Steel OW Drama

When I walk out the bathroom a few hours later, Rachel is still lying in my fucking bed. Marching over to the edge of it, I cross my arms and stare down at her. My lip curls in a snarl and my nostrils flare. “Why the fuck are you still in here?”

Rachel’s eyes widen at my aggression, but then she smiles coyly and they flare with heat. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re angry.”

She stretches her body out, spreading her legs to show me her slickness, but my dick doesn’t even twitch at the sight.

Giving her what she wants, I roll my eyes over her and let her see the repulsive disinterest set in my gaze. “Why don’t you go find someone to help you out with that? I got what I needed.”

“Are you serious right now?” she demands, sitting up and wrapping the sheet around her.

“Have I given you any indication that I wasn’t? Get the fuck out of my room before I get one of the old lady’s come in here and remove you themselves.” She climbs out of my bed in a huff, keeping the sheet wrapped around her. “You can leave the sheet, Rachel. I’ve already fucked every hole you have and so has every other man in here. No need to be modest now.”

Rachel snatches up her clothes and shoves herself into them all the while aiming sharp glares my way. Not that I give a single fuck. I just want her the fuck out of her so I can get my sheets changed and go get my daughter.

“And people believe you’re the quiet one,” she mutters. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

“If you’d have done what you were supposed to do, which was leave after we were finished, you wouldn’t be dealing with it. You don’t stay where you’re not wanted. Those have always been the rules for every brother in this club.”

“You wanted me plenty, Steel.”

“Newsflash, Rachel,” I say, sliding my cut over my shoulders. “It wasn’t you I was fucking.”

Her face loses all color and I regret my harsh words. Despite my frustration with her not being gone, she doesn’t deserve my anger because I’m the toxic fucking mess that my ex created.

I start to apologize, but she shakes her head and gives a bitter laugh. “Don’t even. We both know it won’t be sincere. You all don’t see us. We’re just fuck buckets without emotions. You come in, you fuck us, then you leave to be with your old lady’s, your baby mama’s, your fucking loves. For a club that preaches so much on loyalty, you all only extend that loyalty to your brothers.”

“You don’t like where you’re life is at, you’re free to fucking leave. We’re not holding you hostage, Rachel. You’re here of your own volition. All of you are. Your choice. Not ours. You don’t like your lot in life, then fucking change it. Now, for the last time, get the fuck out of my room.”

I swear I hear her mutter something about what goes around comes around, but since I can’t be sure, I shrug it off and set about cleaning up my room and wiping away the mistake I made by coming here tonight.

It’d have been less of a fucking headache to just fuck my hand.