Page 20 of Rage & Paradise
Coca is a little woman compared to Pooh. He’s a big man, but over the years he’s lost quite a bit of weight. Still not enough for him to be able to control a motorcycle safely, but at least he’s getting his health in order.
Pooh may not be a patched brother, but he’s been with the club for so long as our IT specialist that everyone here already sees him as family.
Coca squeals and slaps at his back, screaming something about cursing him if he dares throw her in the water.
Pooh instantly stops.
Smart man.
I wouldn’t bet against Coca’s hexing skills. I don’t fully believe in all that spiritual crap, but I’m not going to chance it.
My eyes drift to the left for what feels like the millionth time since we’ve been out here. Once again I’m pissed off.
Yet another man is standing next to Estrella. I don’t know him, but it sure does look like he’s trying to get better acquainted with her.
They laugh, but Estrella looks uneasy, as if she’s waiting for him to go away but trying not to be impolite about it.
It almost seems like she doesn’t like all the attention she’s getting. That’s fucking laughable. When we were younger, I remember her thriving on attention.
I don’t know what is said, but soon the man walks away from her. Estrella isn’t on her own for very long. Not more than ten seconds later, a different man strides up to her.
Now I can’t keep my eyes off the interaction. I want to not care, but the fact that it looks like she’s uncomfortable is painting her as hypocritical in my mind.
Is she truly that much of a stuck-up priss that she has to act like that? Does she think she’s too good for the people in this area? Too good to be associated with the club?
I have to stop myself from jumping up when I watch the man put his hand on her waist.
Who the fuck does he think he is touching her?
Instantly I squelch the emotion down. I force myself to look away from the two of them and take stock of what’s going on inside of me.
Is this jealousy?
No. Fuck that.
I don’t want Estrella. She’s gorgeous, has a body that most women will pay for, and is sharp as a fucking whip, but I don’t want her.
When I was younger and living in the same house as her, I did have some very intense fantasies about her. I’ve come hundreds of times thinking about her body or those pouty, luscious lips, but I always chalked that up to being a teenager living next to a bouncy, blossoming girl. I’m sure I’ve jerked off to dozens of women I would never think about being with. She’s in that category.
I’m sure what I’m feeling right now is anger due to her just being here. Happy. She’s got a smile on her face when I would prefer her to be in the corner somewhere miserable.
With a new goal in mind, I get up and make my way in her direction.
“I’m saying, is this Seda place the only way for me to get in contact with you? Can’t we meet up somewhere else? I’m only here for a few days and I’d hate to?—”
I can hear what the man is saying as I move closer to them. I should wait for Estrella to answer, but I’m not about to allow anyone to undermine what we’ve got going on in the club.
“You want to find yourself a girlfriend, check the boardwalk or the marketplace.” I glare at the man, who is shocked that I’ve just inserted myself into their conversation. “She’s working right now. Fuck off.” I growl, and that’s enough to get the man scurrying away.
“I guess that’s one way to end the conversation,” Estrella says and looks off into the distance at the bright blue water lapping at the sandy shore.
“If you wanted to end the conversation, you could’ve simply said you weren’t interested.” I grumble and stand next to her.
“Isn’t the point of us being here today to try and find more clients? I thought you guys wanted us as approachable as possible.”
She isn’t wrong about that. It won’t do the club or Seda any good if the girls all act like they can’t be bothered.
“Why are you standing here like you’d rather be anywhere else, anyway?”
