She sniffles and wipes her nose with the sleeve of her jacket. “I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before. Last night was the first time I’ve gone out since my divorce. I wanted something to loosen me up and my friend gave me some pills. It was foolish.”
“It was dumb as fuck. Mixing pills and liquor. Going home with a man you didn’t know. Maybe next time you’ll think twice.” I tighten my grip on the wheel. “Where do you live?”
“Garden Hill.”
“In the apartments?” The same apartments where Freya lives in the unit she had with Fisher.
“Yup.”
Freya will throw a shit fit on her ol’ man if she has to see her on a regular basis.
I pull into the parking lot. She puts a hand to the handle then pauses. “Do you think he’ll call? I mean, he likes me, right?”
I snort. “No.” There’s no sense in lying to the poor woman. Even if she hadn’t pulled that craziness he wouldn’t. He’s not known to do repeats.
“Right. Okay. Do you have any plans for Christmas? I bought a ham.”
Christ. She’s lonely. This is sad. Tragic. Fucking Crow.
“Yeah,” I lie without an ounce of shame.
“I have apple pie.”
“I gotta get going.”
“Thanks for the lift.”
“Don’t mention it.” I’m about ready to shove her out when she finally exits the vehicle. I’m not a complete prick though. I at least wait for the bitch to get to her door and walk inside. I scrub a hand over my face and head back to the clubhouse. When I get back Freya and Crow are already gone. I might’ve passed them in town, but I’m on autopilot. I’m exhausted. Mentally and physically.
I heat up some frozen burritos in the microwave and check the state of my cell phone. Damn thing is dead. A couple brothers roll in with some hangarounds looking to get wild. I’m just not feeling it. I grab a couple beers and head to a room to think about what the fuck switched Freya’s bitch switch between last night and this morning.
The past week has moved in slow motion. My mind has been consumed with thoughts of Freya. The way she melted at my touch. How sweet her cunt felt when I sank inside her. Thought the night we shared would have worked her out of my system but hell it’s only made me crave her more.
Keep telling myself it was for the best that I left things the way I did between us. I tried to pretend I’ve not been phased by her, that any woman will do but nothing compares to the real thing. No one compares to her. That sassy mouth. That fire in her eyes when she looks at me, like for me she’d burn the world down. Never had that type of devotion from anyone in my life. I damn sure don’t deserve it. Not from her. I light up a cigarette and stare at my beer like I’m waiting for it to tell me what the fuck to do. I know what I want to do. I want to go find Freya and fuck her brains out. Fuck her till I move past whatever this is.
“Who shit in your oatmeal this morning?” Zuko starts chuckling the moment the words leave his mouth. Little prick. One of Crow’s boys.
Bastard told everyone about that whore puking and shitting on me.
“Damn, man you look like shit.” Gentry slaps a hand on my back before pulling up a stool next to mine.
“Ha. Ha. Go on and get it out of your system. Sick fuckers.”
“Shit really hit the fan, huh?”
I knock back my beer and get ready to head out. Belinda and Bensen will be expecting me for dinner. I don’t need these assholes ruining my appetite by reminding me of that nasty bitch. She cried of embarrassment the whole drive to her apartment and to make matters worse she lives in the same complex as Freya and that means I’m bound to bump into her around town.
I’m tucking my cigarettes back into one of my pockets and looking for my truck keys when Crow waltzes in with two bitches. One on each arm. That’s the thing with Crow. Motherfucker never fails to find pussy.
“Brought you a late Christmas present. Figured I owe you.”
“Yeah. What you got him was real shitty,” Zuko starts up again.
It isn’t lost to me the woman on his left arm looks like a poor man’s version of Cate. In turn making her favor Freya.
“Appreciate it, brotha’.” I look to Freya’s look alike knowing I’m a sick fuck for wanting to take her to my room and fuck her while thinking of the latter. “You’re with me, sweetheart.”
Crow strokes his beard with a snort. “Fair enough.”