Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 21 ~ Jade

My hand flew to my mouth. Stunned into silence for a few seconds while I processed the sight in front of me, I took it all in with a gasp.

On the desk, legs spread wide open, her dress around her waist, was Zelda, the receptionist who’d started at the firm a couple of weeks ago. And pounding in to her was Marcus, protégé extraordinaire, grunting how much he loved f*cking her p-ssy.

I hated office parties, and this one was fast turning into a nightmare. I’d come with Marcus —our third date as a couple in the public eye—to celebrate the new client the firm had snagged this week. We’d been dating for a few weeks now and I was officially his girlfriend. At least, that’s what I was lead to believe.

Both blond heads turned toward me, two sets of eyes wide and confused.

“You’re a . . . you’re a cock sucking . . . bastard!” I screeched.

Sweet Lord, did that just come from my mouth? Must be the influence of one foul mouthed biker.

It felt good to swear. I was on a roll. “What the f*ck is going on here, Mr. Marry-me-soon-and-I-will-give-you-the-world, lying a*shole?”

Freaking hell. I’d just finished reading a book about a guy who’d used his boss’s daughter to get to the top while he was screwing the entire office’s female co-workers, and laughing at her naivety behind her back. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect fiction to morph into reality.

Anger seethed through my body; I needed retribution for my book heroine and for myself.

“F*ck you, Marcus. You’re lower than shark shit. And that’s low,” I hissed, my hands on my hips.

His brows knitted, panic on his face. He pulled his dick from Zelda and stood there gaping at me. “Jade. I can explain.”

“Save it, lover boy.” My blood pressure was rising to dangerous levels. The a*shole.

He indicated between him and the blond between his legs. “This...this means nothing, darling. I’m just emptying my balls, till I get the chance to be with you. You’re so full of shit with all that romance crap. A man has needs—”

“Yeah, that much is obvious—your needs, balls deep in her p-ssy. But you are a false, pretentious sack of shit, Marcus Masterton. I’m never going to let you empty your balls inside me. Not going to happen.”

Marcus winced. “Jade, please. Let’s talk about this.” His dick went flaccid. Considering I’d never seen him naked, bile rose in my stomach. I wanted to gag. This was not how I pictured seeing my future husband’s cock for the first time.

“You want to talk with your pants around your ankles, Mr. Lawyer? With her sprawled wide open on your desk? I don’t think so.”

He pulled his pants up, condom still in place, not bothering to fasten his zipper. He slapped Zelda on her ass, dismissing her. She pulled up the cups of her bra to cover her breasts, her cheeks flushed.

“Marcus,” Zelda whispered, “what’s going on?”

He turned to her impatiently. “Not now, sweetheart. Get out. I need to talk to Jade.”

Zelda got up from the desk and pulled her dress down, avoiding my eyes. She had the good grace to whisper “Sorry” as she slipped past me and left the room.

“Just don’t tell your father. We can work something out.”

“What in the hell did you just say? So this is what it is. You’re more worried about Daddy’s reaction than mine. Nice, Marcus, very f*cking nice. Way to go.”

“Jesus, Jade. Don’t overreact. We’re not married yet.”

“Thank f*ck for that. There is a God looking out for me after all. So, tell me Marcus, how many girls have you screwed since you started dating me exclusively?”

He stared at me, mouth gaping. Then he closed his eyes and turned his head away.

Hmmm . . . I thought as much. Everyone in the entire office except me. Now wasn’t that f*cking ironic.

I turned on my heels and slammed the door behind me so that the glass rattled in the frame. For a small girl, I had the power of Thor in me when I was mad.

F*ck Mr. Perfect. He was everything but perfect.

I ran down the stairwell, not wanting to see anyone on my way out. My throat burned and my chest squeezed. I’m not going to f*cking cry. He isn’t worth my tears.

Three flights down, I heard the door open and Marcus call after me. “Jade, wait. Please.”

I didn’t. Instead, I kicked off my shoes and ran faster, skipping stairs so I could get out of the building and as far away from him as fast as possible.

Home. I just wanted to go home.

I ran onto the sidewalk, stabbing at my phone to call a taxi. Sobs raked through my body. I’d never been this humiliated in my life. I bet everyone in the office knew. Everyone except me and Daddy.

Shoving the phone back into my purse, I walked to the corner where I told the taxi to pick me up, shoes in hand. Ignoring the stares of the people around me, I slipped the shoes back onto my feet and waited to cross the intersection.

Why was the damn taxi taking so long? It was futile to try to flag the passing ones. They were all on a mission between destinations.

Just as I was about to cross the intersection, a hand gripped my arm and pulled me back. I swung around, eyes wide, as I fell back against Marcus’s chest. A*shole with the athletic body had caught up to me.

“Jade. Calm the f*ck down.”

Oh, so Mr. Perfect had the F word in his vocabulary after all. Seems the veneer was rather thin.

“Let me go, Marcus.”

“No. Listen to me. Your father will wonder where you are. He will be asking me.”

“F*ck you. That’s all you care about. Appearances. Let me go!”

His grip on my arm tightened, his biceps flexing as he held me in an iron cage.

Self-defence 101. I stepped back onto his foot, stomping down with my heel as hard as I could. Even though I was plastered against his chest, I swung my arm at the same time and smacked him in the balls with my fist. God, those lessons came in handy after all.

Marcus howled in my ear and loosened his grip, cursing under his breath. “You f*cking little bitch.”

He lunged forward and reached for me again. I stepped back, trying to get away, my heart nearly climbing out of my chest.

An arm struck out between us. A taut muscled arm, with a tattoo of a cobra.

Could it be?

“You f*cking heard her, a*shole. Step away from her if you know what’s good for you,” he growled.

What’s Ryder doing here? Of all the people in the entire world, he’s the one to show up now and witness my embarrassment?

Life sure sucked.