Page 65 of The Biker's Virgin
Blaine couldn’t believe the audacity of the girl. He knew that she was young and in love with him, but he didn’t want her throwing her life away. He also didn’t want a wild card woman, off doing whatever she pleased and making decisions on his behalf.
“So, you’re not going to come with me?” Olivia whispered.
“Fuck no,” Blaine said, his voice cold.
“Suit yourself,” Olivia said. “I’m going anyway and there’s nothing you can say about it.”
Olivia turned and walked away. Blaine could tell that she was crying, but he was so full of anger he didn’t do anything but watch her walk away.
When she turned to face him, he could see the tears streaming down her face, and it wrenched his heart. He knew that he should say something reassuring, be the good guy, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He did what he did best, and pushed her away.
“Go. Go on the road and fuck your way across the country. I don’t give a shit. Get the fuck out of here, you little whore,” he shouted down the laneway and dismissed her with a flick of his hand.
He saw the pain in her eyes and wanted nothing more than to go back in time thirty seconds to take his harsh words back.
Olivia turned on her heel and ran down the laneway. He heard her little car start up and screech away out of his life.
