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Natalie shrugs. “Maybe it was a new guy who didn’t know any better.”

“Maybe.”

Stepping forward, I pull my pocket knife out of my pocket and open the package.

“Hey babe, can you go get Twitch in the garage for me, please?”

“Sure. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” I offer her a reassuring smile. I don’t let it drop until she’s out of the room.

Looking back down into the box, I pull the note out that was placed in the fruit bouquet.

It looks like you’ve gained weight, darling.

If you know what’s good for you, you will lose it before you come home.

Your trainer is expecting you tomorrow since you clearly can’t take care of yourself.

-William

I crush the note in my hand. This fucking asshole. Has Natalie gained weight since she showed up at our gate? Yeah, but it was weight she needed, and she looks damn good and feels even better.

What pisses me off more is the fact that he got close enough to see her and that he was able to deliver the package without anyone noticing.

This needs to end. Now.

* * *

Turning, I stare at myself in the mirror. My jeans and T-shirt combo is basic but classic.

But is it enough?

“No, don’t think like that,” I chastise myself.

I know compared to the sweetbutts I’ll be underdressed but that’s okay. I walk out of the bathroom and see Harrison typing away on his phone.

“Hey.”

His head pops up. His eyes darken as he checks me out, making me squirm.

“Do I look okay?” I ask as I tug on the hem of my shirt.

“You look beautiful as always.” He takes three quick steps and pulls me into his body, kissing me hard. “Come on, let’s get there before I decide to say fuck it and keep you in here.”

“Your sister would come barging in if you tried.” I giggle.

Harrison rolls his eyes. “Fucking sisters.”

“Be nice.”

We head out of the bedroom and into the main living area of the clubhouse. Guys and sweetbutts are scattered around.

“Do you want a drink?”

I change my direction and head to the bar. “That sounds good.”

“Hey Queen Bee. Hey Pres. What can I get you guys tonight?” Jacob asks from his spot behind the bar.

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