Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
“You hang up on me, I’ll call your fucking sister and tell her what a fucking slut you are!” She had given her Glory’s number as her emergency contact.
Sage sat down on the bed and put the phone back to her ear. “If you use my contact number to harasses my sister, I’ll sue you for harassment.”
“I’ve lost my job, and I don’t have Kent. There is no way I’m going to let you have everything that is mine! Did you let yourself get pregnant? Is that why he married you?”
“Livvy, calm down—”
Sage jumped when the phone was taken from her.
“Livvy, if you try to contact Sage ever again, or her sister, or even come within five miles of her, I will make sure you regret it. Unless you’re willing to spend the generous severance money Garrett gave you to pay legal fees to defend yourself against embezzlement charges, I would delete Sage’s number.”
She might be unable to hear Livvy’s response to what Creed had said, but from his reaction, he wasn’t disturbed. In fact, he seemed bored.
He ended the call before he handed the phone back to her.
Then he picked up the clothes he must have laid on the bed and headed to the door. He wasn’t even going to bother apologizing for his ex-girlfriend calling to harass her on their wedding night? Maybe it wasn’t a traditional wedding night, per se, but he could at least ask if she was okay.
“How did she know we got married?”
“I don’t know. I told several people at work yesterday. I didn’t keep it a secret. One of her friends at work could have told her. I didn’t care if she knew or not, to tell you the truth.”
Her smoldering anger at his deception regarding Livvy flamed hot again.
“What’d you do, Creed? Flip a coin?” she asked sarcastically.
“Excuse me?”
“I heard you with her! You seemed much more comfortable having sex with her than me. What made you to decide to marry me instead of Livvy if you wanted to get married so badly?”
Creed tossed his clothes back onto the bottom of the bed while moving closer to her until they stood abreast of each other. “You really want to know?”
A chill radiated down her spine at the way he looked at her.
“Yes!” she yelled at him, pushing her fear aside.
“Then I’ll tell you.” His jaw clenched. “You weren’t the first or last woman I’ve had to use when I needed something accomplished. You want to know what sex means to me? Nothing. You said Twister told you he had sons? Did he also tell you he belonged to a motorcycle club?”
“Yes.”
“I bet he didn’t tell you the part where my mother, who was pregnant with me, and my brothers were taken hostage until he managed to retake control of the club.”
“No, Twister didn’t tell me that.”
Creed gave a sarcastic snort. “I bet he didn’t. It’s not a pretty story to tell. My mother died because they wouldn’t take her to the hospital to give birth to me. The clubwhores took turns feeding and changing me. Other than that, they would put me and my brothers in a back room so they wouldn’t hear me.”
Sage sat back down on the bed, wanting to cover her ears.
“I wouldn’t have made it to my first birthday if it hadn’t been for my brothers. Somehow, they managed to keep me alive until Twister was strong enough to take control of the club. By then, we were used to club life. It was better with Twister as president, but it was still a hard life. Twister didn’t have much, and he refused to sell guns and drugs like most of the clubs do to get by. He worked his ass off to buy a home so that if we wanted a regular bed, we’d have one.
“My oldest brother joined the service. Wraith is now the president of Phantoms. I had no desire to join the service. With Wraith as the president, I was happy where I was. When I graduated, however, Wraith wouldn’t let me stay with the club, and Twister wouldn’t let me live with him. They gave me one choice—college.
“They said they wanted me to live a normal life before deciding if I wanted to live the club life. Club life was normal to me. No attachments except to the brothers who would take your back every fucking time your life depended on them. You don’t feel anything for any woman you fuck. Emotions will get you killed in a club like the Phantoms. That was Twister’s downfall—my mother. Twister made a nest outside of the club, and it was torn away from him.
“You think I flipped a fucking coin to choose between you and Livvy?” Creed bark of laughter was harsh. “I didn’t need to toss a coin to figure that out. You think I just decided to get married, and you were the chosen one? Be real. I’ve never fucked Livvy. I made her come, let her jerk me off a few times.”