Page 68 of Ethan's Sky

One more notch to add to his belt.

If the rumors I’ve heard are true, now that Ethan has had Scarlet, he’ll move on. I probably won’t see him at the Pearl after last night. There’s no challenge for him anymore. He got what he wanted.

Instead of dwelling on my fucked up moment of weakness, I shift my focus to the Pearl and what Vincenzo is asking of me.

With Violet leaving, Vincenzo called me and asked if I’d like to do a couple solo performances like the one, I did last night. He said the audience loved it. People were talking about it long after I left for the night. Changing up the current set would go a long way to make room for another headliner since I’ll be leaving soon myself.

Ethan definitely loved it.

NO! I promised myself I wouldn’t dwell on what transpired between us. I never should’ve done it.

Don’t get me wrong, it was amazing. My body was still buzzing this morning, my traitorous pussy was wet and wanting when I woke up. I knew it was a terrible idea, but I’ve longed for his touch, to feel him inside me again for so long. I know he hatesme,but I figured letting him have Scarlet was the only way to give us both what we were starving for.

That’s enough Sky! Stop dwelling on it!

I need to focus on the problem at hand.

I still have a babysitter, and unless it’s Cash, I can’t get to the Pearl. He’s the only one who knows about my job there and I’m certain if I took a prospect out there with me to spend the day while I worked, they’d have to call Gabe and rat me out.

So, I did what any girl in my position would…I begged Cash this morning, bribing him with more time with Sherrie and of course, my undying devotion as his best friend in the entire world. When we pulled into the clubhouse yard, he gave me some bullshit about needing to get through church first, thenmaybehe could take me, but he wasn’t going to promise in case Gabe or Eli made a liar out of him.

What sucks is church could be ten minutes or ten fucking hours. It depends on what these assholes have to discuss and if they can keep the conversation on track.

Not likely.

As soon as I walk past Ethan, my body ignites.I’m so screwed.

Cash asked me if I was okay last night and all I could say was ‘fine’. I couldn’t tell him what I did. He knew something was wrong. Of course he did. Santiago drove me home and told Cash to meet me there. While the guys all thought he was with his favorite backroom delight, he was actually escaping out the backdoor to meet me at the house.

I don’t bother talking to anyone, I don’t know what I’d say if I tried. Instead, I make my way across the floor toward the kitchen in search of something to eat.

Candi’s hanging around the common room vying for the guys’ attention. Drea and Rachel are talking near the stage. Yep, the clubhouse has a stage with three poles attached. I’m sure they’re for Ghost’s girls when they come to entertain the men. I pause to take in the sight. They appear to be discussing some type of dance moves, I think.

I smile to myself when I think about how they’d all react if they knew I could teach my uncle’s girls a thing or two about dancing for money. I may not have tips being shoved in my G-string, but I can damn sure bet Vincenzo pays me a helluva lot more than those girls see in a night, and I don’t have to suck cock to earn it.

I laugh to myself at the thought.

I keep moving and pass through the kitchen doors deciding I don’t need to be left alone with the club girls. After how embarrassed Rachel was at the funeral, I don’t suspect she’d be so happy to spend time with me anyway.

The memory of Caleb putting her in her place brings an even bigger smile to my face.

In the fridge I find all the fixings for a sandwich and toss them on the center island. I grab the mustard and mayo and add them to the pile. I find the bread in the cabinet next to the fridge along with paper plates and cups. I toss a plate down, grab a knife from the block, and begin putting my sandwich together when I hear two feminine voices coming my way.

“If he doesn’t see what’s right in front of him, you need to let his sorry ass go, babe. Go find you one of those college guys you’re always telling me about. See how the other side lives.”

“You’re one to talk Sadie Jay. You don’t think I know who you’re pining after? You’re in the same boat as me. Admit it. You can’t let go of the hope of something happening any more than I can.” Jayde snaps. I clear my throat, so they know they’re not alone before Sadie loses her shit and starts spewing information, I’m sure she doesn’t want anyone else to know.

“Oh, hey Sky. What are you doing here?” Jayde asks, turning her full attention to me and ignoring Sadie’s glare.

I lift my sandwich and take large bite. “Eating.” I manage around my food.

“Damn, that looks good. You got any more?” Sadie asks, snatching the bread and a plate for herself.

“Help yourself.” I chuckle.

They both start making sandwiches and making themselves at home. I guess it’s only fair. They grew up here, so I guess it is their home. Jayde’s dad in the original club enforcer, her brother the SAA. Sadie happens to be under the ward of Jayde’s parents, but she’s also Gabe’s niece and Caleb and Liz’s granddaughter. They both have MC blood running through their veins.

“So, what two idiots are we discussing?” I ask, not making eye contact, hoping to make easy conversation.

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