Page 108 of Reaper's Claim

I hadn’t seen her this morning or last night when I did the walk of shame back into the clubhouse followed by a furious father.

So how on earth does she know?

“Dad told me.”

“Liar.”

“Fine, I overheard it.”

“Overheard him telling it to who?”

A satisfied smile bloomed into a full-blown grin. “Reaper.”

I groaned instantly, falling back into the pillows and putting one over my face.

This just had to happen, didn’t it? Now Kade is going to think I’m over him or something or worse, he will do something stupid and start screwing his way through the club meat.

“I have to find him.” I threw the blankets back.

Kim pushed the blankets away from her. “Who are you going to find?”

“Reaper, of course!”

Was she that thick? I had just tightened my jeans button when she got off the bed.

“Well, if you are going to go tell him it was a big mistake and you were hurting or some other bullshit like that, you should know this.” She stood, hands on hips, blocking my bedroom door. “Men have two emotions: love and hate. They either love something to death or they hate something till it’s dead. Reaper cares for you, Abby, and I don’t think you fully understand what the power of that love can do to a man.”

“Reaper doesn’t love me; he loves the idea of having a woman. Which is why I’m going to go tell him we are finished. Completely and utterly finished.”

She tilted her head to the side, examining me before stepping out of my way.

“You were never a good liar, Abby,” Kim said before letting the door swing open.

I wasn’t lying.

It was over with Reaper.

It had to be.

I swallowed sharply while marching down the hallway. I would not let any man tell me what I can and can’t do.

***

The one day that I actually want him to be around, he isn’t. That was just my luck. I groaned to myself, leaving the empty boardroom, which was the last place I could think of where he might be. It turned out that that decision was a terrible one because guess who I walked into on my way out?

Roach.

To say I was avoiding him was an understatement.

“Abby.” His tone was softer and perhaps gentler. “Been waiting for you to poke your head out of your room.”

“What, couldn’t come to me?” I glared down at my sandals.

“Didn’t think you would want to see me, darling.” He gently cupped the side of my face, bringing my head up to look into his eyes.

The regret boiled within his eyes and his face twisted with guilt.

“I’m sorry darling, I know you can’t forgive me for this yet, but I wanted you to know I’m sorry.”

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