Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(50)
Cade scowled at me, stood up and started undressing.
“Like f*ck I am going anywhere. I had a hard f*ckin night only good thing about it was knowing I’d get to slide into you and the end of it. I’m staying here and you’re telling me why you left.” He told me, like it was his choice to make.
I hauled the covers back, my anger back with a vengeance. I tried to ignore Cades gaze on my body. I stood toe to toe with him, glaring up at him.
“So you were planning on f*cking me after you already had your dick in some skank?” I hissed, watching Cades eyes widen. “Classy Cade. How dare you think you can come waltzing into my life, claim me as your ‘Old lady’,” I inserted air quotes here, “Make me stupidly believe I feel something for you and then f*ck around right under my nose?” I poked him in the chest. “I am no idiot, and I am not going to let some biker * hurt me in any, way shape or form, ever again!!” My voice was almost a shout.
Cade seized my hand at his chest roughly and grabbed my hip with his other.
“You better watch how you are f*cking talking to me.” He snarled menacingly, I felt his anger pulsing around me.
“Why? You going to smack me around now?” I spat at him, trying to struggle out of his hold.
“You know I wouldn’t Gwen, even if it might smack some god damn sense into you.” His arms were like a vice around me.
“Stop struggling Gwen, and what the f*ck? I haven’t had my dick in anyplace but your sweet * tonight. Although I’m feeling this * might be a hell of a lot more trouble than it’s worth.”
His words cut through me, I struggled not to double over, but I kept my brave face.
“Don’t insult me by denying it *. Ginger came to see me tonight, filled me in on where ‘your cock’ has been.” I watched Cades face harden even more. “And I saw the lipstick on your neck with my own eyes.”
He let me go to stride around the room, fists clenched.
“FUCK!” He yelled, I flinched, slightly afraid. He noted this but didn’t tone it down.
“Didn’t put my dick anywhere near that toxic * Gwen.” He stated quietly, looking me in the eyes.
I gulped, suddenly unsure, but still knowing how easy it is for men to lie, I was slightly confused. I wasn’t going to give up though.
“Where were you for the whole night then Cade?” I asked, praying for some sort of explanation.
Cade was still glaring at me, eyes wild.
“Club business Gwen, none of yours.”
I snorted. “None of my business?” My voice was bordering on shrill. “So is it my business when you f*ck someone else?” I asked sarcastically.
“She came onto me, pushed that bitch off. Wouldn’t touch that trash when I knew what a sweet piece I had in my bed.”
His grey eyes were piercing into me, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was telling the truth. I didn’t like that I had a small inkling of doubt in my theory.
“Yeah Gwen. See your getting it now.” He spoke slowly. “You’re so f*cking quick to judge me, any excuse to question what we have. Take the easy way out. Fuck this, don’t want to have to deal with your shit, no *, no matter how sweet is worth this.”
I felt a sick feeling at the pit of my stomach at his harsh words, shit I may have really f*cked this up. Cade walked up to me and roughly put a hand on my neck.
“Congrats Gwen. You got what you wanted. I’m gone.”
He kissed me hard and firm, then without a second look, Cade strode out, slamming the door behind him.
I sank into my bed, thoughts racing through my brain, my nightmare, first one in awhile since Cade has been in my life. Cades concerned face, outweighing his anger as he woke me. Crap I had been such I bitch! He was right, I was quick to judge, but f*ck, he knew what I went through. He was away the whole night then expects me to believe him without further explanation. I let out a frustrated little scream, then promptly burst into tears. I should be glad, his world, the MC the biker, the ‘club business’ the jealous skanks. Death. That was all what I wanted to stay away from. But my feelings for Cade ran deep. Like that dreaded L word. I couldn’t explain it. I’d known him for what three weeks? And we’d been fighting for half of that time. But I guess romance novels and every cliché about men in women were right. Love doesn’t make sense. Now I’d lost it, before I even knew I had it. But this wasn’t entirely my fault. Cade acted like an *. This was too much to deal with. I turned to hug my pillow, crying myself to sleep.
Chapter 9
I lay on the sun lounger in my back yard, welcoming the comforting rays of heat against my skin. My ‘relaxing’ playlist sounded in my ears, up loud as I could get it to scare away any unwelcome thoughts. My hands closed around my cold margarita, my body welcoming the chill in the scorching weather. It was Sunday. I spent the whole of Saturday working at the store, trying to act normal, and failing if the girl’s treatment of me was anything to go by. No one mentioned Cade so I guessed he had filled Rosie in. I stayed late on Saturday night, catching up on paperwork, as I had received a text from Amy saying she wouldn’t be home as she was in the middle of a ‘f*ckfest’ which made happy that girl needed to get laid.
I couldn’t sleep in an empty house that night, and without any word from Cade my mood was definitely down. I tossed and turned all night, dozed off about four, then woke late. After finishing to cleaning the entire house, I looked out at the beautiful weather and decided not to let my black mood ruin a sunny day.