Chapter 8

8

O nce the water in my shower was warm, Elijah stepped inside and gently set me on my feet. Silently, he set about washing my hair and conditioning it, and then he bathed me.

It was so hard not to look deeper into his actions.

I’d never had a man actually care for me after sex.

My phone rang in the bedroom. Elijah growled in annoyance. “Call them back after we’re done here,” he muttered.

I stayed silent, knowing better than to disobey him. Besides, it was probably one of the club girls wanting me to come down and help with something. I didn’t have any friends outside of this building.

Elijah finished bathing me and rinsed me off. Then, he wrapped me up in his muscular, tattooed arms and slanted his lips across mine, kissing me soft and slow.

My heart couldn’t take this. It was so hard not to read deeper into this entire situation, and he was wrecking my fucking heart.

“I want you to be mine, Olivia,” he rasped as he leaned back and looked up at me.

I jerked back from him, my eyes widening in horror. “Yours?” I blurted.

He nodded. I stared at him incredulously. He couldn’t be fucking serious.

“You’re married!” I hissed at him. Did he forget that fucking fast that he had a fucking wife?

He shrugged. “Don’t know if you noticed or not, but she and I aren’t on good terms anymore these fucking days.”

I gritted my teeth. “So, you want me to be your side piece?” I hissed. He had to be fucking kidding me.

He flashed me a smile, and instantly, my anger melted. I’d never seen him smile before, and it fucking disarmed me.

He was fucking gorgeous when he smiled like that.

I sighed and rubbed my palms down my face, my heart clenching in my chest. This man already had the power to destroy me. “And if your wife finds out?” I finally asked him.

He leaned his massive shoulder against my shower wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “Let me deal with that,” he told me. A bad feeling settled in my gut. This wasn’t going to turn out well. I already knew that.

“Am I going to be your only piece of ass, or am I to be expected to turn a blind eye like your wife does?”

His eyes darkened as he ran his eyes over me. “Nah, doll. You don’t have shit to worry about. I’ll only be fucking you. I don’t even fuck my wife.” That surprised me. He lightly wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and tugged me closer to him. “But I don’t even want to see you flirting with any of my brothers, you hear me?”

I weakly nodded. He kissed me again before he stepped out of the shower, grabbing one of my towels from the cabinet above the toilet. “Need to go deal with my wife,” he told me. “But meet me in my apartment tonight after midnight.”

With that, he strode from my bathroom.

I was so fucked .

I watched him as he quickly got dressed. After, he came back into the bathroom, gripped my chin, and kissed me. “I mean it, doll. Don’t leave me waiting. If I have to come after you, I’ll spank your perfect ass into submission.”

My nipples hardened all while my pussy clenched at his warning.

He kissed me one more time and walked out of my bathroom again. A moment later, I heard my bedroom door shut behind him. I turned the water off and slowly stepped out of the shower. My ass was sore, but my body was well sated.

A moment later, I heard Whitney yelling at Elijah. I shook my head and quickly got dressed. I then blow-dried my hair before heading downstairs. I walked behind the bar and began taking a liquor inventory, trying to ignore their argument. Sleep was going to evade me again; I knew that, so I might as well get some shit done.

I was so going to feel this lack of sleep tomorrow, though.

A moment later, Elijah stormed into the clubhouse. I heard the sound of Whitney flying out of the lot, her tires screeching on the concrete when the door opened. He walked over to the bar, his eyes on me. “Get me something strong, doll.”

I grabbed a glass and poured straight Vodka into it, handing it to him. It was his preferred drink when he ordered something strong. He flashed me a grin before raising his glass to me and walking upstairs.

Sighing, I shook my head. Tanner, one of the other club bunnies, gently squeezed my arm. “Just keep your head held high,” she whispered to me. I swallowed thickly. “It’s all we can do until a man decides they actually want to keep us as more than a piece of ass.”

I sighed. I hated that she was right.