Walk Of Shame(79)

I hear a car door slam behind me, but I refuse to turn around. I never want to have to see her driving away from me again.

Within a few seconds, she starts the car and I hear it pull away. I walk over and stand in front of Cale’s truck for a few minutes before walking inside and grabbing my phone.

I dial Nico’s number and wait for him to answer.

“Yo. What’s up, bro?”

I grind my jaw and take a deep breath. “I need you to do me a favor. Tonight.

Damn. I can’t believe I’m doing this . . .



I PULL MY HARLEY INTO the back of Walk Of Shame and kill the engine. I haven’t stopped thinking about my plans for tonight since Onyx drove away from my house. It’s had me on edge all damn day.

I’m here to ease my mind a bit. Not to get plastered, but to douse the anger that is building inside at the thought of another man touching Onyx. I want to protect her, but at the same time . . . I want her back. I want to take care of her needs and ease her mind.

It may hurt like a bitch, but I deserve it. I hurt her far worse than I can ever imagine. I was her weakness. I broke down her walls while keeping mine up. I was too broken to let her in. I had lost everyone that I loved in life and I was afraid of letting myself love anyone else. I was afraid that if I lost one more person that it would push me over the edge. The day she walked out my door was the day I realized I had loved her all along. Made me realize I wasn’t as damaged as I thought.

This is her payback. I need to feel her hurt, drown in my own pain and suffering. I’ll do whatever it takes and you better believe I won’t back down.

I see Stone as soon as I walk through the door. He nods to me with a wink while grabbing some chicks head and grinding his cock against her face.

I nod back and go to find Cale at the bar. It’s a Tuesday night; it’s one of our slowest days.

“What’s up, man.”

Cale slides a glass in front of the girl across from him before cashing her out and slipping the change into his tip jar.

“Not shit.” He smiles, flashing his deep set of dimples. “Just enjoying this relaxing night. I sometimes forget how nice it can be to just bartend. No screaming girls in my damn ear. You know?”

“I hear ya.” I pull out my wad of cash and throw him a ten. “Give me a beer.”

Cale reaches below him in the fridge and slams a beer down in front of me. “You look like you need one. Things didn’t go well with your girl?”

I give him a hard look and grind my jaw, trying to keep my cool. “Depends on what the hell you consider good.” I tilt back my beer and look up at him. “Let’s just say I arranged a little fun for her tonight and it has me a little on edge.” I run my hand through my hair and tilt my head back. “I deserve it though. I have no right to be mad.”

“Ouch. You just have to think of it this way. At least she wants you there for her fun. She could want to do whatever that is without you. It’s a step, my man.”

I nod my head while slamming back more of my beer. I sit here in silence for a moment and try my best to think of the positive shit this could lead to. “I suppose your ass is right. If it’s one step closer to making her mine again then I’ll do it and show her how far I’m willing to go for her this time.”

Cale jumps up to sit on the bar and slaps my shoulder. “Right on. You know no woman can resist the Hemy charm.”

I tilt my head up and give him a dirty look. “She left me, asshole. It obviously doesn’t work on her.”

“Yeah. And that’s why you have to show her the new Hemy charm. Has any other woman been able to resist you?”

I shake my head while finishing off my beer.

“Exactly!” He jumps down from the bar and fetches me another beer. “She’ll come around. Now drink that and get the hell out of here. I have shit to do.”

He backs away with a smile while giving me the middle finger with both hands before turning around and helping another customer.

I’m going to please my woman and make her mine again. I don’t care how . . .





I’VE BEEN OFF WORK FOR the last hour, trying to get my head straight. I spent the whole night lost in thoughts of Hemy, and trying to decide what I should do. He hurt me. He hurt me numerous times and the visions I have of him playing in my head are like a poison. They’re draining me bit me bit, making it hard to even function.

We weren’t supposed to meet up like this. I was supposed to have more time to prepare. I was hoping he wouldn’t recognize me at first and that I would have more time to feel him out, to see if he has changed. I have something to tell him. This is something that will change his life forever, but I need to know that he is clean, and the only way to do so is to spend time with him.