“No,” King groaned. “Don’t you dare say it. She’s the sister of a brother. A brother in the Silver Shadows.”
“What’s that saying,when you know, you know?”
“You don’t know shit!” King roared. “You’re head’s still messed up from the accident!”
Grinning, I simply said, “Head’s never been clearer, Prez.”
“That’s because you’re thinking with your other head!”
“Gotta go, Prez,” I muttered, disconnecting the call and watching as she climbed into her car.
Well, this shit just got more interesting.
Chapter Eight
C.C.
Storming into the house, I ran upstairs, slammed my bedroom door shut, and screamed bloody murder.
Furious, I kicked off my shoes and threw myself on my bed.
The nerve of that man.
So what if he gave me the best damn orgasm I ever had? So what if his dick needed to be enshrined in glass so women all around the world could genuflect before its awesomeness?
None of that meant shit if he had bad manners, and by that, I meant if he couldn’t remember who he fucked!
What was I? Another woman in a long line of conquests?
“Bastard,” I grumbled, rolling onto my back, throwing my arm over my eyes. If I ever saw him again, it would be too soon.
“Who’s a bastard?”
Huh?
Looking around my room, I sat up and said, “Who said that?”
“Me, you goof. You butt dialed me.”
Reaching for my phone, I sighed, seeing Amber’s face.
“Oh, it’s you.”
“Gee, thanks. I’m happy to see you too. So who’s the bastard?”
Propping my phone on the stand on my side table, I laid down and looked at the screen. “The storage closet guy.”
“Ooh.” Amber grinned, wiggling her eyebrows. “And the plot thickens. And how do you know he’s a bastard?”
“’Cause he showed up at the track today and didn’t remember me.”
Amber frowned. “I’m confused. I thought he was in Virginia?”
“And now he’s here.”
“And that’s a bad thing? Correct me if I’m wrong, C.C., but you said storage closet guy was the best sex you ever had.”
“He was until he opened his damn mouth.” I groaned, then added, “And to make matters worse, he’s the fucker Ansel brought in to replace Mitch.”