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“Go wait outside,” he rumbles, and my brow furrows until I realize he’s not talking to me.

“War—”

War?

That’s his nickname?

“Now,” he barks, and the woman stomps her foot before walking outside.

“Both of you, too,” he orders, and the twins share a confused look before following the blonde. “You better get us something,” one of the brothers calls out through the door.

When we are alone, he leans over the pastel pink counter, bracing himself on his arms, which bulge with the movement.Yeah, they are some nice arms. It’s a shame they potentially belong to a cheater.

“You snuck out…” he says, staring into my eyes, “… without a fucking word. You gonna tell me why?”

“Pretty sure that’s what a one-night stand is,” I reply, picking up some other desserts and putting them into a tray for the twins. I slide them both in front of him, avoiding his heated stare until I have to. “Let me guess, it’s usually you doing the running out?”

Dark eyes flash with annoyance.

Yep.

I bet it’s the first time a woman has left him alone in bed. I get a sick sense of satisfaction at that fact.

“I wasn’t done with you.”

My eyes narrow.This cocky bastard.

Well, I’m done with this conversation. “That will be forty dollars. Wouldn’t want to keep your little girlfriend waiting.”

His lips twitch like I’ve said something amusing. “Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to give you my number, and I’mgoingto get yours. Then tomorrow, I’mgoingto come pick you up and take you for a ride.”

Yeah, I know what kind of ride he wants to give me. My brows furrow as I look toward the door, where the blonde is waiting for him. “No, thank you.”

He pulls out his wallet and places a stack of money on the counter, then picks up one of the trays. I nod to the second one. “For the twins.”

His jaw instantly tightens, any humor in his eyes disappearing. “You don’t give the twins anything, Ora.”

“I can do what I want,War,” I reply, pasting a fake smile on my lips. “And I’m many things, but I’m not a home-wrecker. So fuck you if you made me one.”

“Jealousy looks good on you, baby,” he replies, flashing me a smug grin before picking up the trays and walking out.

When I count the money, there’s one hundred dollars.

I don’t need his sixty-dollar tip.

I simply need him to leave me alone.

CHAPTER THREE

ORA

I skip my Sunday biker-watching. Now that I know War is the club’s VP, I have no intention of hanging around near them. It’s not like I was ever going to approach my father anyway, so maybe it’s a good thing if I stop seeing him. He didn’t want me then, and I doubt he’s going to want me now.

Monday comes around, and I’m back at work.

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