Chapter 13

13

I had a feeling Whitney was beginning to suspect something was really going on between me and her husband because the moment I emerged from my room after the prez had left, she’d been casting me dirty as fuck looks.

I had been doing my best to ignore her and stay out of her way. If there was one thing I knew about a woman scorned, she would lash out. And it was my ass if I retaliated.

But like fuck would I lay down and take whatever shit she spewed at me if she did. If it meant I got kicked out of here, then so be it. I had enough money saved up to get me by for a couple of months.

Dawson smiled at me as he leaned on the bar. “Let me get a beer, darlin’.”

I set down the cloth I’d been using to wipe down the glasses and reached into the fridge, grabbing him a beer. I popped the top off with my lighter, too lazy to walk to the other end of the bar to grab the bottle opener. I handed it to him.

“Prez’s old lady looks ready to murder you,” he told me.

I sighed. “I know,” I grumbled. And I was avoiding her like the fucking plague.

He ducked his head so his eyes met mine. “None of us men are blind to what you two are doing,” he said, talking about me and the prez, “and I know you’re not the only one in that shit, but you do know if she lashes out at you, there’s nothing you can do, right? She ranks above you.”

I sighed, gritting my teeth. “Trust me, I fucking know.”

He shook his head. “You’re dumb to let a man ever make you feel second best, sweetheart.”

I flashed him a sickly sweet smile. “You offering to claim me, Dawson?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah. Trying to work Tanner down, but that woman is something else.”

I lightly smacked him with my towel before I grabbed a glass and began wiping the water spots off of it. “Maybe if you stop sticking your dick in every piece of available pussy around here, you’d make some headway.”

He snorted and swallowed a mouthful of beer. “If she stopped letting every man stick a dick in her, we’d make some headway,” he retorted back at me, sort of using my words against me.

I shrugged. “Remember who we are, though, Dawson. We’re at your beck and call. You want her to stop sleeping with the other brothers? You’ve got to make it known you’re trying to claim her.”

He sighed, eyeing me for a moment before he spoke again. “When the fuck did you become so wise, darlin’?”

I shrugged. “Probably when I started getting used as a piece of ass, but yet, I’m not allowed to sleep with other men either.”

Dawson shook his head and stood up from his bar stool. “You deserve more, girly.”

With that, he strode away.

I know, Dawson. I know.

I was emerging from the bathroom when Whitney cornered me.

Fuck .

I wasn’t prepared to fucking deal with her yet.

“What – no quickie in the bathroom?” she sneered at me.

I gritted my teeth so I wouldn’t lash back at her. Stepping to the side, I moved to walk around her, but she blocked me, crossing her arms over her chest.

Here we fucking go.

“You think I don’t fucking know about you and my husband, Olivia?” she snapped. “That perfume you fucking wear is very distinct.”

“You don’t know a damn thing,” I spit at her, finally having enough of her shit.

She shoved me back a full step. I clenched my fists so I wouldn’t bash her face against the wall for touching me. I was a fighter, and I hated laying down and taking whatever she dished out to me. “You keep your goddamn hands to yourself, you fucking trashy whore. He’s my husband.”

“We’re not doing anything!” I shouted at her, finally losing my cool. I didn’t give a single fuck for lying to her. “Whatever fucking issues you’ve got with your husband, you need to fucking take up with him like a goddamn woman instead of lashing out at other women all because you’re insecure in your fucking marriage!” I stepped up close to her as Dawson and James rushed around the corner. “And for your fucking information, Tanner and Brit also use the same fucking perfume I do. I would know since we fucking bought the same kind at the same fucking time.”

With that, I stormed around her, shoulder checking her. James already has his phone to his ear.

It took everything in me not to lash out at him for tattle-tailing like a little bitch to his fucking president.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Dawson whispered as I stormed past him. “Club rules.”

I gritted my teeth and continued walking out of the hallway.

Fuck your goddamn club rules .