“You think I don’t know you have them?” She looked at him. “I don’t want us to end up like my parents or worse, like yours.”
“There’s no chance of that. For us to ever be like our parents, you have to give up the goods and I don’t fucking see you doing that.” He got up and headed toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“Out!” He slammed the door closed, and she winced from the sound.
He was angry, and she’d been the one to cause it.
Putting a hand to her face, she tried to drown out the guilt, but nothing was happening.
The guilt was very much there.
She turned her head to the left and caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Tonight was supposed to be a party, or at least her dad had told her it would be. Dressed in a white dress with red roses on it, she’d left her hair down, no makeup, and she thought she looked pretty.
Why can’t you go the whole way with Bishop?
It wouldn’t change who you are. It wouldn’t mean anything.
Pushing some hair off her face, she knew she wasn’t ready, and sex, it wasn’t about doing it fast and getting it done. She wanted it to be special the first time, all the times.
Staring at her reflection, she took a deep breath. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You have a right to refuse. You don’t need to be forced into having sex.” She nodded her head.
She was in no doubt at all Bishop would find another willing body tonight and then in the morning, he’d be attentive again.
She didn’t know how much longer she could go on with this back and forth between them. It was so exhausting.
The party was in full swing, and Milly smiled as she thought about what she’d seen. Bishop, as always, had come to her, and after sucking his dick, he’d left her alone, but she’d seen him take Robin up to his room.
It would mean he wouldn’t be taking her to his room unless she got Robin out of the way.
Her parents had already had their little fight and were now drinking.
She spotted Bear with some of the women all over him, challenging Rebecca to say something.
Preacher was around somewhere as well.
In her pocket was the little sachet of powder she’d purchased. It was enough to keep a woman aware of what was happening, but perfectly still.
It hadn’t taken her long to come up with her plan, and if she was able to get Robin to come downstairs, she was determined to knock that little bitch down a peg or so.
Watching the door, she ignored the stares of a couple of the men. If they were really desperate for their dicks to be sucked and fucked, they could come to her. She was tired of being the one always on her hands and knees, begging.
Being on the floor, taking cock repeatedly for nothing wasn’t how she wanted to keep living her life.
She could have been anyone, and she liked the position of the old ladies she’d seen. Not just in this club but in the few she’d visited.
Men and women feared old ladies because of who their men were. She wanted that. She wanted people to cross the road to avoid her, or to stutter in her presence.
The power was a heady feeling, and she knew the only way to get that was either through Preacher, who never went near her, or Bishop.
He was young enough and stupid enough to fall for her. However, he’d shown her how much Robin meant to him. He cared about her a great deal. She knew he was in love with Robin, and everyone adored Robin.
Her sweet tendencies. How could she do anything wrong?
Well, Milly was going to make sure she did something wrong.
As if on cue, Robin came through to the main clubhouse.
She looked out of place in her pretty white dress with roses on it. Very sweet, but that’s what the men liked. The sweetness could be seen, but the men also saw the curves on the young woman.
A couple of the club brothers took a moment to look at Robin.
She was forbidden fruit.
Sexy as fuck.
Even Milly could admit it. Robin had a big pair of tits and wide hips, giving the full, hourglass figure. Milly knew why her mother hated her so much, because she was every single guy’s wet dream without even trying. She didn’t vie for affection or seek out attention, and to the men, it just made her more of a trophy.
Of course, Robin was a trophy no man could have all because of Bear.
Getting to her feet, Milly smiled.
“Hey, there, I’m so sorry about what I saw earlier. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you. Milly, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, that’s me. I’m a little Milly. I’m all alone. Everyone is taken. I don’t suppose you’d dance with me.”