with every moment I sobered up, her blood on my hands just kept getting clearer and clearer. Those tears and those fucking sobs would never leave my goddamn mind. They echoed inside my skull on constant replay.
Once I was done eating, I took my plate into the kitchen and washed it up before drying it and putting it where it belonged. Then, I dropped a kiss to Aaliyah’s cheek. “Thank you,” I murmured.
A sad smile tilted her lips as she looked up at me. “Johnston told me what he knows,” she quietly informed me. I clenched my jaw, looking away from her and focusing on a spot somewhere above her head. “Jessica told me she keeps trying to reach out to you. Maybe you two should talk.”
Had she? I hadn’t even bothered to look at my phone yet. If someone needed to get me a message, they knew how to contact Johnston.
I shook my head and stepped away from her. “She used me, and then it probably didn’t even help anything anyway, Aaliyah.” I shoved my hands through my hair. “She was crying and fucking sobbing. She bled, Aaliyah.” I stared down at my hands. “And now, her blood is all I fucking see.”