“I’m here if you ever want to talk,” she says softly.
I offer a warm smile. “Thanks.”
“Weren’t you going on a motorcycle ride?” Zara asks.
I tut. “Hmm… I was supposed to, but Viper pissed me off. Now I’m kind of annoyed at myself because I wish I could go to the gym to let some of my pent-up anger out.”
“Oh…” Zara mutters. “What did he do?”
My arms cross my chest. The burn of annoyance still undeniably has its talons in me. “He’s cockblocking me.”
The women all laugh.
My eyes narrow. “It’s not funny!”
“It kind of is,” Zara replies while I pout. “Why is he cockblocking you?” she asks through giggles.
“He’s using his dick against me!”
Elena holds her stomach as the women still laugh around me.
“He’s trying to weasel his way in and get me to stay longer and not divorce his ass when the month is up. I can’t even get it elsewhere because part of the deal is that we don’t have”—I make air quotes—“sex or anything with anyone else.”
Elena sighs. “My stomach hurts. That’s so funny. What are you going to do?”
Suddenly I feel lighter, I smile mischievously. “He wants to play games, then karma is coming his way.”
The dog barks outside, and after a couple of minutes, we hear talking at the front door and see Twitch walking toward us, a rectangular box in hand. “Is this yours?” he asks me.
I heave a sigh of relief and go to him, grasp the box, and pull it to my chest. “Oh… finally, my laptop.” I peer back at Twitch. “Thank you!”
He nods and walks away. My eyes go straight to his behind. “He’s hot.” His jeans are baggy, but there’s this undeniably chilled sexy vibe he has that’s appealing.
Zara mashes her lips together as if hiding a smile.
After I open the box and pull my laptop out, my phone rings again, and it’s Dad. He’s nothing but persistent. I hurl the phone onto the couch and wail, “I need my ice cream, damn it!”
“You’ve got ice cream?” Elena asks.
I nod. “Ice cream… is my downfall. I eat healthy all the time, but when I’m stressed, ice cream is my comfort food. It’s a small tub, so sorry… I can’t share.” Am I genuinely sorry?Nope!
I go to the kitchen and take my cookie dough ice cream out, grab a spoon, and make my way back over to the couch. No bowl is needed: I’ll be a pig and eat it straight from the container. After opening the top, I take a big spoonful, and just as I’m about to bring it to my mouth, I hear, “What do we have here?” Twitch is standing behind me, looking at my ice cream.
“Watch him!” Elena says. “He has a sweet tooth.”
“Twitch,” I warn, “if you dare touch my ice cream, I’ll smother you in your sleep.”
He bursts out laughing and looks at Zara. “I like her!”
I lift the massive spoonful and enjoy the sweet taste ofmyice cream. But afterward, my phone rings again, making me groan. I bite the bullet and answer it in a sickly sweet voice. “Hello, Dad.”
“A biker, Sophie!” he yells, making me recoil. My mouth opens, then closes, then opens, but my tongue finds no words. “I had to hear from your brother that you’re married. Imagine my surprise when I didn’t get an invitation tomy daughter’s wedding.”
My pulse quickens as I stumble to find the right words. “I’m… uh…” Stupid Alec and his big mouth, though I bet he couldn’t wait to tell Dad, damn brownnoser.
“I can’t believe…” He breathes heavily. “Being the wife of a biker is dangerous. After all the years I’ve ensured your safety, you spit on that and marry the worst possible person. I raised you to be smarter than that.”
His disapproval makes my stomach plummet. I knew he would be upset but… I didn’t expect it to be this bad. “It was one night… a mistake,” I say softly.
