Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“So, what?” I bellow back. “So, what?”
“How naïve are you, Scarlett? He’s a biker. Bikers aren’t safe. They’re criminals. He’s likely only in it for a bit of action with someone famous. You’re risking everything, for the scum of the Earth.”
Her words light a fire—a god damned fire—inside me. Maverick is anything but the scum of the earth. He might be a biker, but that does not mean he is some dirty, drug dealing thug. I won’t have it. My breaking point has been reached, and dammit, do I unleash.
“How. Dare. You,” I hiss, glaring at her. “That man has protected me, because nobody else fucking believed me. Not you. Not anyone.”
“I put security on extra watch, what more do you want?”
“What I want is to stop living in this fucking prison. He’s been at every show, doing a far better job than those pathetic men outside you call security. I’ve snuck past them more than once, and you know what? They haven’t noticed. It was that easy. And you’re trying to tell me they are on extra protection? That they care what happens to me? That you’re taking me seriously? No. If you were, they would have been at my door every single time I’m in this room, not in a lobby, distracted by the hot ass that’s walking in, instead of watching out for trouble.”
Her face goes slack.
I’m panting with rage.
“You will not see that man again. He will be banned from every show. And security will be glued to your damned side 24/7.”
I blink.
No.
Hell no.
“You don’t get to run my life like that, Susan. You do not get to. I am a grown woman, if I want to go out, date someone, and enjoy my life, I can. There is absolutely nothing in the world that can hold me back from that any longer, not even you.”
“You have a reputation,” she screams. “How will the media take it when they see you on the back of a bike? Imagine the stories that will be unleashed if they find out you’re slumming it with criminals.”
Jesus.
She has no idea.
None.
“You mean like Trey?” I snap, and her face goes white. “He was a criminal, biggest of them all, but you didn’t seem to care what the media thought of him.”
“We didn’t know.”
“Every story under the sun was spun about him, every story. The media will make up whatever they want. You know that. It won’t matter what man I’m with. Hell, Trey was a member of the mafia, he was an undercover cop, he was my bodyguard and we were having a saucy affair, the media came up with a million different stories, and they will again. It’s not enough to put my entire life on hold.”
“This could ruin you, Scarlett. Because he is a biker, he isn’t just ‘assumed’ to be, which means the stories will be worse, they will have a much larger affect.”
“I don’t care.”
She stares at me. “What is wrong with you?”
“I want to live my life, and I won’t hold back a single second more.”
She starts shaking her head. “You won’t. You’re going to stay in this room until tonight, and then you’re going to be escorted home after the show.”
“You don’t get to do that,” I growl.
“Watch me,” she says, her voice icy. “I dare you to cross me, Scarlett. I have the ways and means to get you to do what I want, so I suggest you do it without argument, because I really don’t want to have to use them. Do not leave this hotel before your show tonight.”
Then she turns and storms out, leaving me standing, staring, mouth agape.
I don’t know if what she’s saying is true or if she’s just throwing threats around. I don’t know if there is something in one of the many contracts I’m under that says I have to abide by such rules when I’m on tour. I’ve signed so many in the last five years, they’ve all blurred together and I don’t recall any specific parts.
Either way, right now I’m too angry to do anything but sit here and brood.
So, that’s what I do.
Damn her.
Damn all of this.
-15-
MAVERICK
I can still smell her sweet pussy, the scent burned into my skin. God. The way it fucking tasted, the way she moaned and squirmed and screamed my name. My dick is so fucking hard it hurts. I slept all night with the taste of her still lingering in my mouth and the smell of her filling my senses every now and then. She’s doing my fucking head in, and I can’t get her out. I can’t get enough of her.
I reach down, sliding my hands into my boxers and curling a fist around my cock. I’m horny. Fuck. Last night only made it that much worse. I stroke my dick, and my balls tuck up tight. I need to ease this pressure, though I know it won’t fucking last long. The second I see her again, and think about that sweet cunt, I’m going to be right back to raging hard. Still.