Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
He didn’t talk about club business with her. She knew something was going on, but she didn’t want to know, unless he was ready to tell her.
“What about tomorrow?”
“Not going to happen, Harlow.”
“Hunter—”
“We’re done.”
“Done?”
“Yeah, finished. It was fun while it lasted, but now, we’re finished.”
Harlow was so taken aback by what he was saying.
“You and I both knew this was going to be a little fun, and now, to be honest, I’m bored. I can’t deal with your inexperience. I tried to train you, but you’re just not what I need.”
Her heart was breaking—no, shattering. She didn’t know what to say.
Yes, she had known this was not going to be forever, but did he have to be so crude, so cruel?
“We’re over, Harlow, and don’t fucking try to do any shit like make me jealous or what fucking ever you think you can do. Grow the fuck up. Learn shit, and move on.”
With that, the call ended. Harlow just stared at her cell phone at his front gate.
What the hell had just happened?
She didn’t know what to do.
Dropping her cell phone, she pushed the gear into reverse and pulled out of the space in front of his gate. Putting the car back in drive, she pressed her foot on the gas and drove. She didn’t know where she was going. Her vision started to get blurry, and she wiped her eyes.
The tears fell down her cheeks silently.
She drove, not looking where she was going, until she pulled into a picnic area’s parking lot. Harlow kept the ignition aglow, and even let the lights shine brightly in front of her.
She tried not to think. It would be so much easier to not think. Reaching into her bag, she grabbed a tissue and pressed it against her nose, blowing it. Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled.
There was no one she could turn to. Hunter and her were a secret. She couldn’t tell anyone what happened here tonight, or any night.
She tried not to think about all the times she had been with Hunter, but still, they played out in her mind, annoying her with their comforting presence. How he ran her a bath and carried her to it. Changing the sheets after he’d taken her virginity. All the times he’d been there for her, holding her.
He cooked for her, and they hadn’t always been fucking when she went to him. Sometimes, they had fun. She recalled the way she had pinched his butt while he’d been doing the dishes, and then he chased after her.
Their affair had been fleeting—just a few weeks together—but in that short time, they had created a lot of memories.
Tears filled her eyes once again, and this time, she pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes and sobbed. She didn’t hold back.
Harlow should have known this was going to happen. Hunter had been growing distant the past few days. They had sex and it had been fun, but she knew there was something different in the way he handled himself. He didn’t hold her, and when she woke up, he was already out of bed.
The sex had also been … mechanical. It was still amazing, but like Hunter was going through the motions. She had thought it was just because he was trying to deal with club stuff. Now she knew it had nothing to do with the club or business and everything to do with them.
“Get your shit together, Harlow. Get your shit together.”
Harlow sobbed into her hands, knowing she didn’t have a choice but to pour her heart and soul out, and hope it vanished tonight.
She couldn’t tell Ava, Raven, Larissa, or Abriana. There was nowhere for her to turn. Not even to her mother.
She had to get her shit together and accept what happened.
Sniffling, she dropped her hands, and then started to take a deep breath. It was a breakup, her first ever, but she was going to handle it.
With Hunter, it had just been sex. Nothing more important, nothing less. It was over. Finished.
Seconds passed and they turned into minutes. Harlow looked at the time and saw she had been sitting in her car for nearly an hour. It was time to go home.
Pulling out of the parking lot, she headed back in the direction she came. She gripped the steering wheel, and as she did, she saw a car following her. Checking her mirrors, she saw the car gaining on her. The car was going fast. Instinct took over and Harlow pressed her foot to the gas, picking up the gears. She knew something bad was about to happen. The further tightening in her gut, and then the unmistakable noise as the car behind her rammed hers. She jolted forward.
“Fucker!”
Harlow reached for her cell phone, but she had dropped it.
Another hit, and with the angle she was at, trying to get her cell phone made her hit her head against the steering wheel. She winced. Another hit, and she felt her car jerk.