Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“I really don’t need to hear this.”
“Come on, I bet Hardy is so fucking great in bed. I wonder how you can even look at another man.”
Rose blushed recalling exactly how good Hardy was in bed. He could go for hours, and have her panting for him within minutes of his touch. Last night he’d only needed to kiss her neck, and she’d been more than ready to jump him.
“I knew it. I knew Hardy was good in bed.”
“You’ve never actually slept with him, have you?” Rose asked.
Sandy paused, and a frown came across her face.
“Forget I said anything,” Rose said, stepping away from Sandy.
The other woman wasn’t going to let her go easily.
“Do you really think I’d do something like that?” Sandy asked.
Rose detected the hurt in the other woman’s voice, and she felt like the worst kind of person in the world.
“I don’t know.”
“I fucked the men who were available, Rose. I never fucked any of the married men. Even if Tiny had been married at the time, he wouldn’t have been on my list of men to sleep with. In fact, I didn’t have a fucking list, okay? I slept with whoever wanted me, and who I was willing to fuck.”
“Okay, I get it.”
Sandy’s hand tightened on her arm. “No, I don’t think you do get it. Hardy hasn’t touched another club whore since you found him all of those years ago.”
Rose smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”
“No, I do worry about it. I get that you’re pissed at him, and whatever you’ve had going on in your life, but I swear to you, Hardy loves you. He doesn’t want anyone else but you. You are the love of his life.”
The rest of the women had stopped and were watching them.
Tears sprang to Rose’s eyes. “I don’t want to do this.”
“I think it’s time you did do this.” Sandy looked back toward the other women. “I’ve got this.”
“Are you sure?” Angel asked, stepping forward.
Rose waved them on. “Yeah, I need to eat something. I’ll be fine.”
They nodded, reluctantly leaving them. Fighter followed them while Ink took to guarding the rest of the women. They went to a coffee shop within the mall. Rose stayed outside while Sandy got them some drinks and something to eat. Fighter sat a table behind them.
Rose liked Fighter even if he talked when she really didn’t want him to. He had a mind of his own, and wanted people to know it as well.
Sandy came back ten minutes later, placing down a tray filled with snacks.
“Right, I’ve got everything, and I even snagged some napkins that we can use as tissues in case this becomes emotional for you. Did I ever tell you women with a bun in the oven get over emotional? With your situation I’m surprised you’re not drowning in tears.”
“My situation?” Rose asked, filling her tea with lots of sugar. She didn’t know if she wanted to understand what her situation was.
“You know, dealing with Hardy and all of his crap.”
Releasing a sigh, Rose stared somewhere past Sandy’s shoulder.
“I don’t think so, missy,” Sandy said, clicking her fingers. “I could be trying on new sexy underwear, and yet I’m here talking to you about your husband.”
Rose let out a sigh. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Honey, Hardy loves you.”
“He cheated.”
“A long time ago, and I know it’s no excuse, but this is a little outdated for your outrage. Weren’t you pissed off when it happened?”
“Of course I was. I was so damn angry, and hurt. I mean, I’ve never been with anyone but him, and yet he’s fucked everyone.” Rose pressed her lips together. “I’m sorry.”
“What about? I understand where you’re coming from. It’s a little late to be pissed off, but again, I can understand why you are. A lot of women would be pissed. Then the bitch goes and kills herself and the baby. It must have hurt.”
“Part of me was glad,” Rose said, admitting the truth to Sandy that she’d never admitted to anyone else.
“Glad?”
“Yes, I was glad.” Tears filled her eyes, and she tried to wipe away her tears. “What kind of person does that make me?”
“I take it you were glad the bitch was dead, not the baby.”
“I wanted the baby, Sandy, but I would have known every single day that she wasn’t mine.”
“Honey, you’re not a mean person. You wouldn’t ever have hurt that baby. I know what you wanted. You wanted the bitch who had your man, and who could give him a baby when you couldn’t. That I can understand more than Angel’s niceness.” Sandy reached across the table and took her hand.
“She had been fucking him, and then she was pregnant with his kid.” Rose shrugged. “I guess I was afraid that in time I’d have been pushed aside as a nuisance. Hardy could have a woman like her, and a kid. What need did he have with me?”