“Not hostile, just busy.” I hit the save as button on my laptop so I don’t lose all my homework. There is absolutely no way I will be able to focus with him around me. Hell, I will be lucky if I can even function when he leaves, which I hope is very soon.

“You’ve been a little distant, Tea. What’s that about?”

Oh. My. God.

Mind games. This is what he does. Pushes and pulls, pushes and pulls, over and over again. It makes me want to turn the tables on his ass and cause bodily freaking harm!

Must. Remain. Calm, Tatiana!

“You kept pushing me away, Shadow. I’m only giving you what you wanted.”

After I close my laptop and shove my papers back into a folder, I turn to face him. He looks pensive, but almost smirky at the same time. Although he looks hot in his shades, I always want to rip them from his face so I can see his eyes. If I want to get answers from Shadow, I’ll find them in his gaze. This is one of the main reasons he keeps them covered and masks them with blue contacts.

“Hmm…” He manages to get out minutes later.

I want to grab him by his leather cut and shake the shit out of him.

“Shadow, I’m ready to go.” Winter’s voice breaks our gaze from one another.

Thank god!

My shoulders slump and he takes one last look at me before turning towards Winter. Storm cackles and waits for Shadow and Winter to leave before she opens her mouth.

“Well, that wasn’t tense at all…”

I smirk at her. “Very funny, Storm.”

Piper puts the last bottle of whiskey away before she comes back to the bar, leans in, knots her hands under her chin, and stares at me.

No, that isn’t weird at all.

“You’re creeping me the hell out, Piper.”

She looks at Storm before they burst out in laughter. They are trying to get a rise out of me and I am doing my best to refrain from letting my age show. I may not be much younger than they are, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to act more mature.

“You think it’s too early for them to know what the baby is?”

Storm sighs before answering Piper. “Probably so, but try telling that to Braxx.”

My heart aches for her and my father, and even though Storm says she is okay with not having a baby, everyone knows it is the biggest lie of them all.

***

Chapter Three

Shadow

This is not my idea of a good time. Sitting at the doctor’s office with a pregnant woman, who isn’t knocked up by me¸ is beyond fucking uncomfortable. We aren’t even here five minutes before women start staring at me. Generally, I’d take pleasure in making them squirm under my scrutiny, but they are stressing Winter out. It doesn’t take a lot to figure out she is exercising a lot of patience right now. The magazine in her lap even starts to irritate her and the pages begin to crinkle under her fingertips.

“Don’t you see he’s fucking sitting here with a pregnant woman? I could very well be his fucking wife!”

I groan. Fuck! Where the hell is my Prez?

This has to be those pregnancy hormones he keeps bitching about.

Why in the fuck am I stuck doing this shit? Winter is a cool chick, don’t get me wrong, but this is not my area of expertise. I’ve got to give it to her. She’s handling the vultures pretty well. They really are sitting here openly staring at us, as they try to figure us out.

“Do you not see the leather he’s sporting?”

A chuckle escapes my lips and her head turns towards mine, so quickly, it reminds me of the damn exorcist and I almost shiver. Hell, she can be scary. I hold my hands up in defense to remind her I am not the bad guy.

“Get my mind off these idiot women who are picturing you taking them out to the parking lot and showing them a good time.”

I frown. Taking one of these women out to the parking lot is not my idea of a good time. Now, thoughts of binding her wrists behind her back and pounding ruthlessly into her dry cunt have my cock jerking inside my jeans.

“What’s going on with you and Tatiana?”

Not this shit again. If I didn’t know any better, I would assume everyone wants my palm print on Tea’s ass, and maybe even a little blood drawn from her. Are they fucking nuts? The thought does seem more than appealing.

“Well…,”

Where the hell is my Prez? His wife is on my last nerve. I would give my right nut to get out of this conversation. That is how uncomfortable it is.

“Ain’t shit going on, and to be honest with you, it’s really pissing me off how everyone won’t get off my goddamn case about it!”

She laughs as she responds. “You… you dumb shit. You want her, and you’re like all the other men in Breakneck.” She leans down to whisper. “You’re all fucking pussies.”

I clap my hands together like the smartass that I am. “Congratulations, you got us all figured out, don’t you?”

“What’s going on?”

I groan and turn towards my Prez. I’m that out of my game if I didn’t even sense him enter the doctor’s office. What in the fucking shit is wrong with me lately?

“Not shit. I’m outta here.”

I’m going to fucking play. I have to get rid of all this excess frustration that has built up inside of me. If I can’t release my demons, I might never get my shit back together. The thought makes me ill. I don’t even wait for the Prez to give me orders. I’m not doing jack shit until after I sink my cock into some pussy.