Size Matters (Chaos and Carnage MC 1)

She shrugged. “I … we were both kids.”

“Yeah, and at eighteen, I knew how to satisfy a woman. I’m so sick and tired of these amateur assholes who think they know best when they clearly know fuck all.” He looked down at his menu. “Tell me about a successful date. One that I can compete with.”

She laughed. Maddie tried to contain her amusement, but it didn’t work.

The thought of having a successful date seemed almost too good to be true, and it was.

“That doesn’t sound good,” he said.

“Let’s not talk about previous dates. Believe me, this one is the best so far.”

“It is?”

“Yep,” Maddie said.

Bull put the menu down and folded his arms. “I’m intrigued.”

“About?”

“Please tell me you’ve had one successful date. At least one where the guy has shown you how much pleasure there is between a man and a woman.”

Her face was on fire. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t the topic of conversation she wanted to talk about. This would make their date head to disaster straight away.

****

Bull didn’t get off on learning about Maddie’s previous experience with men. In fact, the very thought of another man being anywhere near her pissed him the fuck off, and he wanted to slaughter every single man who had ever touched her. But he was … vexed.

“Not every date leads to sex.”

“Maddie.”

She tilted her head to the side, and he’d come to see that action meant she wasn’t happy. She was uncomfortable. He wanted to know why.

“Bull, please, this date was going so good. Let us just enjoy our date. Okay?”

He looked at her and he didn’t know why he knew, he just did.

“The only time you’ve had sex is with that fucker at prom, isn’t it?”

Maddie gasped and looked around the restaurant. “Could you keep your voice down? I don’t want everyone knowing my business.”

She kept on glaring at him, but she could glare all she wanted, he was pissed off. Actually, scrap that, he had gone past pissed off to downright fucking angry. She didn’t need to give him a name. He had resources and ways of finding that shit out.

“It’s true,” he said. “Tell me.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.” She slammed the menu down.

“You’re not leaving,” he said.

“You’re not the boss of me, Bull.” She went to get up, and she didn’t know what Bull had done, but her chair wouldn’t budge.

“I told you, you’re not leaving.”

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked.

“I want you to answer my question.”

She glared at him, wanting to spew a lot more hatred his way.

****

Bull was more determined than ever to get the answers to his questions. Maddie wasn’t very forthcoming unless he counted her stare as an actual answer.

He looked at her and waited.

She kept her arms folded, and fortunately, it meant no one dared to approach their table. He was getting hungry.

“You can’t keep me here.”

“True, I can’t, but you see, we can either do this here as civilized people, or we can do it out in the street. Your choice.”

“There’s no choice here. I don’t have to tell you anything about what happened in my life, and to be frank with you, I think this is rude.”

“If I’m being honest with you, I find the kid who fucked you when you were eighteen exceedingly rude. Make that every single asshole who has been on a date with you. Not to mention the ones who didn’t even bother to show. I think all of them are assholes.”

She sat up, putting both of her hands flat on the table. “Why is this even any of your business?”

“You’re right, it’s not my business, but I want to know exactly what my woman has been through.”

“Your woman?”

“Yeah, my woman.” He put his hands on the table, the same way she had, and leaned forward. “I don’t like the thought of any man putting his hands on you, Maddie. Least of all, doing it the wrong way.”

Her stomach chose that moment to growl. “This was a big mistake.”

“No, it’s not. You know it.”

She laughed. “So you think you know me now?”

“I do know you.”

She shook her head. “Let me clue you in then, my parents, especially my mother right now, would be turning in her grave. She never liked you, or your club. She hated every single one of you.”

He shrugged. It wasn’t like there was anything new in that statement. A whole lot of people didn’t like him or his club, and they had a right. He wasn’t known for being nice.

There hadn’t been a lot of chaos in the past decade, and that was because of his careful choices, but if her mother had remembered even a smidge of what the club was like when his father was in rule, then he couldn’t blame her.

“She sounds like a sensible woman.”