Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(14)

All I can do is smile and watch as she walks away. This woman just sacrificed her whole night and sleep to be here for me.

That’s something I’ll never fucking forget and I’m more thankful than she knows. I’ll make it up to her.

I lay here for a good twenty minutes or so, before I finally start falling back to sleep.

Of course, I fall sleep, while planning my return to take her on that motorcycle ride that I promised.

She may think that I’m not coming back for her, but I am. That’s a promise . . .





Styx

I’VE SPENT THE LAST TWELVE days bartending, while sitting on this damn stool, waiting on my ankle to heal.

I don’t mind bartending once in a while, but it’s far from being easy when you have to get up and hobble around for the right bottle of liquor every five seconds.

The women seem to think it’s sexy as hell and have been giving me almost more attention than I do when I’m out on the floor dancing.

Almost every drink that gets ordered comes with an offer to take me home and fuck me until my ankle doesn’t hurt anymore.

It’s like they like the idea of taking advantage of me and want to keep me for as long as they can.

A little too late for that shit. I’ve turned every offer down. The only woman I’ve been thinking about taking me to bed is Meadow.

She’s been all I can think about since she left me in that hospital bed and I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off her the next time I get the chance to touch her.

I just want to make it through the next couple of weeks and get this ankle healed so that I can ride my motorcycle again. I promised Meadow I’d be back for her and I still plan on it.

Cale offered me a few weeks off work to heal, but since Hemy is still a part time bartender and will be dancing to cover me, I told Cale that I’d cover for Hemy behind the bar.

Plus, sitting at home does nothing good for my head. Too much shit runs through it and going to the gym just to sit behind my desk is boring as shit. The club is the only option for me at the moment.

“Are you sure I can’t take you home and get you comfortable in my bed?” The beautiful woman in front of me points to her equally attractive friend. “We can both take your pain away. We promise it will be worth it.”

Sara rushes over and leans over the counter, annoyed with everyone taking so much time to order drinks from me. “Order your damn drinks. There’s a line behind you. You’re not getting Styx’s dick so move on.”

I lift my brows as Sara walks away to help her side of the bar. Damn, I love that woman sometimes.

“You heard the boss. Now, what can I get you besides my cock, ladies?”

One of the girls starts rambling on about some kind of special drink that she wants, but all I can focus on is what looks like the back of Meadow’s head, walking away.

I hop off the stool on my good leg, bouncing around to try to get a better view to see if it’s really her, but there’s too many heads in my way to get a good look.

It’s not until she’s walking out the door, that I get a view of the side of her face as she says something to Lane, before disappearing outside.

“Fuck. I’ll be back,” I tell Sara.

“Dammit,” she says to my back as my crippled ass hops over the bar and almost falls over the other side. “Don’t hurt your damn-self. Geez, Styx.”

I ignore her and fight my way through the crowd, getting felt up by pretty much everyone in my path.

By the time I reach the door and break free of the crowd, I get outside and look around, but don’t see Meadow’s truck anywhere.

Disappointment sets in as I run my hands through my hair in frustration.

I’ve been wanting to stop by the hospital and thank her, but I promised I’d be back on my motorcycle to take her on that ride.

I still have at least three weeks of healing before I can make that happen and I’m making every second of it worth the wait for her.

I just hope she’ll still be excited to see me by then . . .





Meadow

Three weeks later . . .

I CAN’T CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT when I get off work to see Styx leaning against his motorcycle, waiting for me in the parking lot.

My reaction only confirms how much I’ve actually been looking forward to seeing him again. I’ve been at the gym a few times since his accident, but didn’t expect him to be there since my shift has been so messed up lately. I even stopped at the bar one night, but saw him surrounded by women at the bar, so I left, knowing that I’d never get the chance to talk to him.

Now, he’s here and I feel this rush that I can’t contain. My heart is going crazy as I look him over.

He’s dressed in a leatherjacket, old faded jeans and a pair of biker boots. He looks so sexy and badass, like he’s straight from a damn movie that all of us women fantasize about.