The anger inside of Sonya was irrational, and she shouldn’t let this club whore get to her, but just picturing Jagger with this slut and imagining those marks on his back, had disgust filling her. But did she really expect any different? Hell, the first night she was here this very room had been filled with the members dry humping, getting strip teases and lap dances, and even getting blow jobs from the club whores currently acting all domestic. Why she was letting this bother her, and why did she care what DeDe said? She brought the picture of water to the table and set it down, but suddenly she was not hungry, and that intensified when she saw DeDe make her way up to Jagger and slide her hand up and down the back of his cut. She looked over at Sonya and grinned at the same time she leaned into his side. But Sonya wasn’t about to play the petty card like that bitch. Besides, her shoulder decided to throb fiercely at that moment, and lying down sounded better than dealing with this drama. She turned to head to her room, but there was a little tug on the bottom of her shirt and she looked down.
“Hi.” A little girl with two missing front teeth smiled up at her.
“Hi there,” Sonya said and smiled.
“That’s my big brudder and my daddy over there.” She turned and pointed to a boy about ten and a big looking biker with a long dark beard. “You’re preedy.”
Sonya couldn’t help but smile wider at the little girl.
“Bye.” She waved and skipped over to her father who scooped her up.
Sonya straightened and looked over at Jagger instinctively, but it was to see DeDe looking up at him with a wide, very sexual smile on her face. Sonya turned and just headed back to her room. She hated the jealousy inside of her, hated that she was letting the slut have any kind of control over her, and knew that the best thing for her to do was just separate herself and have some quiet time to think about her priorities.
Chapter Ten
“What are you doing, DeDe?” Jagger growled out the words and looked down at her. DeDe was currently rubbing up all over him, but the scent of the jealousy and proprietary claim that came from the club whore was enough to choke him. He looked over at where he had seen Sonya just seconds before, and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw her talking to Bean’s little girl, Janie. The smile that spread over Sonya’s face as she looked at the little girl did something funny to his heart. But then Janie was bouncing away, and that smile was leaving Sonya’s face. She didn’t look at him again, just turned and left down the hallway. Shit.
“Jagger, can you look at me, please?” There was this annoying, pleading quality in DeDe’s voice.
Jagger turned to her. He didn’t hold back his scowl.
“Maybe we can get together tonight, and I can show you how much I’ve missed you. I haven’t been with you in nearly a week, Jagger.” She slid her hands over the front of his cut.
He took a step back and growled low in his throat. He wouldn’t cause a scene in front of the children and the members’ families, but this shit with DeDe trying to place some kind of fucking claim on him needed to stop.
“I told you before that the only thing that has ever gone on between us is sex. I never promised you a spot by my side as an old lady, and the fact I can smell your jealousy over Sonya, and that this little show is to somehow show her that you think you are above her does nothing but infuriate me.”
She reached out for him again.
He pushed her hands away.
She scoffed, but she sounded more like a child having a tantrum. “I don’t understand what in the hell some random pussy has that I don’t.” DeDe crossed her arms over her chest, and although she was still wearing a cutoff shirt that covered her breasts completely because of the kids hanging around, she wasn’t wearing a bra and he could clearly see her nipples. But that sight did nothing for him aside from causing his dick to invert. “She’s nothing but a slit, and you seem to have some kind of infatuation for her, pushing me aside when I thought you and I were going somewhere that wasn’t just in the sexual aspect.”
Damn, had she not heard what he had just said to her? “Fuck, DeDe.” The words came out harshly, but she didn’t flinch. Jagger scrubbed a hand over his head. “Get this through your skull. I don’t want you, and didn’t want anything from you aside from what was between your thighs.”
She narrowed her eyes and flared her nostrils.
“I never promised you anything.” Now he was just beating a dead horse in this conversation with her. “No more, DeDe. I fucking mean it.” He turned and stalked out of the main club room and to Sonya’s room. He liked to think she left because she was jealous, but that was a shitty thing for him to want. Sonya hadn’t even been here a week, and although she did desire him there was also an end to all of this. He should and shouldn’t have ever brought her here. He wanted her safe more than anything, but it seemed like there was irrational shit with DeDe going on.