Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
He had wanted Eden from the start. But Mac got to her first. Now, Razor wasn’t going to let her get away.
This was his chance to finally take what was meant to be his from the start.
Chapter Four
Dancing with Razor was a lot of fun. Eden loved every second of it, and when Maeve finally showed up, she seemed to have found someone to dance with.
They had a couple more beers, and Razor didn’t leave, so Eden danced with him some more. They danced to slow songs, fast songs, and even the ones that seemed a little too intense. She felt so alive, being close to him. No one had ever made her feel this way. Razor was intense, but it was what she needed. She stared into his eyes and didn’t want to stop.
After being at the bar for close to two hours, Mac finally realized she existed, as he suddenly appeared at the bar behind her while she was talking with Razor.
“This is a surprise to see you here,” Mac said.
Eden took a sip of her beer. Her sister was off dancing with some other guy, giving her a little space with Razor.
It had been a year since she last spoke to Mac. He’d stopped by the house, and she’d been tossing out his clothes, telling him to leave. Even threatening to set his stuff on fire. He’d lied to her from the start. She thought they were going somewhere, and it had all been a lie. She couldn’t believe what a fool she’d been.
“Go away,” she said.
“Dammit, Eden, you look really pretty tonight.”
“Mac, you heard the lady, go away,” Razor said.
“Shit For Brains,” Maeve said, suddenly arriving beside Eden. “Fuck off, and you stay the fuck away from my sister. I’m sure Hilary is available, but last I heard, she was enjoying a lot of men in town. You might want to get yourself checked. I heard a lot of dicks have got the itch.”
Eden knew she could count on Maeve.
She looked at Mac and felt nothing, which surprised her. She was going to lose her virginity to him. At one point, she truly thought she was falling in love with him, and that was all a lie. He was not the man she thought him to be.
“Fuck this shit,” Mac said, and suddenly turned on his heel and left.
She turned back to Razor as Maeve grabbed her shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “Are you all right?” Maeve asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”
“Cool. I’m going back to dancing.” Maeve kissed her cheek and went to dance.
She couldn’t help but laugh at her sister’s antics. She was always so carefree and so ... able to live in the moment.
“Are you really all right?” Razor asked.
She took a sip of her beer. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Do you still have feelings for Mac?”
“No,” Eden said. “I think it was easy to stop having feelings when I was trapped in a bathroom for close to an hour while he had sex with my best friend. Speaking of which, I don’t even talk to Hilary anymore.”
“She doesn’t come around to the club anymore either.”
“You’ve not seen her?”
“Nope. None of the guys want anything to do with her. It probably didn’t help that half the guys got an infection, and they had all ... tapped that.”
Eden’s eyes went wide. She truly couldn’t believe that happened. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope. It pissed Doc off, and a lot of the guys were also mega pissed. It was not a good few days. Go on, you can laugh.”
“I don’t want to laugh.”
Razor laughed.
“Is it wrong I want to ask if you had to get tested?” Eden asked.
He chuckled. “Not at all, and no, I didn’t have to get tested.”
“So, you’re not here with anyone, are you?” She frowned. “I know this is crazy to ask you now, when I’ve spent most of the night dancing with you.” She couldn’t help but glance around the room, hoping not to find another woman glaring at her.
“Babe, I wouldn’t come to the bar with one woman and dance with another.”
“You wouldn’t?” Eden asked.
“Fuck, no, that shit stinks of disrespect, and I don’t disrespect my woman. Not ever.”
“I think I’m going to like you, Razor.” She held her bottle up to his, and they clinked.
“He did that to you, didn’t he?” Razor asked, after a couple of seconds.
She pursed her lips, then licked them after taking a final swig of her beer. It was kind of mortifying. “Yeah, he did.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“And I didn’t even have a clue he was cheating with her. It was at this bar. He rarely brought me here, but as we were waiting for our food order, a woman approached, I didn’t quite hear what she said, and he said he was just going to dance.” She shrugged. “I wasn’t feeling well, which is why I didn’t want to dance. I felt kind of guilty because a lot of people were dancing, and I don’t know, I thought that is what partners did—let your other partner have fun.”