Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“You saw that?”
“Yes. Don’t worry, I kept Millie occupied. I want her to stay, not run off screaming.”
“You do know she doesn’t have a clue that you want her?”
“I know, and it’ll give me a chance with her,” Baker said. “You’re looking a little flushed.”
“Go away,” she said, chuckling.
She was happy, really happy.
When dinner was ready, she called out to the two in the garden, and Hardy appeared in the kitchen, taking a seat beside her.
Millie thanked Baker as he helped her into her seat.
“This looks delicious,” Millie said.
“Thank you.”
“Rose is a damn fine cook,” Hardy said.
“You both look so sweet together. I’m pleased you’re getting back together.” Millie looked at Hardy then at Rose.
He took her hand, squeezing her, and offering her comfort.
“You both always look really sad when you’re apart. I’m surprised no one else had told you. I always thought it was sad, but I’m pleased you’re both together now, and happy.” Millie smiled at both of them.
Rose couldn’t help but smile back.
The rest of the meal went by with good conversation about everything. Rose steered the conversation to the latest movies. She didn’t have a clue about what Baker had planned for Millie, or how he was going to get another date out of her.
“You’ve seen that movie?” Millie asked when Rose started talking about the latest disaster movie.
“Yes, it was pretty awesome.”
“Damn, I really wanted to go see that one.”
Rose kicked Baker underneath the table, widened her eyes, and nodded toward Millie. The guy didn’t have a single brain cell, or at least that’s the way it seemed to Rose.
“Would you like to go with me?” Baker asked.
“What?” Millie turned to Baker.
“I’ve not seen it, and I want to. Would you like to go out with me to see the movie?”
Rose winced as Baker’s voice rose.
“Erm, yes, I’d like that.”
“Tomorrow night?”
“Yes, if you’re free.”
“He’s free,” Hardy said. “If he’s not, I’m going to make sure he is.”
Later that night, Hardy and Rose watched as Baker followed Millie back to her home.
“He’ll be back soon,” Rose said.
“I know. I asked Lash for you to be watched.”
“I’m not a baby.”
“I know you’re not a baby. I don’t want anything to happen to you, and with one of the prospects watching you, I’ll know nothing bad will happen to you, or to our baby.”
She turned in his arms, and smiled up at him.
“I love you, Hardy.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
Chapter Eight
Rose’s diary entries
Diary entry: 10 years ago
She’s dead, and I don’t know if to be happy or sad. I’m not being traded in, and yet, I’m sad that she’s dead. Would it be easier to know the truth if Hardy would leave me? I don’t know. I really thought if she gave birth, he’d get rid of me. Do I want him to get rid of me?
Life has been strange lately. I’m happy. I’m sad. I trust Hardy. I don’t trust him. What’s the truth anymore? What’s real or not? I’m confused, and I’m scared. Does Hardy even love me anymore? Do I love him anymore?
Diary Entry: 10 years ago
I’ve decided to pretend nothing happened. Hardy hasn’t left, and I don’t see a point in pretending. Hahahahahaha, that’s a laugh. I’m pretending. I wake up, and I make breakfast, talk with my cheating husband, and pretend he’s not that. I pretend I’m not breaking apart inside. I pretend it doesn’t hurt to know that months ago his dick was inside another woman’s pussy. How would he feel if I was to fuck another man? Would he care? Would he give a shit? Would it even matter?
It doesn’t matter though, does it? No, he wouldn’t want to sit down and talk about it. No, we’re not allowed to talk or do fucking anything without that bastard’s permission.
Fuck this, and fuck Hardy, and fuck men.
Diary Entry: 10 years ago
Today is a bad day. Hardy’s not around. He’s on a ride with Tiny and the guys. I’m scared. What if he finds another woman? I love and hate him. I’m sticking around the clubhouse, but every whore I see, I want to hurt. Are they laughing at me? Do they know the truth? Do they care?
He’s texted me, which is great. What do texts really mean? It’s a case for people to get damn lazy, and I hate being lazy.
Shit, I’m going to have to go on a diet again. I’ve gained a pound, and I don’t want him to have another reason for screwing with someone else. I wonder how he’d handle me a few pounds heavier?
I hate my horrible life, and it’s my own fault. I shouldn’t have come to the club with my friend. I should have left, and never thought about Hardy. There are times I rub my chest, and I wonder if I’ll ever get over what happened to me. I love and hate him with equal measure, and both emotions scare me.