Part 5 (1/2)

”Oh Star,” he chuckles. ”C'mon I'll walk you both out.”

Thank the heavens above. I'm practically squealing with delight knowing that we're going home. I force myself not to be b.u.mmed out that Braxxon isn't saying goodbye though. He's a bada.s.s; I get that, but he's just downright rude. He already left my core aching, and now he's being a p.r.i.c.k again.

We picked up our little rental car and one of the prospects followed us home. It was one of the longest rides of my life. Lana's been happily smiling ever since leaving Breakneck and yeah, I know I'm a glutton for punishment because I find myself longing for the voice, touch, and smell of Braxxon. Once we're home, I plop down on our couch and cross my arms, pouting when my phone starts ringing. I swear my moods are bi-polar. One minute I don't want him and the next I miss him. My swollen lips between my legs also have something to do with that.

”h.e.l.lo,” I answer.

”Bye Angel.” His husky velvet voice breathes through the phone.

Two hours too late dude.

”Bye Braxxon,” I huff, hanging up.

See? Mood swings much. I need to seek help immediately. Not two minutes after I hang up, I receive a text message from him.

Braxxon: *You hurting baby?*

b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I can be c.o.c.ky too. I respond.

Winter *But it hurts sooooo good!*

Ding Braxxon *Mmm Angel next weekend*

I frown. I can't text back now. Gah, why do I have to be so indecisive when it comes to him? I growl and toss my phone on the table. Lana looks up from the television.

”What?” Lana asks.

”Braxxon,” I say because that's all I need to say for her to get it.

”Ah... he reminds you of your old life. Doesn't he?”

”Yeah. Every single thing about him does. He'll get tired of trying and move on. Besides it was just a weekend bang.” I smile with the word bang.

”I dunno, Winter. He gives you that look.”

”What look? And how would you know? You were drugged all weekend,” I say frustrated.

”Even in my drugged induced state of mind that connection was clearly visible.”

”Whatever.” I laugh throwing a pillow at her, wincing that I was stupid enough to forget she was just shot. ”Sorry.”

It's Friday night, and I'm heading into work. Braxxon has texted me a few times a day and has tried calling. I've ignored him. It's taking everything I have not to give in. I never thought I would be hot for a guy who referred to me as b.i.t.c.h when he was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g me. I should be offended, or something, but I'm not. I wave to Keith who is the doorman and security guard at the front of the club. He nods and tells me that Rich needs to see me before I get ready. Just great, what in the h.e.l.l did I do?

I knock on his office door, and he hollers for me to come in.

”Hey boss, you wanted to see me?” I ask, sitting down in front of his desk.

Rich is an older playboy type of man. He has a head full of silver hair and even a silver beard; he wears gold chains all over his body.

”Yeah Star, I'm gonna have to let you go,” he says with a sigh.

”What?” I screech, jumping up. I've never been fired, and the first time I am, it's from an exotic strip club? Seriously?

”Why?”

”I owe a favor to someone; that's all I'm saying. I'm gonna miss you gorgeous, but go clean out your things.”

Well, that was blunt.

”You owed a favor to whom?” I ask already knowing the answer. I'm going to do some bodily damage. ”Never mind; I know who. I'll be back to get my things in a few days. You owe me that much.”

He nods as I stomp out of his office and back to my car. That no good f.u.c.king biker b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I call Lana and tell her what happened. She just laughs on the other end of the phone, so I hang up on her. I know my foot pressing on the gas and speeding through someone else's territory is going to p.i.s.s some people off if I break down in our rental, but I don't care. I'm ready to hurt that p.r.i.c.k! I make an hour drive seem like the snap of fingers as I pull in through the compound gate. I don't even remember slamming the car in park before I hop out. PP comes running up to me as I hastily walk towards the clubhouse.

”Star what's wrong? You need me to get the VP?”

The VP? h.e.l.l no, I want the d.a.m.n President. Oh my, that sounds kind of hot. Dammit! No, it doesn't.

”Where the f.u.c.k is Braxxon?”

PP's eyes widen, and he tries pulling me to a stop. I barge into the clubhouse, screaming the place down.

”Hey Star, what's wrong?” Pyro chuckles.

”Don't give me that s.h.i.+t; you know what he did. Where the f.u.c.k is your Prez, Pyro? I swear I'm gonna have him eating his own d.i.c.k for supper!”

”Pyro, he's busy right now,” Prospect murmurs as if it's a whopping secret.

”He's busy doing what? Banging some hoe while I was off getting fired because my boss owed him a solid?”

I stomp off, and as I do, I can hear PP mumbling that the Prez is gonna be angry. Then I hear Pyro say I'm the only one that could ever get away with this.

As I near the steps, I hear moaning. Lots and lots of moaning coming from the top of the narrow stairwell. I get the largest smile on my face. At least I'm about to ruin his p.u.s.s.yfest. I know he can hear my footsteps coming because the groans get louder as if he's purposely doing them.

I fling the door open and I'm shocked. There's not one, not two but three d.a.m.n girls in the room with him. Two of the woman are going to it, and he's just watching as the third sucks him off.

”You got me f.u.c.king fired,” I seethe.

”Yep,” he grins while gripping the s.l.u.t's hair.

”Why?”

”Cuz you p.i.s.sed me off,” he says with a devilish smile.

”Brax,” I moan. s.h.i.+t, when did he become Brax? ”You can't just get me fired because I'm trying to stay away from you. It's not right.”

”I can and I did.”