Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
They made their way into his apartment, and she kicked off her pumps, as Savage kicked off his boots.
“You want a beer, babe?” he asked.
Charlotte nodded in agreement, although she wasn’t much of a beer drinker. He went into the kitchen, as she made her way to the couch, sitting down on it, or more like collapsing. It had been a long night. After they enjoyed their food, they danced for a good two hours. Shared the nicest chocolate cake dessert she had ever eaten, and then danced a little more. Checking the time, she saw it was close to two o’clock in the morning. They had left the bar a little after one, which had been close to closing.
He didn’t break any rules on the hour’s drive back.
He came back, holding two beers in one hand and a soda in the other. “I figured I’d let you try the beer, but I had a feeling you weren’t going to like it.”
She reached for the beer, took a sip, and wrinkled her nose.
He laughed. “See, I think of all the options.”
“That’s disgusting. Why do you guys even drink it?” she asked.
“And girls. Beer is an acquired taste.”
“So, I know this is a lot, but, uh, have you ever been married?” she asked.
Savage laughed. “No. I don’t have an old lady either, and I’ve not staked my claim on any of the other women. What about you?” He winked at her.
“I’ve not been married, and no, I don’t even have a boyfriend. I’ve never been with a boyfriend. I’m a virgin.” And there she went, spitting that little piece of detail out, rather than keeping it to herself.
Did men even like the thought of their woman being a virgin?
Were virgins popular anymore? Didn’t men want experienced women?
“I figured, since you had no boyfriend, and also, I haven’t seen Doc on the warpath recently.”
“What does my dad have to do with this?” she asked.
“Your dad has everything to do with this, seeing as anyone who gets near his girl will have to answer to him.”
“Oh.” She glanced down at her can of orange soda. She wondered if it was too late to try and enjoy the taste of beer. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“I don’t want to get on Doc’s bad side, Charlotte. You need to know this. The club will come first. My place there is everything to me,” he said. “I’m not playing with you. This is not a game. You need to figure out if you’re playing with one of your father’s friends, or if this is real to you.”
“And then what?”
“We’ll see what happens, but we’re not going to play the short game. I’m not looking to fuck you and forget you. I’ve tried to forget you, and that shit ain’t happening.”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugged.
Charlotte glared at him. “You can’t just say stuff like that and not expect me to be a little curious about it.”
“The fair. Seeing those kids ambush you, pull you into a toilet, it fucking blew my mind. Wrecked me. The fact they all walked away, alive, that is a fucking miracle.”
She had no idea. “You did shock me when you shoved the ... girls.”
“They were complicit in what was happening. They didn’t tell that fuckhead to stop. You need to understand, I’ve got no problem doing what needs to be done, regardless of the sex. Someone is hurting you, or hurting ... anyone, I do what needs to be done.”
There was a story there. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good,” Savage said. “Let’s just say, I know the fairer sex are not always as innocent as they’re painted to be.”
She was not going to push. Not on this. When Savage wanted to talk to her, that time would come. She didn’t want him to think about his fucked-up past.
Charlotte didn’t quite know where the boldness suddenly came from, but she took his beer from him and put it on the coffee table, on top of a coaster, along with her soda. Before she lost the nerve, she moved to straddle his lap. The dress she wore had a large skirt, so she wasn’t fighting to drag that up her thighs to straddle his lap. She was just running with what she felt like doing. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she smiled down at him.
“So, if that means you don’t want to play games, and I don’t want to play games, are we, like, officially boyfriend and girlfriend now?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“But I don’t want to go to my dad yet,” she said.
“Charlotte!”
“We’ll tell him. I promise, but I don’t want him, or my mom, or all the club stuff to stop us from being like this. They will make your life miserable, and Mom won’t leave town.” She thought Nancy was leaving town so many times. Her mother’s bags had been packed a few times, and still, she never left. If this came out, she knew it would cause both her parents to fight.