“Do I? Lately, all you do is call me up to come fuck you when it’s convenient for you.”
His face sobers. “Now wait a goddamn minute. Never…not once have I treated you like an easy fuck. Don’t pull that shit with me. Not with me.”
“Because everyone knows about us, right? Everyone knows you’re my man.” I laugh humorlessly, wiping at my tears.
“Not once have I treated you like a whore.”
“East?” A female voice calls. We both turn our heads and there she is. Lynn, her belly sticking out, her hands rubbing the watermelon shaped bump. Blonde hair cut to frame her face. God I fucking hate her. “What’s she doing here? Wylla Mae, does your mother know you’re here?”
“It’s none of your business. I’m an adult.”
“I think anything involving the father of my child is my business. I’m not sure why he keeps taking care of you. It’s time for you to move on, little girl, so he can take care of his real family.” I blink and let out a huff. I don’t even know how to respond to her right now. She has no clue that he’s been with me for months. That it’s me he loves. That I’m more than likely carrying his child as well. I should tell her so I can see the look on her face but that’s not me. As much as I’d love to wipe that smug look off her face, I know I need to get out of here.
“That’s enough, Lynn. You have no business speaking for me,” East cuts in and I shake my head.
“Coward,” I mutter under my breath.
“What is it about her that has you always running, East?”
I look her and laugh. “You legitimately want to know?”
“Wylla Mae, not now,” he snaps at me.
“I’m out of here.” I go to leave and East grabs my arm, fingers biting into my skin. “Don’t touch me, East. You just lost every right. Enjoy your life with your real family.”
“Have you been fucking her?” Lynn shrieks and East lets me go. I run past her. Fuck this. Fuck Lynn and fuck Easton Reed. I hear them arguing behind me, but I can’t be here right now. I can’t listen to him try to placate her and lie about us. He said he’s my man but he’s still a coward.
Downstairs I run straight into a wall of muscle. Viking chuckles and smirks at me. “Where’s the fire?”
“I need to get out of here. Excuse me.” His arms lock around me, caging me in.
“I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
“Maybe some other time.” I gaze up into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. They remind me of aqua sea glass.
“What’s your name?”
“Wylla Mae.”
“Wylla Mae, East is a dumbass if he had you and lost you.”
“I was the fool. I need to get going.”
“One drink.”
“Buddy, I’m barely legal and I don’t drink.”
“One dance then.”
“Not tonight.”
“One kiss then.” He grins at me and my belly clenches at the thought of kissing anyone but Easton Reed, but he’s not mine anymore. I can’t help but wonder if he ever was.
“You’re persistent, but that is a bad idea.”
“Phone number then? Come on, sweetheart, you’re killing me here. You’re beautiful.”
“No way. My momma told me all about motorcycle men. I gotta go, but it was nice to meet you.”