Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I don’t think there is anything particularly bad about selling sex, or having many partners, but I would always let things go too far, trying to please guys, and once that happens, retreating can be incredibly difficult. Of that, I am ashamed.
I also worry that despite all the acceptance Creed has given me so far, this might be too much. What if he worries that I’ll cheat on him, unable to stick to one man, or something of that nature?
What if he blames me for what happened with Domino earlier?
“Look, I’m sorry. Maybe we should have talked sexual history in detail, but I wanted you so much, and—it was just easier not to.”
Creed takes his time as his frown deepens. “He’s an ex. What’s it matter? I don’t care how many guys you’ve been with. It’s your business. Unless… there’s a reason you’re telling me this?” His dark eyes cut into my heart like razors. “Does he still… mean something to you?”
Every word coming out of his mouth makes the furious pulsing in my head speed up, until all I can hear is my frantic heart, but I decided to tell him everything, and I will.
“It’s Domino.”
Creed’s fingers tighten on the vest he’s still holding between us like a prize I don’t deserve. “I don’t understand. Did you… look for him tonight? He’s a bastard, Angel.” His breathing quickens, and I need to put a lid on this, because I’ve not expressed myself right at all.
“No!” I step forward, showing him the palms of my hands. “He’s the reason why I originally didn’t want to go to the rally. I knew that if he caught sight of me, it would be game over, and if you weren’t looking, he’d drag me away somewhere,” I say, forcing the words out through my clenched teeth. The muscles of my jaw ache, and so does my throat, but I keep going, because I won’t tell him the rest if I lose my courage. “He’s a nutjob and wouldn’t leave me alone. I even tried to get away one time, and he ended up slashing my tires, so I figured it’s safer for him to get bored of me. But he just wouldn’t! He won’t admit he’s gay, and since I am available, he wouldn’t let go.”
Creed throws the vest over his shoulder and steps closer to stroke my shoulders. “Oh, Angel… I’ll have a nice long chat with him, don’t worry.”
And this was exactly what I was worried about most. “No, you can’t!” There’s too much air in my lungs, so I shut my eyes and exhale, already imagining Creed bleeding from a wound in his head, after Domino tracks him down somewhere. “He’ll kill me. He told me he’ll bury me if I tell anyone about him!”
Creed tightens his grip on my shoulders, looking into my eyes. “Oh, now he’s fucking dead. I’ll get rid of him, Angel. I won’t tell a soul.”
“I knew you’d say that,” I mumble, shaking my head as worry grows, making me jittery and sick. “But I don’t want you to do anything. Maybe he will back off now that he knows I’m taken? Because what if he ends up hurting you? Or if his brothers find out, and there’s once again war between your two clubs? I’m not worth all that risk!”
He grabs my hand. “You are. You are who people would start wars over if this was one of my favorite books. But I understand you might not want that.” Creed takes a long shaky breath. “I could always… provoke a confrontat—”
“No, Creed, he’s angry, but he’ll let go. He’s in the closet, he won’t rock the boat. I just needed you to know, because I want no lies between us.”
It takes a while, but he finally nods. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is.” I swallow and lower my head before stepping straight into his arms. I love that he smells of my soap, cotton, and leather, and when his strong arms close around me, I feel invincible. “May I get a patch with your real name?” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the base of his neck.
“Only if you wear this one for now.” Creed says against the side of my head.
My heart feels so light now that I’ve shared my awful secret with him, and there’s also peace to knowing he listens to what I want instead of going after Domino, guns blazing, for his own satisfaction.
For the first time, I’m with someone who cares about my opinions, and I’m so fucking grateful that I can’t stand another minute without that leather vest.
“Put it on me,” I ask and spin around, stretching my arms back. His gaze burns, and I cock my head to show him my vulnerable neck.
Creed moves silently as he slips the vest on me like he’s handing me a crown. It’s just some leather with words on it, but in my mind, this is it, more important than a ring would be. I accept being his and trust that he will cherish me as his possession.