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252 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 13, 2022
Jared had specific tastes in women, ones I had been unfortunate enough to witness on more than a few occasions. His tastes ran toward trashy, high class, blonde, brunette, redheads, sassy, quiet, and everything in between - so long as he could have more than one at a time.
“Thanks, Ash.” The words were suddenly on repeat as I watched my best friend’s wide eyes turn toward me, looking shell-shocked, and then scared when she noticed me standing there.
My best friend going there was another story. Hell, Jared going there with my best friend while he did his level best to ignore me these days, that was a stab to the ticker too.
The only member I was interested in, didn’t see me the same way. He was too busy fucking multiple women,
Jared’s stupid proposal of marriage was real, not a joke, but it hadn’t been his idea.
“Not only did you not do the right thing, the thing you agreed to, but you chased off her only fucking friend outside of the club too?” My aunt asked, horror laced every word she spat at Jared.
And I was under no illusions. If I was married to Star, Mack and Tripp were not going to tolerate me fucking the club whores too. It didn’t matter what other members did whether they were married or not. The same rules would not apply to the princess’ husband.
“Make it real then. Make her think it’s real and keep your other shit quiet.” “You would seriously condone me cheating on your daughter?”
“I do this for you – it’s club business. I need you to understand that my heart ain’t in this shit. I don’t love her – hell I barely know the girl. Won’t fuck her either because I’ll be with other people and that’s the only way that I know to show my respect to her and to you.”
His daughter might have caught feelings for me – for whatever reason, I’ll never know – but the reverse wasn’t true. I’d avoided her for years in the hopes that she’d get over her little crush.
Truthfully, if not for Kip, I would have been up in Ashlynn’s pussy a long time ago. She was just my type. Tall, blond, thin, and with just the right amount of backbone and sass to make the ride worth it. She wasn’t an innocent little princess either. The bitch had made the rounds in high school and unlike other guys who would slut-shame her, I fucking liked that she took what she wanted and made no apologies for it.
“We should fuck,” Ash stated coolly, as if she was asking me to go get a beer. “Yeah? You know how I like to fuck?”
There always had to be more than one bitch when I was fucking so that none of them got any ideas about being special.
Unfortunately for me, the very first person I noticed was Bagger, in profile view with his ass hanging out, as he banged away at some rough looking biker chick.
“Yeah, well, Bagger has never been picky about who he sticks his dick in.”
That revelation was how I ended up dating the same woman for the past six months. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Missy was the wrong woman for me in the long run, but she filled a void I hadn’t known had been there before. She was a good girl with a bad streak a mile wide.
“I see why now. It’s easier to marry your sister’s enemy if you keep her out of the picture, right?”