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“You want marriage and kids, Ivy, everyone knows it. You’ve drunkenly told Hope and me on multiple occasions. Stop pretending to be a big baddie. You just like sex too much, andeveryone else bores you in the bedroom; it’s why you keep fucking strange men.”
Ouch.
“Way to call a woman out.”
She raises her hands in the air. It’s why I like Billie; she doesn’t pull punches. But damn. There’s no reality check like a best friend’s brutal truth.
“I’m just telling you, I think if you continue sleeping with Hawke, you need to set things straight and know what you’re doing. Hawke’s a simple guy; you need to spell it out for him.”
“Didn’t you sneak around for ages with Ford?” I throw back at her, deflecting from the answers she so obviously wants but that I’m not entirely sure I’m ready for yet. They were fucking each other for over a year before they got serious.
“I did, but he also knows what I want now,” she says. “And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”
“Okay, that’s good for you. And when I know what I want, I’ll be sure to tell the person I’m fucking that.” I smile at her.
“No need to get mad, Ivy. I’m only looking out for you.”
“That’s the thing, Billie, I’m good with myself. When I’m ready to take that step, I will. But I also don’t need to be lectured on it the same way people judge me for fucking whoever I please.” I turn and bring my coffee to my lips, realizing what I just said. She’s staring at me, and I’m quick to apologize. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too. I know I should’ve told you about the Ford thing, and I’m not trying to pressure you into anything. I just want you to be happy. I think Hawke’s an idiot, but he’s a goodhearted idiot. You know, for a killer and all.”
I laugh and take a sip of my coffee. “I’ve never really liked anyone. And Hawke’s a gamble since he’ll sleep with anything that moves.”
She kicks her legs back and forth as she says, “But from what I’ve heard, he hasn’t slept with anyone or partied for months.” She swivels around on the bar stool. “Something must be keeping him entertained.”
I shake my head as my phone buzzes with a message, and my eyebrows furrow as I see a text from Jared. Oh shit. He’s back in town today.
“I need to get changed,” I say quickly.
“For what?!” Billie calls out from behind me.
“For a date. Follow so I can explain!” I shout as I start pulling clothes from my closet. I’ve been waiting for this day, and my heart races with adrenaline. Finally, I’ll be getting all the answers I need from this fucker. I’m buzzing with excitement that, finally, this asshole will be greeted with the punishment he deserves.
I’m just ecstatic that I’m going to be the sledgehammer to his face when he doesn’t even see it coming.
Sometimes the pretty enticements are the most lethal form of bait.
CHAPTER 36
Hawke
Eli is pissed at me. I didn’t purposely show his wife my cock. She was just standing there when I was trying to calmly explain how it wouldn’t go down. And I felt like I wasn’t explaining it well enough, so I had to show them the issue. I figured once they saw it, they would fully understand. Instead, I got a punch to the jaw and a gun to my temple, attached with Eli’s warning that if I ever do that again, next time, he’ll chop my dick off.
Eventually, they called the private doc, and he sorted me out with some strong drugs to take so it would go down fully and I could finally fucking sleep. But I’m certain it’s Eli scaring the life out of me that had Hawke Junior eventually shriveling.
The meds the doc gave me knocked me out cold, and it’s the only decent night’s sleep I’ve had unless I’m in Ivy’s bed, and she rarely lets me sleep over.
My wrist is still sore from all the jerking off I had to do. I felt like a teenage boy all over again, discovering his own penis. Nothing I did fucking made it go down. And Ford was fucking useless. All he did was laugh. He laughed so much that I told him to fuck himself and came back to my house to sleep insteadof staying at his. Naturally, I grumbled my complaint the whole time until I fell asleep.
“Hawke.” I turn over in my bed and make sure the covers are pulled up before my mother pushes my bedroom door open. My father stands behind her, trying to hide his smirk. “You’restill in bed?”
“I didn’t get any sleep last night,” I mumble, still pissed off. She walks over to the blinds and pulls them open, letting the sunshine in as she looks over her shoulder at me.
“That’s what happens when you stupidly take Viagra.”
I squint at her and then glance at my father. “Who told you?” I ask, groaning and rolling over to the other side of my bed. Fuck those guys; I went to them for help. The only one who actually tried to help me was Ivy.
Hawke Junior twitches at the thought of all the positions I had her in.