Page 45 of Taming the Bear
We got this. Don’t worry. Meet you at the spot tomorrow to test out everything.
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I feel invasive as I read these emails that discuss blowing up Joe. He’s probably not going to win any popularity contests or anything, but I don’t think he’s a bad guy. Could I be wrong? I don’t think so.
I save the dozens of emails that are from his Veep and someone else so that I could show Joe when he comes back. Looking around his room, I notice that I’ve left quite a mess so I begin to clean everything up.
Just when I’m putting my equipment away, I hear someone at the door and they are listening. I creep over to the door and stick my ear to it so I could hear if whomever is out there is talking about me or whatever.
“What do you think she’s been doing this whole time?” A female asks and I immediately recognize her voice as the Slut.
Someone else puts their ear to the door. “I think it’s creepy that she’s been locked in there for so long.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Joe’s powerful and husky voice makes my insides quiver. I quickly run back to the bed so he doesn’t catch me spying on him and the sluts. “Why are you circling my room like a bunch of sharks?”
The Slut giggles and I jump off the bed again to see what she’s doing. I look through the peephole and see her toss her fake blonde hair back and rub her tits on Joe’s chest.
Fuck this bitch up!
I fight the urge to open the door and kick her ass all over again. How dare she flirt with him like this when she knows that I’m just inside of here.
“Oh, Bear, we were trying to see if your friend wanted to come hang out with us or something. We were getting ready for the party tonight…” she giggles again.
For fuck’s sake. He can’t honestly think that she’s trying to be nice to me by including me. No, she will probably stab me as I’m getting dressed or something. Or worse. Poison my drink and then tell everyone I’m easy.
I didn’t go to the traditional college at the traditional age, but I’ve heard of all the bad stories surrounding hazing. I’m not going to be a victim to her and her dumb ass behavior. Fuck her.
The Bear
The moment I had seen the flies circling around my room talking about Chantal, I knew they were going to be a problem. Val, Kate and Britney have been around long enough to know that my room is off limits to everyone but those that I invite back. I’m pissed as fuck that they are near my door and are trying to fuck with Chantal.
Chantal’s not like these girls. She doesn’t have daddy issues or something and she’s here to do a job for me. Not to trap a brother into making her an ol’ lady or something like these sluts are doing right now.
I’m disgusted as fuck to admit that I have fucked all three of them a few times before they ran off to sleep with a different one of the brothers.
Val was the one that was pissed off that I wouldn’t wife her up and make her my ol’ lady. One, I don’t need that kind of stress from her. And two, she’s not the type of person that would stay by my side if I get locked up. Val is the type of person that is attracted to money and the status. I have money and I have the highest status in the club, so I was her prime target.
Kate on the other hand, she just likes to have a good time and doesn’t care who knows that. She’s a woman who loves to fuck and she will continue to do that until she’s ready. Half Ball tried to lock her down because she kept fucking him all the time but she said no.
Now, Britney. We didn’t get past oral sex because I couldn’t keep it hard with her. She’s the one that has daddy issues and she’s looking for a saviour. I’m nobody’s saviour and I won’t pretend to be. Plus, she’s in love with Mack Truck.
That’s what I like about Chantal. She doesn’t need me to save her but I want to. It’s a vicious cycle. She doesn’t need me but I need her to need me.
“Stay away from her,” I growl.
Britney steps up and places her hand on my shoulder but I block it out of the way. “Bear, we were just trying to be nice. Honest.”
“Find someone else to bother because I’ve got plans with my woman,” I state and pull my keys out to unlock the door. “Go.”
I slam the door in their faces and am pleasantly surprised to see Chantal sitting on the bed with a guilty look on her face. “I take it you heard that?” I question even though it’s obvious.
“Uh,” she starts and then looks off to the left. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“Sure, baby,” I reply and then look at my bed that is full of a bunch of shit. “What’d you do to my bed?” I muse.
Quickly, she begins showing me everything that she has printed out in neat piles on my bed. I love watching her face light up as she discusses everything that she has found. It’s like watching a kid open up their birthday presents.
I’m reading the emails that Smokey is sending someone else and my blood begins to boil. My Veep tried to kill me so he could gain my club. What a fucking asshole.
