Page 16 of Lore
At least I can personally vouch for the fact that he tore mine to shreds.
“He’s very fun to be around,” she muses, tilting her head to the side. “And he’s loving and charming. We always call him a heartbreaker.”
“He knows what women want.” I sigh, missing my next shot and sitting back on the stool. “He used to be a stripper, you know. He knows how to turn on a woman. Imagine him with his ripped abs, tattoos, and his long hair down. He’s literally made for sin, and he knows it. Add in a few hip thrusts, and the women were panting at his feet.”
He might not be stripping anymore, but that hasn’t changed.
Ora’s blue eyes widen, and then she bursts out into laughter. “Well, he’s been hiding that one from us. A stripper? While you two were together? Oh fuck, you poor woman.”
I nod, wrinkling my nose. “Yeah.”
And I would be watching from the bar. We needed the money back then. We had just gotten a rental together, and didn’t have anything to our names. The money he made was good, and it got us by, but that didn’t mean I liked it.
I fucking hated seeing other women pawing at him.
A pretty petite blonde with curly hair steps into the room, smiling widely when she spots us. She’s wearing a pastel pink top with Lu’s Sweet Treats written on it. She must work at a bakery.
“Atiana, this is my best friend, Lu. Lu, Atiana,” Ora introduces, sharing a secret look with her friend.
“You are stunning,” Lu comments, tucking a lock of her hair back behind her ear. Her gaze softens, her brow furrowing when she notices my face. “It’s so nice to meet you. You are all everyone can talk about around here right now.”
“Lovely,” I mutter, then grin. “It’s nice to meet you too. Hunter said you are both old ladies? I’m still trying to figure out this whole biker thing.”
“Hunter?” Lu frowns, before her green eyes widen in realization. “Oh, Lore. I didn’t even know his name was Hunter.”
“Me either,” Ora adds, shrugging. “It kind of suits him, though.”
“Where did Lore come from?” I ask.
“I thought his name was Loren.” Ora laughs, but I notice she doesn’t answer my question.
“I’ve got to head back to the bakery,” Lu says, checking the time on her phone. “But I dropped off some cupcakes and slices for you all, so help yourself.” She then turns to me. “Where are the kids? I’d love to meet them. Lore told us in the group chat that his son looks just like him.”
“Lore’s with Rider, and Dove is asleep,” I explain, nodding toward the baby monitor Lore had sent a prospect out to get for her, along with a cot, another car seat, and some toys. It was very thoughtful, especially considering Dove isn’t even his. “And… group chat?”
“Yeah, Lore infiltrated the Baddies chat group,” Lu explains, rolling her eyes. “He likes to know the women’s gossip. I’ll add you to the group.”
“Oh, that’s nice. I don’t know how long I’ll be staying here, though,” I rush to explain, not mentioning that I’m staying off social media and didn’t even bring my phone. I don’t need to make it easier for Trent to track me down. Not that he could just walk in here even if he knew where I was.
The two women share another look.
“Look at all these beautiful women,” comes a deep, husky tone. I turn around and see one of the twins standing there. He winks at me when he catches my eye.
“Atiana was just telling us that she doesn’t know how long she’ll be staying here,” Ora says, her lip twitching.
The corners of his lips turn up in a shit-eating grin. “Is that so? I have a feeling you’ll be staying for quite a while, sweetheart.”
“I’m just here until?—”
“Fuck, Lore always gets the hottest women,” comes another masculine voice, and I turn my head to see a pair of slate-gray eyes framed in the darkest lashes give me an extremely slow once-over. His perfectly tousled hair and stubble are just the icing on the cake. He’s wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his ink. And he smells good. His spicy cologne isn’t too strong and kind of makes me want to lean closer to him.
“This is Suit,” Lu introduces, then glances at the time again. “Shit, I really do have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I nod because I don’t think I’ll be leaving the clubhouse until this situation is handled.
We all wave goodbye to her, and then Ora puts her cue back, giving up on our game of pool.
When my gaze returns to Suit, I find his eyes on my mouth, his jaw suddenly tight. It’s clear the men here don’t like my bruises, and it lets me know that they are good men.
