“Valarie came into my room and spoke.”
My body feels heavy and deflated at the same time.
“So, Stevie thought you were cheating on her?” I nod, my fingers flexing in frustration.
“Yeah. I needed to go to her to find out what had happened and to clear the air.”
“How did that work out for you?” Pres asks, a slight smirk on his face.
“Fucking shit.”
“Talk to me.”
I fill him in on everything that Stevie told me, including what Valarie did. By the time I am finished, my anger has built back up again and I am shaking. Flame looks just as angry; he fucking hates games.
“Is your girl okay?” Racer asks.
“She is fine. A bit shaken and feeling like I did her dirty, thanks to Val. She asked for some time to think everything over.”
“Are you going to give her time?” Flame asks, grinning.
“I told her a day or two, but fuck that. She is mine and I need to make sure that she knows that.”
“You are all a bunch of fucking idiots for wanting to keep women, but you are adults apparently. So, it is all on you for all the drama and blue balls you will get.” Racer adds.
“You are an old cynic, Pres. Coming home to the one woman for the rest of your life is not all that bad. If you click in all the right ways, then love, respect, and hot sweaty sex will be for the rest of your days,” Flame throws out there, and I hold my fist up for him to bump.
“Damn, straight,” I add.”
“Fuckers.”
“What are we going to do about Valarie?” I sit forward, resting my elbows on my knees, watching Pres.
At this point I am okay with letting her go; getting her far away from me and the club would be fucking safer. Yet, I want to keep an eye on her and make sure that she is not causing any more trouble for Stevie or the club. It is a twisted situation.
I also want to be with Stevie all the fucking time— have her with me, feel her again, because I can remember how fucking soft and hot she was when I sank into her.
But this distance between us is all over a fucking lie, and me not being able to talk to her about club business.
“I told Stevie why Val was here.” I sigh. “I know it is club business, but fuck, she was ready to fucking leave me and to never come back.”
Racer looks at me and I think he will fucking shoot me in the ass, but he nods.
“I get it. It is not deep club business. Just make sure that is all she knows.”
“Got it.”
“Valarie stays here for now. You need to get in contact with your friends in the race world and set up a buy-in.”
“Will do, Pres. Alex is the one to pay, so I will give him a call and get to work on the car. I need to make sure she is tuned up to perfection.”
“You going with the Nissan or the Toyota?”
“The Nissan,” I reply.
“Good. Check and double check every fucking inch of that car before the race date. No fucking mistakes.” He gives me a hard look.
“I know, Pres. That car will get the best treatment any car can have. No one will touch her except me.”