fucker.
Adelaide
I knew coming to the clubhouse was going to be a mistake, but I needed to be there for my friend. Marek called and asked if I could swing by and take Sully out for a few hours; he had some club business to attend to and didn’t want to leave her alone.
I readily agreed, the utter concern in his voice sealing the deal for me. Of course, in good ol’ Marek fashion, he appointed one of his men to join us. Tripp. Which I didn’t mind at all because the man’s charm had grown on me. Plus, I could make sure once and for all that he was fully healed. It was touch and go in the very beginning, but thankfully he’d pulled through with flying colors. Even though it pissed Stone off beyond reason, I was happy to check in on my favorite patient.
Standing a few yards away, I briefly saw Stone and Jagger going at each other in a boxing-type ring, which had to have been new because it wasn’t there the last time I was. Berating myself for even being drawn to the infuriating man, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek every now and then.
The man had an incredible body, and watching the way he moved while he sparred with Jagger was amazing. For some reason, they had both been on their backs when I’d first arrived, but for the past five minutes, they were really going hard at each other, throwing jabs and kicks faster than I thought humanly possible. The muscles in Stone’s back flexed and constricted with every punch he threw, his thick thigh muscles holding him in place, waiting for Jagger’s counterattack.
“You ready, ladies?” Tripp called from across the courtyard, striding closer and pulling my attention, distracting me from the rampant thoughts firing off inside my head. The nomad was pretty incredible-looking; add his charm and he was a lady-killer for sure. Too bad I wasn’t interested in him that way. The only man who did it for me was the one fighting close by.
For some reason, I was curious to see what Stone’s reaction would be to Tripp accompanying Sully and me on our little outing. He’d always reacted unfavorably when Tripp was around me before, I wondered if today would be any different. I was the one who told him it was over between us, and after a few days of him calling me nonstop and showing up at my apartment, he’d abruptly stopped.
Did he not care anymore?
Did I care?
Sadly, yes. More than I cared to admit, even to myself.
Throwing an arm over mine and Sully’s shoulders, Tripp gifted us both with one of his signature smiles. I dared to glance over toward where Stone was and saw his entire body tense in anger. But he didn’t say anything, merely glared at me before exiting the ring. I thought for sure he was going to come over and threaten Tripp, but instead he said something to Marek in passing and disappeared inside the clubhouse.
Marek strode our way and slapped the nomad on the back. “Don’t fuck around. I’m trusting you with my wife’s life.” The two men exchanged a look, Tripp nodding when whatever message they’d passed to each other was finished.
I smiled and said, “Hey, what about me?”
“It goes without saying, Adelaide. You’re as important to a certain someone as my wife is to me.” His statement confused the man sent to babysit us, but I knew exactly who he was talking about. What had Stone told Marek about us? I guessed it didn’t matter really, because there was no longer an us . “He’ll watch over the both of you like his life depends on it.”
“Fuck,” Tripp mockingly grumbled. “I had no idea this was gonna be so stressful. I just thought I was hanging out with two hotties, shopping for clothes and shit.” The twinkle in his eye put everyone at ease, even though Marek didn’t want to show as much. He liked the guy, and apparently he trusted him.
When we approached my car, Tripp opened both of our doors before taking a seat in the back. Never in a million years would Stone allow a woman to drive while he was a passenger, insisting
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