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She starts to protest, but I stop her before she can even get the words out.  
    “Darlin’ trust me. You can’t change a man like that. He only wants your pussy and nothing more. He will be back to fucking club whores and anything with fucking legs, in a few hours.”  
    “He cares about me,” she rushes out. Even she doesn’t believe the lies in her head. “Why do you care anyway?” she gives me a dirty look. As much as I want to spank her ass and tell her to not act desperate, I know that shit isn’t going to fly with her right now.
    “I care because I’m the one you’re sleeping next to at night. I’m going to be the one to save your fucking ass, when the time comes and that bastard of an ex comes sniffing around.” She tries to get out of my lap, but I stop her.  
    “Don’t fucking confuse my caring to wanting more. Do I want you safe? Yeah. Do I want to fuck you? Hell yeah. Am I going to be your ticket to get out of this place? No. You fucking deserve more than me, Striker, and this fucking club. You’re fucking beautiful, and I know a fuckin’ shit ton of men who would want you as their ole’ lady. Don’t settle Darlin’.”
    I see the tears well up in her eyes. I know she’s going to run away, and try to hide from this shit. I’m trying to give her the facts, but I know women never want to hear them. They just want a man to take care of them, until the next fuckin’ idiot comes to take the last one’s spot.
    “I wouldn’t make a good enough ole’ lady for you?” her voice breaks, and it tears at my heart. I don’t even know this girl, and something about her gets me to fucking care. I have never cared about a bitch before, and I sure as hell don’t want to start now.
    “Darlin’ I’m sure you’d make a fucking perfect ole’ lady for someone, but I don’t do relationships. Never have, never will.” She looks away, and I know that hurt her feelings.
    “What if I don’t ask for anything in return?” her lip trembles, and I know she’s scared.  
    “What do you want from me?” I ask, grabbing her chin and lifting her face to mine.  
    “I told you last night.”  

Chapter Six

    The way he looks at me, I know that he isn’t telling me the truth. I have a feeling he’s making it seem like he doesn’t like me, when in reality he does. Sleeping with Striker was a mistake. One that I’ve made countless times, but he never turns me away when I need him.
    “You told me you needed to feel last night, and I’m sure Striker already took care of that for you this morning.” His voice is harsh, and I swear there is something more that he isn’t saying.  
    “You told me no, so I had no other choice,” I whisper. He shakes his head, pushes me off of his lap, and onto the bed.  
    “Trust me, you had a choice, and you made the one that benefited you. I’m sure you’ll be okay without my help,” he turns and walks out of the room without another word. I’m actually dumbfounded. I never expected those words to come out of his mouth, and although I know he’s telling me the truth, the rejection stings.  
    I’ve never been rejected before, and I think I understand what he meant. I didn’t get what I wanted from him. So I went to the one person I knew I could get what I wanted. I knew Striker wouldn’t turn me down, and I took advantage of it.  
    While I was in his room, he kept asking me about Raef, and he wanted to know the real reason I was staying in his room with him. I didn’t give him any information, and part of me is glad. Maybe Striker really did have something to do with the photo of me.  
    Lying on the bed, I start to remind myself that I don’t deserve either of them. My life has just been one fuck up after another, since the day I turned eighteen.  
    Closing my eyes, I try to not cry. Every time I think I’m making the one right choice, I fuck it up by making ten terrible ones.  
    Pulling the blankets over my head, I close my eyes, and try to forget