a girl can hear Rhett Butler say he doesn't give a damn. I needed the distraction.”
I blankly looked out the window at the passing streetlights. “I thought he was good for me, Rachel.”
She reached over and took my hand, concentrating on the road. “I'm sorry, Constance. Do you want to tell me what happened?”
I didn't want to relive the experience so soon afterwards but I'd have to tell her eventually. “First he took me to the dirtiest dive bar I'd ever been to. The bathroom was co-ed and there was literally shit everywhere. I could only stand to be in there for a minute or two. This black dress was definitely the wrong attire.”
“But at least you look fucking incredible in it,” Rachel interrupted.
I gave her the best smile I could considering the circumstances. “When I got back to Leland, his ex-girlfriend was all over him, kissing him and whispering in his ear.”
Rachel's grip on the steering wheel tightened. “That motherfucker. I'm going to kill him.” Rachel got so cute when she was deadly.
“I just ran out after that.”
Rachel gasped. “And Leland didn't even try to chase you down?”
“Well he did, but his excuse was that she meant nothing to him.”
“Typical male.”
“I feel a lot better already from talking to you about it.”
Rachel patted my thigh. “I'm your sister. I'll always be there for you.”
I leaned over and put my head on her shoulder as she drove. Rachel turned into a Walmart parking lot. “Where are we going.”
Rachel grinned. “This type of situation calls for two things: a big bucket of ice cream and a romantic movie to cry our eyes over.”
“That sounds perfect,” I replied.
“But can we forget the romantic movie. I think I've overloaded on those.”
I laughed so hard snot came out my nose. “Let's just do something else then. How about Wizard of OZ?
Rachel nodded and grabbed my arm as we skipped to Walmart. “We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of OZ!”
Chapter Thirteen
Leland
My head was pounding and no amount of sheets over my head could protect my eyes from the blinding sun. I clumsily reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my watch. It was already two in the afternoon but it felt like I barely got any sleep. Time to finally get up.
I sat up in bed and the room began to spin. It took every ounce of power in my body to keep from hurling all over the comforter. After two deep breaths the intense headache calmed down. I realized that I wasn't at home but at the MC clubhouse in the spare room. What happened last night?
“Good morning, sunshine,” a voice said next to me. I didn't remember sleeping with anybody.
I glanced over hoping it to be Constance, but the curly brunette hair gave it away instantly—Skylar. Fuck. The sheets barely covered the tattoo that bore my name and a used condom wrapper lay on the nightstand next to her. How could I be so stupid?
Skylar leaned over and kissed me on the shoulder. “Last night was absolutely amazing. I'd forgotten what you tasted like.”
I suddenly remembered the beginning of the night with Constance on the motorcycle and the date at the bar. If only Skylar wasn't around to fuck everything up. After Constance left me, I made Randy give me a whole bottle of whiskey. I'd never drank that fast before. It was all a blur after that. Skylar probably didn't even have to try to get into my pants.
I got out of bed and threw my wife-beater over my head. “I need you to leave, Skylar.”
Her jaw dropped along with the sheets that were wrapped around her chest. “What the fuck are you talking about, Leland?” Her large tits looked perfect and I had to turn away from her to hide my growing erection.
“Just get out of here now. Last night was a mistake.”
Skylar smiled and crawled across the bed towards me. “That's not what you told me last night. Those words I've been
I blankly looked out the window at the passing streetlights. “I thought he was good for me, Rachel.”
She reached over and took my hand, concentrating on the road. “I'm sorry, Constance. Do you want to tell me what happened?”
I didn't want to relive the experience so soon afterwards but I'd have to tell her eventually. “First he took me to the dirtiest dive bar I'd ever been to. The bathroom was co-ed and there was literally shit everywhere. I could only stand to be in there for a minute or two. This black dress was definitely the wrong attire.”
“But at least you look fucking incredible in it,” Rachel interrupted.
I gave her the best smile I could considering the circumstances. “When I got back to Leland, his ex-girlfriend was all over him, kissing him and whispering in his ear.”
Rachel's grip on the steering wheel tightened. “That motherfucker. I'm going to kill him.” Rachel got so cute when she was deadly.
“I just ran out after that.”
Rachel gasped. “And Leland didn't even try to chase you down?”
“Well he did, but his excuse was that she meant nothing to him.”
“Typical male.”
“I feel a lot better already from talking to you about it.”
Rachel patted my thigh. “I'm your sister. I'll always be there for you.”
I leaned over and put my head on her shoulder as she drove. Rachel turned into a Walmart parking lot. “Where are we going.”
Rachel grinned. “This type of situation calls for two things: a big bucket of ice cream and a romantic movie to cry our eyes over.”
“That sounds perfect,” I replied.
“But can we forget the romantic movie. I think I've overloaded on those.”
I laughed so hard snot came out my nose. “Let's just do something else then. How about Wizard of OZ?
Rachel nodded and grabbed my arm as we skipped to Walmart. “We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of OZ!”
Chapter Thirteen
Leland
My head was pounding and no amount of sheets over my head could protect my eyes from the blinding sun. I clumsily reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my watch. It was already two in the afternoon but it felt like I barely got any sleep. Time to finally get up.
I sat up in bed and the room began to spin. It took every ounce of power in my body to keep from hurling all over the comforter. After two deep breaths the intense headache calmed down. I realized that I wasn't at home but at the MC clubhouse in the spare room. What happened last night?
“Good morning, sunshine,” a voice said next to me. I didn't remember sleeping with anybody.
I glanced over hoping it to be Constance, but the curly brunette hair gave it away instantly—Skylar. Fuck. The sheets barely covered the tattoo that bore my name and a used condom wrapper lay on the nightstand next to her. How could I be so stupid?
Skylar leaned over and kissed me on the shoulder. “Last night was absolutely amazing. I'd forgotten what you tasted like.”
I suddenly remembered the beginning of the night with Constance on the motorcycle and the date at the bar. If only Skylar wasn't around to fuck everything up. After Constance left me, I made Randy give me a whole bottle of whiskey. I'd never drank that fast before. It was all a blur after that. Skylar probably didn't even have to try to get into my pants.
I got out of bed and threw my wife-beater over my head. “I need you to leave, Skylar.”
Her jaw dropped along with the sheets that were wrapped around her chest. “What the fuck are you talking about, Leland?” Her large tits looked perfect and I had to turn away from her to hide my growing erection.
“Just get out of here now. Last night was a mistake.”
Skylar smiled and crawled across the bed towards me. “That's not what you told me last night. Those words I've been
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