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“I’m going to tell him,” she says. “I’m not going to hide you from anyone.”

“What about the wicked stepmother?” I walk away from her hand and the bed and stand in the bathroom doorway. She’s fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman to ever lay in my bed.

“There’s nothing I can do about her, Watcher. She has my father wrapped around her little finger. He’ll have to figure that shit out himself. I think he knows. I think he’s a tired old man who stays married because it’s easier to do so.”

“That’s a miserable fucking existence,” I say. I motion over my shoulder. “Come join me.”

“Only if you fuck me again.”

“Not a problem,” I say, and she slides from the bed. As she walks toward me, I imagine having her on a couch, me and another man going at her. My dick goes hard again, and we walk into the bathroom.

13

Jessica

You never know when a blessing will come your way. When it does, you better grab on and not let it go. That’s Watcher.

Diablo rides about two hundred yards in front of me. She’s my rock now. She’s all in to make these dreams come true. I lied to Watcher. There’s something I can’t move past. My wicked stepmother. The gold-digging tramp who has fucked more men while married to my father than a Saturday night hooker. I want her ass on a platter. It’s not necessarily about the money. It’s about her being a selfish, vindictive whore. She’s near the top of my shit list. I also still want Harrison Rich’s ass, although I have another idea of how to deal with him. I no longer want him dead.

As we enter Memphis, I think about Jeremy and dropping the idea of him, me, and Watcher in a tryst. Did Watcher choose him because he’s young, the way he was back then? I don’t doubt the idea, and I’m okay with that. We all want to be adults when we turn 18. There’s no easing into it. Adulthood grabs you at 18 and starts slapping you around. Jeremy and I can be slapped around together under Watcher’s watchful eye.

We pull into the rink parking lot, and I find Jeremy sitting in his car, his head back, sleeping.

“I need to talk to him for a minute,” I tell Diablo. “I’ll be in shortly.”

Diablo goes inside, and I step to Jeremy’s window, watching him for a minute. “He’s a good-looking young man. Someone I am attracted to, though I know what we want out of life is completely different. Maybe that’s what will make this work. However, he’ll have to understand that we can never be an exclusive item. I may be the Queen, but I belong to Watcher.

I tap on the window, and Jeremy startles. He sees me laughing and lowers his window. “You scared the shit out of me,” he says and lowers his window.

“Are you going to sit there or get out?” I step back and cross my arms, looking at him sternly. He reaches for the door handle with fear in his eyes. “You know you can’t keep hanging around here,” I say. “It looks a little creepy.”

“I wanted to talk to you and you haven’t replied to any of my messages, Jess.”

“Damnit.” I pull out my phone which is dead. “Sorry about that.”

Jeremy leans against the car and gives me a good look over. “There’s something different about you, Jess. You okay?”

“I’m better than okay. Give me a second.” I return my phone to the car and plug it into a spare charger. “I’m expecting a call this morning about furniture for my apartment.”

“You moved out of your father’s place?” He looks genuinely concerned. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing is wrong. I’ve found my way in life and heading in the direction I’m supposed to go.” I move beside him and lean against the car as well. “The biker’s name is Watcher. He’s helped me find my way.”

“You and him seeing each other now?” Disappointment fills Jeremy’s voice. He comes from a wealthy family and is used to getting his way. In this case, he will not.

“We are, and he’s very important to me.”

“You in love with the guy?”

I didn’t expect a question like that, and quite frankly, I hadn’t yet considered the word love with Watcher. I didn’t know enough about love to say if I was. I decide to move off that subject.

“You liked seeing him fuck me on the desk?” I ask.

“Wow,” he says.

“Don’t wow me. You fucking jerked off right there in front of us.” Maybe it was a guy thing. No. I enjoyed it, too.

“Yeah. I guess I did.”

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