Chapter Fifteen
I wake up in the middle of the night needing to pee. After finishing my business, I hear something. I look at Dex, who is fast asleep on his stomach, and then eye the door. The woman calls out Sin’s name again and curiosity gets the better of me.
Who is calling out his name?
I open the door and towards the voices out the front of the clubhouse.
“Sin!” the woman screams. I peer outside through the window.
“Shut the f*ck up!” a man growls. The man is Arrow. His back is to me, but it’s definitely him. The woman, a curvy blonde, says something to him. Arrow pushes her back, with a hand to her chest. She staggers back, trips over, and falls to the floor. Irish, Trace, and Rake are standing by but don’t do anything.
They just watch.
What the f*ck?
I walk to the entry, and slam the door open as I run out. “What the f*ck Arrow!” I yell, bending down to see if the woman is okay.
“F*ck,” Arrow says when he lays his eyes on me. “Go inside Faye. Now!”
I’d never heard that tone from him before, and I didn’t f*cking appreciate it.
“F*ck you!” the woman yells out. I think she’s talking to Arrow, but then I realize she’s talking to me.
“What?” I growl, getting pissed.
Rake walks over to me and pulls me into his hard body. “Darlin’, go inside, yeah?” he says, ushering me towards the door.
“Who is that?” I ask Rake, my voice filled with confusion and anger.
“Ahh, babe,” he says, giving me a look filled with pity. Pity?
“Don’t look at me like that!” I snap, pushing away from him.
“Like what?”
“Like you feel f*cking sorry for me! Who is that woman, and why does she hate me?” I ask him. Rake looks behind me, and I know Dex is standing there.
“Come here,” he demands, his mouth tight. I walk to him, but only because I want answers.
And I’m going to get them
“Who is that?” I ask him. He ignores me, lifting me in his arms and carrying me back to the room.
“You can’t just stay in bed can you?” he mutters as he puts me down.
“Dex!”
“That is the reason I couldn’t exactly give you any promises... just yet,” he says, grimacing at his own words.
“Explain,” I demand.
“She’s my soon to be ex-wife,” he says, slowly taking a step closer to me.
I stop breathing.
“You have a wife?” I say softly, not quite understanding what the hell was going on right now.
“No babe, I had a wife. We’re separated and getting a divorce,” he says, studying my expression.
A wife? A f*cking wife.
“Oh my god,” I say to myself. “I’m a f*cking home-wrecker.”
“You aren’t a home-wrecker. We were separated before you and I hooked up,” he explains, his hands making a calm down gesture.
“You made me a home-wrecker you a*shole!” I yell, ignoring him.
My mind races.
“Why did Arrow push her?” I ask. “Is this how you treat your women?”
Now he looks angry. Eyes narrowed, he says, “Have I ever treated you badly?”
“I guess not,” I say with a shrug.
His eyes narrow further, “She was under my protection. Now she’s not. I told you, we’re not all good guys babe.”
But Arrow? He was growing on me.
“Why was she here?” I ask, my voice smaller.
“She doesn’t seem to understand the concept of us breaking up. I can’t even get her to move out of my f*ckin’ house. I’ve given her a couple of weeks to find a new place,” he admits, running his fingers through his messy dark hair.
I gape. “That was your renovation? Your wife?”
“I couldn’t exactly tell you that my ex was living there, and I was waiting for her to get the ass out of there, could I?”
“Not without sounding like an a*shole,” I say, staring daggers at him.
“Exactly,” he says. “I didn’t wanna scare you off before you were even mine.”
That shuts me up. For a few seconds anyway.
“I’m not moving into that house,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Fine, I’ll buy you a new house,” he says, throwing his hands in the air.
“I can’t believe this shit,” I growl.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t planning on you and our baby coming into my life. That’s not to say I’m not happy you’re both here. Cut me some slack babe, I’m trying to make things right. I just needed a few weeks that’s all, then she would be out, and we could move on. Start our life together.”
“That’s why you were trying to put some distance between us? Until everything was sorted out?” I ask, trying to understand.
He nods. “I wanted to do something right for once. I wanted the divorce to be finalized. I wanted us to get to know each other in the meantime. Build a friendship before we built a relationship. Set the groundwork for a relationship that will last.”
I purse my lips together. “So you want points for good intentions?”
“Faye,” he says in warning. His patience is waning but too damn bad for him.
“Why don’t you go home to your wife?” I say, emphasizing the word.
“Have you not been listening to anything I’ve said?” he says, starting to pace up and down the room. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are going to be holes in the carpet soon.
“I have been listening,” I snap. Well, sort of. “I think I need time to process this.”
“What the f*ck does that mean?” he growls, stopping in his tracks.
“It means I’m going to bed, and you’re not sleeping here for the rest of the night,” I find myself saying.
He stands there unmoving. “You know what, fine. I tried to do the right thing with you. I haven’t been with anyone else, I haven’t even looked at anyone else! I was going to get the hell away from Renee before I got in deep with you, then commit to you. If that’s not good enough then I don’t know what else I can do,” he says, walking out and closing the door behind him. It doesn’t slam, but the sound of it closing still makes me flinch.
I climb back in bed and think over everything. I hate the fact he was married to that woman. Is that his type? I try not to be judgmental and fail. At least they had separated before the night I spent with him. Am I still the ‘other woman’? I’m way too young for all this shit. I take a deep breath and put my hand on my tummy.
“It’s going to be okay little one,” I whisper.
I try my hardest but sleep doesn’t come.