Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
It was all such a coincidence that I kind of feel like it’s fate—as if Caleb and I are meant to be. To make it even better, there is actually a residency placement available. Blake said a couple of residents had to resign because of a personal scandal. He didn’t actually explain what happened, but there were enough hints to make me understand the residents were having sex in a patient’s room while the patient was downstairs for a CT scan. The bad news was that the patient came back earlier. The worse news was that the patient in question was the hospital director’s wife. Purely on Blake’s verbal recommendation, the woman offered me the residency. She was even nice enough to put the job on hold to give me time to talk it over with my family.
I’m excited to tell Caleb all about it. I’m pretty sure he’ll be happy, but I think this is the first time I’ve ever willingly put myself out there for a man. That’s probably why I’m so damned nervous. I get out of my car and lock it up quickly, pushing the fob into my pocket. I look around again. This place is definitely packed. There’s probably a huge party inside. I frown, rubbing my forehead. I contemplate leaving and getting a hotel tonight. I can call Caleb to come to me.
Instantly, I’m pissed at myself. My parents and BB would be disgusted with me. I’m not someone who’s afraid. I face life—I do not run from it. With that thought, I pull my phone from my pocket and call Caleb. It rings twice when he picks up.
“Yo,” he says, sounding irritated.
Before I can speak to find out what’s wrong. I hear a woman’s voice that is entirely too close to him. “Come on, Candyman. Hang up. I’m dying to have you inside me again. I’m too worked up to wait.”
My stomach drops. Hell, it feels like I’ve been stabbed with a serrated blade that’s been heated in a forge. I imagine dying couldn’t be any less painful. A sob escapes me before I can stop it.
“Isolde?” he asks, sounding panicked. “Shit, I didn’t read the Caller ID.”
I laugh, the sound bitter to my own ears. “I bet.”
“Baby, don’t hang up. It’s not—”
I end the call before I can hear more lies. Then, I look at my phone, checking to see where Caleb’s—the cheating bastard—location is. It’s not a big surprise when I realize he’s right here at the clubhouse. My worry and nervousness are gone. Now, I’m just a woman seeing the man she loves fucking around on her. I’m going to systematically cut him out of my life. Part of me wonders if I should leave now, but I know I need to see it firsthand. I guess I’m a masochist.
I walk over to the club entrance. There are two guys at the door. One is wearing a cut that has a prospect badge. Luckily, I know the second one. Savage has been to Beau’s body shop before.
Seeing Savage upsets me. If I was going to fall in love with a biker, why couldn’t I fall in love with him? Caleb had told me that Savage fell in love with a woman who chose someone else over him and has lived like a monk since. The bastard had told me the whole story, disgusted with Savage for pining over a woman who chose a club president over him, just for the supposed prestige. I found it touching that Savage cared about this woman so much that he didn’t immediately try to find someone else to warm his bed. Now I understand the real reason why Caleb didn’t agree. He was disappointed that Savage wouldn’t fuck anyone that offered—like he does.
The asshole.
“Hey Savage, can you take me to Caleb?” I ask as I approach him. The lighting here sucks, so I don’t know if he can see the pain on my face or hear in my voice that something is wrong. If it’s my face, he sees my damn tears that I can’t really stop. So fucking embarrassing.
He grunts, putting his arm on my lower back. He looks at his buddy and mutters, “Back soon.” Savage is indeed a man of few words. Any other time, I’d find it hilarious. Right now, nothing is funny … everything just hurts.
He guides me into the club. There is indeed a lively party going on with half-naked women everywhere, loud music, smoke, and lots of talking and laughing. I barely give it more than a passing glance. I just want this pain to end. I’m thankful when we finally go down a small hall which is darker and quieter. Savage takes me to what I assume is Caleb’s room.
It’s all I can do not to jump when he bangs on the door. You can hear Caleb yelling inside, but the sound is muffled. The walls are cinder blocks, and the door must be heavy-duty metal because nothing is distinguishable. Heck, the asshole is probably moaning while he’s fucking his whore.