CHAPTER 11
There's a naked bombshell standing at Waylon's door.
The sight of her hits me hard. Like a stone thrown straight at my heart.
It shouldn't, though.
Waylon’s woman…. I’ve been correcting people who called me that all week. But, I guess somewhere in my foolish head, I started to believe it a little bit.
All his talk about how I belonged to him. Him acting like he really wanted me and only me in his bed even though he had easy access to all the women he could want. Of course, that had been a pile of lies.
He was an MC. A criminal. All the things I'd vowed to stay away from.
Of course, he'd talk about me, belonging to him in one breath, and cheat on—No, no, that’s not correct, Amira.
Make that simply sleep with somebody else. He’d sleep with someone else while claiming to wa
