Hating Gunner
Prologue:
When I was younger, I often thought of my future. I contemplated being an artist, selling stuff in a gallery, hosting galas, and maybe even going to a boring old accountant school. I also imagined that I could find a desk job in some place where I would be a faceless, nameless nobody. I wouldn’t have minded any job that didn’t involve my over-protective family. It would be a place where I could have a life.
What I didn’t imagine was not wanting to leave my father. Yeah, that defiantly hadn’t been in the cards. And I literally mean in the cards. I had my fortune told by a fortune teller at the county fair when I was sixteen. She promised me a great future filled with everything my heart desired.
I turned around and looked at the clubhouse. The tables were filthy and scattered around the middle of the room. The black leather couches lined the walls, and they have seen more things then I wanted to imagine. The once white walls were now a dingy gray, and I laughed lightly. Yeah, I see many great things, and none of them are good.
Like right now, I see Uncle Slims bare ass as he pounds some girl into the nearest table. It’s like he wants to make her one with the furniture.
If her screams were anything to go by, she was having one hell of a good time. Not that I would know what it felt like to have that good of a time. I have so many uncles, brothers, and a very overprotective father. They all carry guns, wear leather, and ride motorcycles. That has kept the boys both in awe and away from me.
Yeah, that means no playtime for Cassie.
I shudder as my Uncle groans. Who the hell wants to see their family’s sex life? Definitely not me! Yet I stick around this filthy place like a phantom haunting and clinging to the present in fear of what was next.
Casting my eyes away from the pair I looked into Zane’s amber colored eyes. His light brown hair gave him a god-like appearance. If I didn’t love him like a brother, I would have been fawning over him like this chick to his right.
The girl has blonde and brown dyed hair and overly caked on mascara. How she kept her eyes open was beyond me. I don’t even get me started on the lips stick and eyeshadow.
She definitely wasn’t getting the hint that he wasn’t interested.
“Cassie,” Zane nodded and gave me his full attention. The poor girl wasn’t even being acknowledged.
“What can I get for you?” I asked him sweetly.
“What does this bitch have that I don’t?” The girl to his right heatedly grumbled.
“Class,” Zane says coldly.
Ouch. I winced as the nasty, yet sophisticated response reached my ears. Even I felt the burn from his words and they weren’t even directed at me.
“Fuck you,” she snapped at him as her voice wavered slightly.
I watched as he turned and looked her over. His eyes were going up and down. He wasn’t rushing it. It was a slow and sadly bored look.
“Not much to look at,” he replied with a toothy smile.
“Asshole,” she screeched as she raised her hand as if to smack him.
Not that I blame her, he was acting like a real asshole.
“Why are you still here?” He asked her.
I watched with fascination and pity as she stood and tried to collect her crumbled dignity and walk away on her five-inch heels.
“Cassie?” Zane’s humor-filled voice drew my eyes back to him.
“Can I have a beer, please?” He asked with humor still in his voice. He was acting like nothing happened, as if he didn’t just demolish that girl.
“Oh, shit! Yeah, hold on,” I stumbled over my words as he laughed.
“Asshole,” I muttered to him affectionately.
I placed the beer in front of him and cast him a look. The kind of look that said I was waiting.
“Thank you,” he tells me.
“You’re most welcome,” I replied with a smile.
“So, what’s new with you?” Zane asked.
I opened my mouth to reply, and froze as the clubhouse door opened. In walked the hottest man to grace this place in I don’t know how long, maybe forever! He had a scruffy dark beard, and long, yet not too long, dark hair which was slicked back. His gray eyes had my breath stilling in my lungs and my legs clenching together.
I wanted, no I needed, the instant throbbing between my legs to dissipate. His eyes met mine, and everything in me seemed to wake up.
Mary mother of God, my mind whispered. I was the only twenty-two-year-old virgin that I knew of, and I was panting over the first man in years to graced this place that wasn’t family.
In our defense, my mind whispered, he’s the hottest man we’ve ever seen. He was sex on a stick, and I want to give him a nice long lick.
I laughed to myself. What the fuck was wrong with me?
Little did I know that in four months’ time, instead of desiring this man with every fiber of my being, I would hate him with a heat hotter than hell’s fire.