Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(6)

He lifts my face up with his hand on my chin.

“What do you mean you’ve never done anything like this before?” he asks, tilting his head and looking confused.

“I mean, a one-night stand,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.

“I hope you’re not expecting a ring, or some shit?” he says, looking amused.

“You *,” I snap, standing up and walking myself to the door. A ring? He’d probably give me a burger ring.

Dex follows behind me. “I’m just playing around, no need to get angry.”

I turn to look at him. “I see age hasn’t made you any funnier.”

He laughs. “Oh please, I used to have you in hysterics.”

I laugh at the reminder. Okay, so he always did have a good sense of humor.

“How old are you now?” he asks, lighting a cigarette as we step outside.

“Twenty.”

“Fuck, you’re a baby still,” he says, puffing out smoke and shaking his head.

“Old enough for you to f*ck,” I say dryly, examining my manicure.

Dex laughs, a deep musical sound. He always did have a great laugh, the bastard.

“You have a dirty mouth on you babe.”

“You’d know,” I mutter to myself.

More laughter.

“Hey we both got what we wanted,” he says, putting out the cigarette with his shoe.

“How so?” I ask him, stepping closer to his bike.

“You got revenge on my brother, isn’t that what you wanted? A taste of wild?”

I hate that I blush. How does he know about Eric and me?

I did get what I wanted, but it wasn’t revenge.

It was just him.

“And what did you get Dex?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

He grins wolfishly. “I got to f*ck a fairy.”

I grit my teeth. When I was younger, Dex used to call me fairy, because that’s the meaning of Faye.

It used to drive me crazy.

Apparently is still does.

“Hop on,” he says. “Let’s get you home.”

*****

Dex kisses me on the forehead before he rides off. I walk into my house, coming to a standstill when I see Eric sitting with my mother having a coffee. There goes my good mood.

“What are you doing here?” I demand, walking to my room and turning my back on the two of them.

“Faye! Where have you been? Don’t talk to your boyfriend like that. I raised you better,” my mother admonishes. I ignore her like I usually do. Nothing I do is ever good enough for her. I’m not who she wants me to be, and I accepted that a long time ago. Eric walks into my room and closes the door behind him. I sit on my bed and stare up at him, wanting to get this over with. My face is impassive, not giving away anything. I don’t want him to have any part of me anymore, even my anger.

He doesn’t deserve it.

“Where were you last night?” he asks, fists clenching and releasing. I almost laugh at his audacity. How dare he question where I was? “I came by to talk to you, and you weren’t home.”

“What’s it to you? I’m not your business anymore Eric,” I reply, pretending to be bored. I even stare down at my cuticles for effect.

“What the f*ck Faye?” he growls, starting to pace the confines of my room.

“I was single the second you cheated on me. I owe you nothing. Now get out of my room,” I say, my voice like steel. His face turns red. His brown hair, much lighter than Dex’s, flops over his forehead, and he pushes it away with a flick of his wrist. I used to find that movement charming, now I just want to punch him in the face.

“Where did you go?” he asks, scowling at me.

“How long have you been cheating on me?” I counter, using a light tone.

He pauses. “It just happened Faye. I’m sorry. You know it’s not her that I want, but you’ve been so busy lately with uni and everything…”

“I understand,” I say, cutting him off. I’ve heard about this before. Men trying to lay the blame on the woman so she thinks it was her lacking that caused the man to cheat. Then she takes on some of the blame and gives him another chance, hoping they can work things out together.

“You do?” he asks, looking hopeful.

“Sure I do. You’re a pathetic, weak, cheating bastard who can’t even own up to his actions. So, instead, you try to blame them on me,” I reply, narrowing my eyes on him. I’m not a perfect woman. In fact, I probably don’t even know what I’m talking about considering I’ve only ever had one relationship. But what I do know is that I won’t allow a man to cheat on me or disrespect me. Sure, everyone makes mistakes, and people deserve second chances, but Eric isn’t even sorry.

He is only sorry he got caught.

There is a huge difference to me.

“Faye…”

“You control your own actions Eric. You. Not me. And your actions tell me that you don’t deserve me. Now please just leave me alone,” I say, feeling tired, upset, and sick of life f*cking around with me.

“So, what, one mistake, and you’re going to throw away six years?” he says, his jaw clenching. His face takes on a pinched look that I’ve never noticed before.

How unattractive.

“Yes!” I yell. “Now get out! Go annoy Trisha!”