Withstanding Me(6)

“I swear on my dick I won’t laugh.”

She squeaks out a small laugh before nodding. “Mom was an alcoholic and a slut; it was only fitting that she named me after her favorite beverage as well.” Storm takes a deep breath. “Apple Drye Martini,” she says quietly.

Wait. What?

“Seriously,” I say, pulling back a little.

“Yeah, funny huh?”

“Apple is a beautiful name; it’s different. But your last name is really Martini?”

“Yep,” she says, pushing away from me. “Now that you know my stupid name, I gotta get ready for a date.”

“The fuck,” I roar. She won’t fuck me, but she can go on dates? That’s messed up.

“You won’t give me the time of day, but you can go on dates? Seriously Storm,” I growl out with a little too much anger.

She starts walking away towards her office, and I follow. I’m so fucking raging mad, I can’t see straight. She has that power over me, and I can’t fuckin’ stand it.

She enters the code to the office, and it clicks open. “I told you ZZ. I’m tired of being just a piece of pussy. You should get that.”

Hell if I do. Sex is fuckin’ fantastic. Why does there have to be strings attached to it? Women are so damn complicated. Shit burns me up.

“I get that you don’t wanna be passed around darlin’. I’m just asking for some pussy. We’ll both get off; it’ll be fantastic. We both get something outta it. What’s wrong with that?”

“Everything babe,” she says kicking off her boots. What the fuck is she doing? “Randy’s nice. He’s a lawyer, and he won’t expect me to put out just because he buys me a meal.”

“A fuckin’ lawyer? You gotta be shittin’ me!”

“No, ZZ… I’m not shittin’ you. He’ll treat me good. Don’t you want that for me?” She asks staring straight into my eyes as she changes into a short black dress. If she didn’t have me captivated by her killer gaze, my eyes would be roaming every curve of her body right now.

“Wait? Did you say Randy? As in Randy Meyers, the club’s fuckin’ lawyer?”

Oh hell to the fuckin’ breakneck no!

“That’ll be that Randy,” she smirks, slipping into some fuck me red heels. I admit they make me groan almost too loudly.

Just when I’m about to tell her that shit ain’t happenin’, my prepay rings. Of all the mother of goddamn times for my phone to ring, it rings now.

“Dillan,” I growl out.

“Your daughter slipped past Rap while we were in church. I haven’t been able to locate her,” Shadow growls.

“Fuck! I’m on my way,” I say before snappin’ my phone shut. “This discussion isn’t over yet baby. I gotta locate Tatiana.”

“She just wants your attention, ZZ.”

“No. What she wants is to kill me with a motherfuckin’ heart attack. Don’t go on that date Apple or I swear I’ll rain hell fire down on you.” I point as I open the door to leave.

“I don’t do well with threats or promises M. A. S. O. N,” she spits each letter of my name out. “I’ll go, and I’ll be damned if you stop me. You think just because you’re big bad ZZ from Breakneck and that because I’m a part of Winter’s family that you can just have me do as I’m told? Well here’s a lesson for you.” She stands straight. “You don’t fuckin’ own me. You don’t possess me, and you don’t fucking treat me like one of your little muffler bunnies!”

This pretty bitch is wearing down my patience.

“Lesson for you, Miss Martini. I want your pussy so I shall have your pussy, and anything or anyone standing in my way will be taken out. Winter’s also a part of my family; therefore, you’re a part of my family. And one day very soon my face will be buried in between those beautiful thighs, tasting all those wonderful juices that you’ll be squirting out as my tongue laps you up from front to back. So don’t tell me what the fuck I’m gonna do. I already know what the fuck I’m gonna do, yeah?” And with that, I leave her standing there looking all sexy and shit, in her black dress, and fuck me heels with her mouth gaping open.

***

Storm

Jesus Christ! It’s safe to say that between my legs is dripping wet. How am I supposed to go out with Randy smelling like sex? Shit!

Randy is an amazing guy and was hesitant to ask me out because I am a part of the club’s family, but I assured him there was nothing to worry about and I fear I lied to him.

ZZ can’t expect me to wait just because he has commitment issues and just wants a piece of me before he’ll let me go. I mean that’s just ridiculous. I don’t think it’s right. He knows what I went through; he knows I was just a piece of meat to tons of guys when I was trafficked. The fact I’m moving on with my life and I refuse to be haunted by that makes me so fucking strong, but when it comes to ZZ, and all of his chocolate colored fuck me hair and his chocolate colored eyes and his beefy body, I’m weak, so fucking weak. I want him, all of him, and yet he only wants my pussy. So Randy is my safe bet. I’m young, I don’t wanna settle down. I just want to belong to one man, even if it’s not forever.