Biker Billionaire #1: a Wild Ride
“John said.
I rolled my eyes and huffed. “Whatever, John. You say that, and then what? Okay, you’re sorry. I forgive you. But what does that fix? Nothing. Just leave me alone. Take me home.”
“Please, baby. I can do better. I’ll change.”
“Yeah. Heard that, too. Just last week, in fact.” I stared out the window of John’s VW Golf, watching the suburban side streets flicker past, rain-drenched and gray and dull. Like my life.
“Well, what the hell do you want me to do? I said I’ll do better, I said I’d change. And I will. I promise. Haven’t I always fixed things before?”
I didn’t want to answer that question, so I didn’t. I toyed with the half-carat ring on my finger, placed there a month ago. Four long, painful weeks, in which we’d argued more than we’d kissed, fucked in anger more than we’d made love, ignored each other more than we’d gone on dates.
“Come on, baby. Please, talk to me.” John put his hand on my leg, and I brushed it off.
“What is there to say?
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