“I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean.”
“I know exactly what you are trying to pull, but trust me, it isn’t gonna work.”
“Whatever,” she sasses me.
The services are quick, and when the waiter comes back out, he doesn’t even glance in Harlee’s direction, good boy, but it doesn’t stop Harlee from trying to catch his attention.
I ignore her this time, since I know the dickweed isn’t gonna do shit.
We finish our meal in silence. Wiping my face when I finish, I throw the napkin on my plate. “You stay here. I swear to God if you move while I pay, I will yank your pants down and spank you in front of all these people.”
She doesn’t say anything, just rolls her eyes at me. Her attitude is making me hard.
As I walk back to the table anger runs through me. I watch as Harlee tries to hand the waiter a napkin with something written on it.
Charging over, I grab the napkin and her arm, forcing her out of the booth, and walk out the door, pulling her to my bike.
“What the fuck, Wrecker!” She shouts at me, struggling to try and make me let her go.
“Shut the fuck up,” I r
oar in her face.
I try to calm my anger down before I speak to her, but it’s not working.
“What the fuck was that, huh? You tried to give him your number right in front of me?”
She flinches away from me as I crowd her.
“I can do what I want, you don’t own me.”
I grab her face and squeeze, leaning in close. “You sure about that? Who’s cum was all over you and in you this morning? Huh, Princess?”
“I hate you.”
“Bitch, you keep saying that, but the way your cunt milked my dick this morning says otherwise.” I shove her away and she stumbles slightly. I look at the napkin.
This asshole I’m with kidnapped me, if you can help me out, I’ll suck you off better than anyone ever could.
Dead. She’s dead. I crumble it up and toss it in the trash can. She better hope that when we get to The Stable I’ve cooled down, otherwise her ass will bleed from being whipped.
Chapter 14
Harlee
I honestly don’t know why we’re not just going to the clubhouse, it would have been faster. Instead we went into the opposite direction and now I’m standing in front of my father’s fucking whore house.
The ranch style building matches its name–The Stable. There is a horse farm on the property but it isn’t the main business. No, the real business here is pussy. I used to think this house was beautiful when I was a child. I never even knew my father owned it when he’d bring me here for riding lessons on the weekend. I never questioned why my mom and I had to stay in a small cabin on the opposite end of the property. I don’t know how my mom did it. How did she looked the other way while he fucked around on her? Didn’t she think she deserved better? Now look at me, back where my father used to come to fuck his whores right under her nose.
“I’m not going in there.” I cross my arms and sit back on the bike.
“Sorry, Princess, but you are. Once I get the all clear from your father, then I can take you home.”
I groan and roll my eyes, seeing one of the nasty bitches sweeping the porch off.
“Fine, but those skanks better stay the hell away from me.”
“Don’t worry about that, they know exactly who you are, half of them are terrified of you, the other half are terrified of your father.”