Page 76 of Wild Ride

He nods his head, and I grab the last beer, my body swaying as I take a step forward. Fuck. I wasn’t expecting to be thisdrunk. Walking through the bar, I make my way toward the hallway that leads to the bedrooms, but everything gets blurry.

So fucking blurry.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

DAKOTA

I spenta good hour hanging out with Briana in her room, talking about anything and everything except one singular topic—me staying here.

I’m not sure if she’s avoiding it altogether or hoping that something will change, but either way, we don’t speak about it. And I’m okay with that. I’ve had an emotional few days as it is. Taking a little break from all things that cause my heart to race in either fear or excitement is admittedly lovely.

“You know that I just worry about you,” she whispers as I stand at the door.

Giving her a small smile, I dip my chin in a nod. “I know you are, but I don’t know how else to explain this other than it’s just right. When I walked into my dad’s home for the first time, I knew it. This was meant for me.”

“I’m happy that you have found yourself,” she says, although I don’t believe her words.

She’s saying them to make me feel better, but she absolutely is not happy with my decisions. I have to accept that and accepther feelings on the situation. Because I am going to continue to live the life that I feel is mine.

I wonder if my mother felt this way when she walked, or rather ran, away from my father, too. Maybe I’m more like her than I realize. That thought makes me feel some kind of way, and I decide that I don’t want to investigate that feeling, so I push it down and ignore it.

I open the bedroom door, step out into the hallway, and close it behind me. I’m walking down the hall, past several bedrooms that line each side of the hallway, making my way toward Bishop’s bedroom so I can wait for him when I hear a noise.

A familiar noise.

A groan.

A groan I recognize.

I turn my head toward said noise, and my entire body freezes at the sight in front of me. The door is wide open, though I’m sure it’s by design. Because the moment my eyes focus on what I’m seeing in front of me, my gaze meets hers.

I watch as Exorcist, the only name I know her by, sucks Bishop’s dick. It’s like a catastrophe that you’re witnessing in real time and can’t look away from. No, it’s notlikethat. Itisthat. My lips part, my eyes widen, and I watch as this woman sucks my fiancé’s cock.

Her eyes don’t look away from mine, and I can’t tear my own away from hers. With each stroke of her mouth, she makes an even bigger show of what she’s doing. Her hands play with his balls, and she takes all of him down her throat, making extra gagging noises when she does.

And every second I watch it happen, my heart breaks a little more.

I don’t look at him. I don’t take him in because all I can see is her. This bitch who made it very clear that she was going todo everything in her power to get rid of me. But it’s not even her fault. It’s mine.

I walked away at one point, and I let this man bring me back here. I should have stayed gone. I should have got in my car and driven away, selling everything. My initial gut reaction to this woman, to this life, was clearly correct.

And so was Briana’s.

Taking half a step backward, I start to walk away, run, sprint… although I don’t know where I’m going to go because my rental car is still at my father’s house. But that’s when she decides to stop what she’s doing and acknowledge me.

Except, it’s not at all in the way that I would want her to. In fact, her words make me feel physically ill.

“You want to join?” she asks. “It’ll be fun, and Bullet will love it. His favorite girl and his old lady together. That’s hot as shit.”

His.

Favorite.

Girl.

Shifting my gaze from hers, I look at him, my eyes dragging up to his body. He’s lying on his back on the bed, his eyes closed but a smile tugging on his lips. If I were to really take him in, maybe I could gauge what’s actually happening here, but he looks happy enough, and he’s been moaning as she sucks him off. That’s enough for me. He also doesn’t reject her offer to kindlyallowme to join them.

Wordlessly, I turn away from them and walk down the hallway toward the bar. I hear her laughter following me down the hall, echoing against the walls around me and then bouncing off my brain as my feet quickly carry me away from them.

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