Chapter 2
Alanna
Three Months and Three Weeks Ago
It’s been a week since the night Reyes had me bent over the counter and fucked me three ways from Sunday. Seven days since I felt him move inside me. One hundred and sixty-eight hours since I felt his heat against me. Ten thousand eighty minutes since I’ve felt his lips pressed against mine and six hundred four thousand and eight hundred seconds since he said I was his.
Now here I stood. All that time has passed, and I see Reyes pull up to the clubhouse with the bimbo on the back of his bike.
She had red hair, and it was cut at her shoulders. She had something resembling scraps of clothes on her body.
The bimbo wrapped her arms around his waist as she held him close with his back to her front. Bianca was draped over Ryan, and it was the reason why we were here breathing in this stale beer infested air.
My eyes watered at what I saw. I watched as Reyes parked the bike and climbed off. My heart was bleeding, and my lungs stilled. I hated this, and I hated him.
As if feeling my eyes on him, he lifted his head and our gazes locked. It was like tunnel vision, everything but us fell away. My gut was tied into knots as pain and longing filled me.
He was a bastard, and this proved he wasn’t what I needed. Even if he was, all I ever wanted. Reyes was a girl’s walking fantasy, but like all other fantasies, he needed to stay in the wanting but never having category.
You’ve already had him, my mind whispered.
My fists clenched at the reminder. I then noticed movement behind him, and it pulled me from the intense starring match we had going on.
It was a reminder that he wasn’t mine as well as a slap to the head as to why. Turning from the pair, I looked for Bianca and rushed in her direction. I needed to get out of here before I witnessed something even eye bleach and pints of ice cream couldn’t cure.
I couldn’t resist turning and catching Reyes out of the corner of my eye. He was currently talking to the redhead.
“B, I need to go,” I tell her in a rush.
“Why? We just got here,” she asked me with her fingers running up Ryan’s chest.
“You stay and have fun, but I need to go,” I told her and turned away from her without another word.
My eyes connected with Reyes again and the red-haired bimbo had her front pressed against his. Her lips were at his ear whispering god knows what.
I don’t know what I expected, but I knew what I hoped for. I hoped Reyes would push the bimbo away saying he was just trying to be nice to her. That he only gave her a ride, but that wasn’t happening.
Dragging my gaze from his, I let the sour feeling in my gut rise and walked away from all my foolish hopes.
It was time that I grew up and moved the fuck on. Reyes would never change, but I was going to start right now.