Since Jace lived with him full–time, he didn’t have to pay child support. In fact, she owed him a large amount he had never collected on in order to stop her from the continued threats of taking him back to court for more visitations and to lower her child support payments. She owed him a huge sum of money, and with Jace being so close to eighteen, her threats of getting more visitations were going to be ignored. If she messed with Bliss, however, he would go after her for the money.
He was looking forward to when Jace turned eighteen. Then he would let the boy handle his mother himself and cut his last connection with her.
Stephanie went pale at the threat, taking a step back. “For Christ’s sake, she lived with a biker gang. That trash doesn’t need you to defend her. She won’t make you happy. No one woman is capable of making you happy. I should know, I tried hard enough.”
“You want to make me happy, Stephanie? Stay away from me.”
“I still love you.”
Drake shook his head. “You don’t love me. You became pregnant after swearing you were on the pill. I was stupid enough to believe you and put a ring on your finger. You told me lie after lie, and I always believed you. The men, the money you were always promising Jace when he needed something… You couldn’t tell the truth if your life depended on it.” He had sworn to himself to never tolerate another woman lying to him ever again. “You’re still lying. The only difference is I’m not a kid anymore, and I don’t give a fuck.” Drake turned, not caring if she had anything else to say. He had already given her more of his time than she deserved.
She had done him one favor—his dick was no longer driving him crazy. Any desire for caving in and returning to Bliss’s house had died when Stephanie opened her mouth.
Drake shook his head at himself as he walked inside and slammed the door on Stephanie’s lying face. He had obviously made a habit of picking complicated women. He needed to warn Jace. If he had inherited Drake’s propensity for choosing aggravating women, he was heading for trouble.
“God help him, because he’s going to need all the help he can get.”
Chapter 6
“Going out?”
Bliss watched in the mirror as Ginny threw herself on the bed, settling herself comfortably.
“Yes, I’m going to Rosie’s. Want to go?”
“I’ll pass. I don’t like going to bars.”
“Why not?”
“They’re pick-up joints.”
“Yes, they are.” Bliss smoothed her red top down to show more of her cleavage. Her black leather pants and knee-high boots perfectly accentuated her diminutive figure.
“Aren’t you seeing Drake?”
“Not anymore. I’m tired of waiting for him to put out.”
“You’re breaking up with him because he won’t have sex with you?”
“Pretty much,” Bliss confirmed.
“Why?”
“I just told you.”
Ginny sat up on the side of the bed. “No woman breaks up with a man for not having sex.”
“I do.” Bliss turned away from the mirror and picked up her purse, ignoring Ginny’s narrow-eyed stare. “I won’t be back tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow or whenever.”
“Bliss, you can’t just go home with someone you don’t know. It’s not safe.”
“Don’t worry, I use protection.”
“That’s good, but that’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.” Ginny shook her head. “You always do that¸ Bliss. You become a smart-ass when you know it’s something you shouldn’t be doing.”
“Why shouldn’t I go to a bar and pick up a guy? Men do it all the time. Why is it any different for a woman?”
Ginny’s face held such sadness that even Bliss’s cold heart was touched. “Because women leave a piece of themselves behind with each man, whether it’s taken or given. Women aren’t hardwired for emotionless sex.”
“I am,” Bliss denied Ginny’s assertion.
“I don’t believe that. I believe that’s what you tell yourself to keep your heart from breaking.”
“Geez, don’t try to make a mountain out of a molehill. I’m going to get laid. When it’s over, I’ll come home and won’t be any different than before I left.”
Ginny stood up, going to her bedroom door. “Keep telling yourself that and you may make yourself believe it, but I won’t. You’re a nice person, despite how hard you try to hide it.”
“No, I’m not. Every woman at the clubhouse who tried to be my friend will tell you that.”
Sadly, Ginny shook her head. “All the wives, I’m sure, but what about the women who weren’t old ladies? What would they say about you?” She didn’t give Bliss time to answer, closing the door behind her.
Bliss pressed her fingers against the bridge of her nose as she fought back the twinge of pain she was beginning to feel in the region of her heart. She wasn’t going to cry. She hadn’t cried for herself in years, and she wasn’t going to start then … well, except for the day she had gotten kicked out of The Last Riders.