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Raptor
AFTER I HUNG UP with Adriana, I walked into the kitchen and brewed some coffee. As I poured myself a cup, Brandy sauntered in wearing a red teddy under a sheer robe that left little to the imagination.
“Oh, I thought you’d taken off already,” she said with a coy smile.
Noticing the gleam in her eye, I took a step back. I knew what the hell Brandy was doing – she was wearing the outfit for me, hoping that I’d cave in and f**k her. The girl was a nymphomaniac and although I was pretty horny from not getting laid in the last two weeks, I wasn’t about to give in. “I was in the garage, changing oil.”
She walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. “Oh, for your motorcycle?”
“No. Too cold to be riding anything in Iowa but a cage now. I was changing the oil in my truck.”
She leaned over, her ass sticking in the air as she searched around for something to eat. “I didn’t know you even owned a truck.”
I looked away. “Lots of things have changed since we broke up.”
She grabbed a jar of pickles and stood up straight. “I guess so.”
I turned back and glanced down at the jar. “Pickles for breakfast, huh? You must be pregnant.”
She put it on the counter and unscrewed the cover. “Yeah, I guess it’s true what they say about pregnant women craving pickles,” she said, taking the largest one out. She opened her mouth and slid the pickle inside, sucking the juice noisily while she watched for some kind of a reaction from me.
I bit back a smile. I had to give her credit, when she wanted something, she didn’t hold back. “I see you’re enjoying the hell out of that one.”
She winked. “What can I say? I love to suck on things.”
Ignoring her comment, I drank my coffee quickly. It was time to leave before she took it a step further, which I knew she would. “Well, there’s another jar in the pantry if you need more,” I said, walking over to the sink. I turned on the water and rinsed out my cup. “Help yourself.”
She came up behind me and slid her hands around my waist. “What if I said I wanted your pickle,” she whispered, running her fingers along my zipper.
I stiffened up. “Enough,” I muttered, grabbing both of her hands. I turned around and stared down at her. “You’ve got to stop doing this shit.”
“You’re hard, Trevor,” she said, giving me that old ‘come-f**k-me’ stare. “You know, if you’d like, I’ll take care of it. And, don’t worry,” she smiled wickedly. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“I’m not going there with you. Besides, it’s just a reflex,” I said, releasing her hands. I moved around her. “Now, go and get some f*****g clothes on.”
“Trevor, wait,” she said, as I headed toward the kitchen door.
Frustrated, I turned around. “What?”
“Are you still seeing her?”
“Her name is Adriana, and yes, I am. I told you before, Brandy, she’s my Old Lady now.”
She put her hands on her waist. “Then where has she been?” she said, her voice cracking. “I mean, she sure as hell took off when she found out that I was pregnant. Most women would have stayed with their man, even in that circumstance.”
“She’s confused. It’s not every day that I ask a woman to marry me and then thirty minutes later, have her find out that I might be a father to someone else’s kid.”
“You asked her to marry you?” she croaked, her eyes filling with tears.
I nodded.
“You never asked me. I was your Old Lady for two years and not once did you ask me to marry you.”
“How do you know that I wasn’t going to?” I snapped, remembering a time when I’d been looking at rings. It was around Valentine’s Day the year before, and I’d come so close to buying her an engagement ring. But, Slammer had called my cell, ordering me back to the clubhouse. Looks he’d saved me that time, too.
She started to cry. “I’m so sorry, Trevor. Maybe if I’d have known…”
I grunted. “What? You wouldn’t have ended up in another man’s bed?”
Brandy started in with the familiar apologies and excuses but I cut her off. “I don’t want to hear any of this from you,” I said, glaring at her. The f**k if she was going to turn this around and try to make me feel guilty. Me? “For one, you knew how important you were to me. I patched you. I made you my f*****g Old Lady. Would I have married you? Eventually. But, that ship has sailed and we’re at the point of no return. The only reason you’re living in my house is so that if that kid is mine, I know it has a roof over its head. As far as me and you? Get that s**t out of your mind because I’m in love with Adriana, now.”
“Really?” she scoffed “You love her? You barely even know her.”
“What the hell does that matter?” I replied. “You and I were together for two years, Brandy, and I didn’t f*****g know you, either.”
“But –”
“Save your excuses,” I said, leaving the kitchen. “I’m not interested.”
“Trevor!” she hollered, following me.
I turned on my heel and glared down at her. Hearing my birth name coming out of her lips was now even making me mad. “From now on, call me Raptor.”
The pained look in her eyes almost made me take it back, but then I remembered what had brought us to that point.
“You’re a heartless asshole,” she said bitterly.
“I’m heartless?” I grinned coldly. “It’s funny how the wheels have turned, isn’t it? Look, do us both a favor – you stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. Oh, and one more thing…”
Glaring back at me, she raised her chin. “What?”
“Stop walking around this place half-naked. I’m not interested in talking to you or f*****g you.”
Brandy turned around and stomped into the guestroom. She slammed the door and the entire house shook.
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