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“I have work tomorrow. I’m gonna go to bed.”
“Okay, doll. Good night.”
“G’night.”
I contemplate her words all the way to the clubhouse. She actually expects me to fuck around and she’s not being a bitch about it. It’s crazy, considering what I just went through with Cassidy, and all the jealous bitches I’ve had to deal with in my lifetime. Is Raven just trying to play hard or could she be the exception to every rule? So far, she hasn’t conformed to any conceptions I have of women. She hasn’t even come close.
I’m only semi-hard by the time I drive through the gates, so I’m able to tuck my dick back in my jeans. Inside, the party’s winding down. I navigate through passed-out bodies and make my way to the bar where Motor and Lonnie are sitting. Booker hands me a beer as I sit on the stool next to Motor.
“Tough night, Prez?” Motor asks.
“Yeah. Had to handle some shit.”
Lonnie walks over to me as I take a pull of my beer.
“Maybe I can help you relax.”
She slides her arms around me, biting her lip seductively. I grab her wrist and pull her to a quiet corner.
“There’s some shit we need to get straight.”
“What do you mean?”
“This brother you want to claim you. It’s me, right?”
Her eyes brighten, her expression hopeful as she gazes into my eyes.
“Gage, I’m so glad you finally realized –”
“Listen to me. You’ve been around here long enough to know that I’m not that dude. I’m not looking for an old lady. You need to set your sights somewhere else.”
Somewhere far, far the fuck away.
“But, Gage –”
“No buts. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I gotta be straight. Get that thought out of your head. You and me ain’t gonna happen. Got it?”
She nods weakly and I head to my room, leaving her standing there. Britney tries to intercept me but I wave her off. Even she won’t do it for me tonight. Only one woman can, and I can’t have her yet. I grab my phone, punch “Georgia age of consent” into the search bar, and sure enough, a big, fat “16” stares me in the face. I can kill a man without blinking, but taking something I want, which is totally legal, is grating on my morals.Fuck my life.
CHAPTER 15
***Raven***
I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the small towel I have thrown over my shoulder. It’s fucking hot in the kitchen. I have a newfound respect for the kitchen staff. One of the cooks is sick and I volunteered to help out. Apparently, I volunteered to work in Hell. As Sheila shouts out an order, I add some spices to the black beans I’m working on.
“Girl, that cake you made is a hit! Some dude just bought a whole one.”
I turn to Sheila with a shy smile. Her brown eyes are twinkling as she smiles back.
“Really?”
“Really. You gotta give me the recipe. I’m gonna try it out on Johnny. I swear I’m gonna grow old waitin’ on that man to make a move.”
“He’s a fool. You’re gorgeous, for Christ’s sake.”
And she is. Long brown hair, perfect skin, and she has more curves than I do. Nice ass for a white woman, too. She’s only a few years older than me, but from her stories, she’s quite…experienced.
“Thanks, sweetie. I’m gonna get back out there.”
