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Fuck him and his VP status.

Chapter 12

Travis

I kissed her. I kissed my best friend's little sister who’s been like my sister for the last ten years. I’m going straight to hell. No stops, just a nonstop flight to agony. It’s what I deserve at this point. Then I was a dick. I was a dick to her because of my mistake and now I feel like shit. I was a dick because it felt way too fucking good. So good I lost all train of thought and forgot who my cock was swelling for. I’ve known Dani long enough to know she’s pissed and she tends to hold a grudge. She is not quick to forgive and if she does it takes a lot of fucking work.

The next morning I’m sitting at the kitchen table with Widow, munching on some Lucky Charms. I slept like shit and the dark circles under my eyes are a tell tell sign. Dani waltzes into the kitchen with a smile on her face as she looks over at Widow.

“Morning Widow,” she chirps as she places a kiss on his cheek.

“Morning D,” he mumbles through a mouth full of cereal.

Like a mask was pulled down over her beautiful smile, she glares over at me and something comes flying to my chest. I’m caught off guard, but I bring my hands up in time to catch the unidentified ball flying in my direction. I glance down and see it’s my T-shirt. The one I told her to keep. The one she’s had since her dad died.

“Morning Dom,” she sneers.

She saunters to the cabinet, pulling out a mug, and fills it with coffee. Not another word comes from her mouth as she exits the kitchen.

I’m stunned and my eyes flicker over to Widow who slowly takes a drink of coffee.

He sets his cup down. “Care to share what the hell that was?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I grumble as I toss the shirt on the chair next to me.

He lifts a brow.

“Let it go Widow.”

He shrugs and tosses his hands up. “I didn’t say anything.”

I stood up and dumped my milk in the sink before heading to the meeting room. Church is this morning and I’m looking forward to anything that will get my mind off the fiery brunette that has my head in a fucking mess.

It’s the next night and I still can’t sleep. I keep replaying the kiss over and over. I’m not sure when the way I look at her changed gears, but it clearly did. Now I can’t get it out of my head. Her soft skin, the way her hair smelled, and her big brown eyes that were boring into mine. Honesty, I knew. I felt it before she did it. Something was luring me in, an invisible force that made my brain lose all ability to make rational decisions.

I tossed the covers aside. There’s nothing else to do when you can’t sleep but raid the kitchen. I could use a drink. The clubhouse is silent as I pad downstairs barefoot. It’s dark, but the dim light above the stove shined through the doorway to the kitchen. I scrub a hand down my face as I step in, but I freeze when I see a figure at the bar. Her. Brown hair flowing down her back, stopping just above her ass.

She brings a cup to her mouth, and without even turning around her voice sails through the quiet kitchen.

“Can’t sleep?”

I swallow and will my feet to carry me over to the fridge.

I shoot her a look as I walk by before opening the door. “Not really, you?”

She gives a quick nod. I pull out some orange juice and turn around to lean against the fridge. Her eyes are fixed on her cup, so I take the opportunity to take in her outfit. As always, she’s wearing a baggy t-shirt, but an unexpected sting hits my chest when I’m disappointed it’s not mine.

I don’t know why, but this is what I blurted out. “You should come to the shop.”

Her eyes shoot up to mine. That familiar glare gracing her features. This I can handle. I can handle this Daniella.

“Why would you even suggest that?” She scoffs. “You know I haven’t been there since dad.”

“I know…. but he wouldn’t want that and you know it. That has always been your dream Dan…”

The bar stool screeches across the floor as she stands. “You don’t know anything about my dreams.” She walks around the bar, placing her cup in the sink. “Dom.” She throws out as she stalks past me.

I reach out before my brain can conjure it’s a bad idea. My large hand engulfs her forearm and she halts. I see her shiver and I know it’s not because she’s cold, which makes my cock twitch and I curse myself. I feel that force, that one that got me into this shit in the first place, so I let go.

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