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“It’s simple. Francine saw a way to make me miserable,” Raven said. “She succeeded. To complete strangers, she’s spewing lies.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you think. I’m going to deal with this shit. I’m not having you deal with that kind of shit.”

“Just leave it, Drew.”

“Do you have any idea what they could have done to you if you’d left Cathy and the main bar?” Drew asked. “They could have raped you, thinking you liked it rough.” Tears filled her eyes, and the fear kicked him in the gut. Reaching out, he pulled her close to him, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I just, fuck, I can’t have anything happen to you.”

“I’m not in the mood for the bar. Will you take me home, with you?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“Raven, are you sure?” Cathy asked, biting her lip.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m not going to let this spoil anything.” Raven left his arms to give Cathy a hug. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t you apologize to me, Raven Howard. This was not your fault, but the result of a spiteful bitch that needs to be put in her place!” Cathy stared at him, letting him know that she expected him to handle this.

It was a Friday night, and with Raven being with him, there wasn’t much that he could do. He was so fucking angry.

Raven walked toward him, taking hold of his hand and smiling. “Let’s go home.”

Home.

He liked that.

Taking her toward his truck, he knew that Cathy would take care of Brice. He helped her inside, and rounded the truck to climb in himself. He started up and pulled away from the bar.

“Are you mad?” she asked.

“I’m pissed off. I knew Francine was a bitch. She’s fucking married. I didn’t expect her to take this to the next fucking level. I don’t accept what the fuck she’s doing.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, baby, you’ve got nothing to be sorry about,” he said. Reaching out, he took her hand and held her tightly.

“It was very brave of you to do what you did,” she said.

“You’re not going to curse at me, or call me shit for defending you?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I can’t do that anyway.”

“Why not?”

“I thought it was hot. You really do care about me, don’t you?”

“Of course. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I told Cathy we didn’t have sex.”

He glanced toward her to find her smiling. “And?”

“She said I should marry you. If I’ve snagged the notorious Drew Reynolds, and I haven’t even slept with you yet, then I’m doing something right.”

“Baby, you and I both know I’ve been yours for over seven years.”

“You waited for me. I mean, you didn’t wait for sex or anything. You waited for me without committing to anyone else. That, I do find very romantic.” She rested her head against the chair.

Pulling up outside of his house, he turned off the ignition, and climbed out. He rounded the truck to help his woman out. She slid down his body, and he couldn’t help but moan as she seemed to touch every single part of him with her hot little body.


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