Page 55 of The Originals
“Your ass ain’t going anywhere.”
It wasn’t a retort. It was a fact. This wasn’t the first time she threatened to leave over seeing something she didn’t like. Short fuse was an understatement.
“What’s the fucking problem?” Grain asked, and pointed to the door. “She’s got her tits out practically laying on the fucking bar, and I’m not supposed to look? They’re tits, of course I’m gonna fucking look. Guys like tits.”
Her jaw squared, and her lips twisted into a devious smirk.Fuck, I’m not going to like this.
“In that case—” She grabbed the hem of her shirt and ripped it off. Regina didn’t miss a beat, reached around her back, unclasped her bra, and dropped it to the ground. “I’ve got tits, it’s only fair I get to show mine at the bar.”
What the…
Regina marched to the door and grabbed the handle.
“You open that fucking door, I’m gonna paddle your ass.”
Without any hesitation, she ripped open the door and walked out.
“Motherfucker.”
Grain caught up to her halfway down the hall. She had her shoulders back, tits out, and chin up. She was like a fucking goddess. Grain was seconds from losing his mind when Jack stepped in front of her.
“Sweetheart, as much as I enjoy your spirit, admire your fire, and” —Jack slowly glanced down and smiled— “appreciate your assets, I don’t need a riot in the clubhouse. It’s been a long day.”
Regina folded her arms, which in turn propped up her breasts. Grain clenched his jaw, but Jack had the decency and respect for Grain to not give in to her little ploy.
“You sure?”
Jack chuckled, glancing over at Grain then back to Regina.
“Yeah, darlin’, I’m sure.” Jack lifted his chin, gesturing down the hall and didn’t move until Regina spun around, sending a sharp glare at Grain. She walked into the room and slammed the door.
Jack laughed, shaking his head. “Got your hands full with that one.”
Grain scoffed. “You ever see anything fucking like her before?”
Jack stilled, arched his brow, and stared back at Grain. His president didn’t have to say it, Grain knew. Regina was the female version of himself.
Chapter Fourteen
Son of a bitch!
Regina was still fuming when she made it back to Grain’s room. She slammed the door behind her so hard a framed picture on the wall fell to the floor. The glass hadn’t broken.Too bad!She was beyond livid. Being with Grain for almost a year and living the club life, she understood that other women, mainly club whores, were part of it. Nudity ran rampant in the clubhouse, along with open sex acts on full display. Regina herself had partaken in a few exploits in public. However, it was common knowledge to everyone, Grain was her man. The thought that he’d even indulge in humoring a club whore had her seeing red.
Fuck him!
She stalked over to the bed, grabbing her shirt from the floor. When she heard the door crack, her blood boiled through her veins.
“You calm down yet?”
Regina had a retort on the tip of her tongue. However, if there was one thing Grain hated most, it was being ignored. That was the beauty of knowing someone so well.I know your triggers. Regina quickly put on her shirt, flipping her hair from the collar. She glanced across the room, searching for her pocketbook.
“Gee,” he snapped, moving closer, but she side stepped him, walking to the chair in the corner. She grabbed her bag, hooked it over her shoulder, and dug inside for her keys.
It would be a long ride home on barely any sleep, but she’d do it. If for no other reason than to prove her point. As much as they spent a lot of time together, they were separated a lot too with the distance from Lawry to Ghosttown. There’d been times when Grain’s runs were scheduled on days she didn’t work and vice versa. Spending time apart meant their trust for one another had to be solid.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going!” he shouted, throwing his arms up in the air, clearly frustrated.
Regina continued her silent treatment. Why wouldn’t she?It’s working.