Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Razor didn’t regret a thing. He was pissed off.
“I don’t give a fuck what is going on here, but you’re busting up the bar. Cleaning this shit up is coming out of your paychecks,” Doc said.
“What?” Razor asked. “We’re always messing shit up.”
“At the clubhouse, but this is the fucking strip club. This is a place of business, and I don’t have time for your bullshit. Get your shit together. If you’re going to fight, it will be at the clubhouse, where the guys can at least get some pleasure out of seeing you fuckers lose your shit with each other.”
Chapter Twelve
Eden was busy putting together the last pieces of the website for a brand-new author. She had gotten the contract and the woman’s first book had skyrocketed to the bestseller list. The problem was, she had no website, and she needed one fast. She had moved her to the top of the list, and she wanted to get it live before the end of the day.
At the sound of the doorbell ringing, she wrinkled her nose. Maeve had gone out shopping for the day. She knew her sister was picking up some new makeup. All last night, they had been watching a movie, while her sister scrolled through her phone, finding all the latest makeup releases. She had asked her to come with, but she wanted to get this website done.
Rubbing her temple, she didn’t bother to look through the peephole, and opened the door only to find Mac on her doorstep.
Razor had told her what happened. He’d gotten into a fight with Mac at the strip club. If he hadn’t told her, Maeve had been seconds behind him, as the town gossip had traveled fast. That had been nearly a week and a half ago. She had not seen Razor in all that time, and she was not interested in seeing Mac. He stood on her doorstep, complete with one side of his face bruised, and she didn’t care at all.
“What do you want?” she asked, gripping the door and standing in the way of letting him come in.
It was because of the fight that Razor was out of town. He told her Doc had sent him and Mac out to deal with some business. Not the same kind, but it was punishment for not handling their shit in private.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Look, I know I fucked up. I want to make it up to you. I want you to give me a chance.”
Eden frowned. “Give you a chance?”
“Yeah.”
“You want me and you to go out and act like boyfriend and girlfriend on a trial period?” she asked.
“Yeah, you and I had something good together.”
Eden looked at him. “What’s my favorite ice cream?” she asked.
“Vanilla.”
“What’s my favorite hot drink?”
“Tea.”
“If we were at an event that served hot dogs or burgers, what would you get me?”
“Hot dogs.”
“Do I like crowds?”
“You love them.”
Eden looked at him, and she couldn’t believe they had even been dating for a year and a half.
She laughed. “Where were you when those flowers were delivered?”
“I was at the clubhouse waiting to get your call.”
She was shocked. “Wow.”
“Look, I want to make this work.”
“Are you for real?” Eden asked.
“Yeah, you know I am.”
“My favorite ice cream is peanut butter. I only drink coffee or hot chocolate. I cannot stand tea. I hate hot dogs, and crowds make me feel uncomfortable and awkward. When I got those flowers, you were at the strip club, paying a couple of women to give you a sex show. Why are you even lying about this?”
With each word she spoke, Mac’s eyes went wide. It would have been hilarious, but Eden couldn’t believe she had even defended him to her sister. Not recently, and not since she caught him cheating, but during their time together. Excuse after excuse she made for him.
A year and a half, and he didn’t know her at all. This was all freaking bullshit, and she was angry at herself for not seeing it before, especially when Maeve had told her. She knew her sister hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but she had tried to get her to see reason.
This was just insane.
“Go away,” Eden said.
“Damn it, Eden, I know you’re too good for me, and I have a problem, okay? I can fix it.”
“No,” Eden said, glaring at him. “No, there is nothing to fix. I don’t want you, Mac. I don’t want any part of this. I kept dating you because I thought we had a good thing.” And she hadn’t known how to break up with him. That was the horrible truth. There had been so many times she wanted to break up with him. Whenever she tried, he would do something sweet, and she hated the thought of hurting him. It had all been a lie, and it took dating someone who actually gave her all the feelings that made her realize it.