“I still want them there. I just don’t feel safe around you anymore, Adam.”
If my words affected him, I didn’t know. Instead, he hit me with a cold, “one hour”, hanging up immediately after.
Tears pricked my eyes as I tried to suck down all the emotions boiling inside of me.
“You okay?” Ramona questioned.
I shook my head, failing miserably at being strong.
“No. And honestly, Ramona, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be okay again.”
Chapter Four
Sandman
The jolting sound of my door being thrown open and slamming against the wall woke me out of a deep sleep.
“Fuck, Sabbath, what the hell?”
“Get dressed.”
“Why?” I grumbled, rubbing my hand over my short, blonde hair. I was trying to grow it out. Since Lindy wasn’t my problem anymore, there was no use keeping it short and cut how she liked it.
“Apparently, Shasta is afraid of me, and only you and Snyder make her feel safe.” His jaw tightened, and the balled-up fists next to his side meant that he wasn’t happy.
“Why me?”
He rolled his eyes. “Probably because of the other night. Get the fuck up and out to my office, now!”
I was too tired to argue. Besides, if Shasta wanted me there to protect her because she was afraid, I wasn’t about to let her down.
He didn’t bother closing my door, just stomped out and left me there half naked in bed, trying to blink the sleep out of my eyes.
Havarti passed by my doorway, and I heard her feet slide to a stop. A few seconds later her blonde hair peeked around the doorway. “Hey,” she said sweetly. Out of all the sweet butts in the house, Havarti was the sweetest. It surprised me that she would choose this kind of life. She kind of reminded me of Lindy in a way. Beautiful, proper, deserving of everything in the world and more.
“Hey,” I grumbled, rolling out of bed.
She gasped when I stood up and my morning wood pressed against my black boxer briefs.
“You want help with that?” she offered, her eyes greedily taking me in.
I shook my head. The last thing I wanted to do was get involved with any girl, especially a sweet butt.
“No. But thank you.”
She frowned. “You look sad,” she observed.
“Yeah, being dumped can do that to a person. You mind shutting the door? I have to put clothes on, and I’d prefer if the whole club didn’t see my junk this early in the morning.”
It was a blatant brush off, but she didn’t seem to get the hint. She closed the door and stood just past the doorway, refusing to leave.
“Havarti?”
She took a daring step forward. “I’ve been waiting for my chance to make a move on you, Sandman.” She bit her lip. “Now that Lindy’s out of the picture, maybe I finally have my chance?” She took off her top, discarding it to the floor.
My dick was hard as a rock, but it had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with the wild dreams I had about Shasta last night. It surprised me that I was even thinking about her at all, especially when my heart was still wrapped up in Lindy.
“I have to get going. Club business,” I warned her.