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  I could never be this way with Tabatha. She’s strong. Even when we have sex, I hold back what I fully want to do with her. I give Tabatha the control. This is where Valerie allows me to be a man. Take what I want, as dirty as I want and doesn’t judge me. What would Tabatha think of me if I asked to fuck her like a cheap whore? Make her weak in order to feel powerful?

  Walk away? She’s walked away from me twice now. Why not take what’s right in front of me?

  Making up my mind, I let go of Valerie’s wrists and pull away from her. Breathing heavy, I grab her arms and yank her down to her knees. She falls hard and whimpers from the force.

  “Show me.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  TABATHA

  The glow from the neon lights and the alcohol are making me feel pretty fucking good at the moment. But I know that I’ll feel like shit tomorrow. I’m only trying to drown out the memory of Dash. I remember the first morning I woke up in bed with him. How I wished I could just remember. Now I’m just hoping to forget.

  I left him! But that was the only option I had left. We had a secret relationship that was bound to fail.

  “Another,” Jackie yells over the music as she hands me a shot.

  I smile over at her before I down it like she ordered. I couldn’t ask for a better friend than her. She hasn’t even spoke to Blake, so she says. All I know is that she offered to go to Dash’s party and keep an eye on him. I told her that it didn’t matter anymore. I needed her here with me more than anything else. Thankfully, she understood that.

  I turn around and let my eyes adjust to the flashing lights that cover the dance floor. My body vibrates from the music that shakes the floor underneath my heels.

  I hate how unfair life is. I hate that the saying ‘money can’t buy you happiness’ is true. Because I would pay every dime I have to put Dash and me in a bubble where we live happily ever after. Where no one else can touch what we have.

  “Wanna dance?” Jackie asks, placing her hand on my shoulder.

  I turn back around to face her. “Not really,” I shout over the music.

  She throws her bottom lip out in an attempt to pout. “Come on. Let’s have some fun. You called me for fun.”

  “I know.” Jackie doesn’t agree with what I did. But she’s still trying to support my decision.

  “Hey, remember that one time when we were eighteen and we bought fake IDs? We snuck into a club. They ended up being over occupancy and the fire department showed up?” She laughs as she recalls our first time at the club. “We accidently gave them our real IDs and they called our parents?”

  I laugh along with her. We were grounded from seeing each other for two weeks. But we both got dates out of it. “Those firefighters were hot,” I add.

  She fans herself. “You’re telling me. I lost my virginity to the hunk.”

  I laugh softly and then the smile drops off my face. “I’m just trying to tell you that we thought that was the end of the world. I don’t think we have ever spent that much time texting and talking on the phone. Those two weeks were horrible. But we got through them.”

  I nod my head in understanding at what she is trying to say. “He loves you,” she says leaning over to talk softer into my ear. “He wouldn’t do anything to mess that up.”

  Even though I told him goodbye, I can’t help but pray that she’s right. Because no matter what has happened, I still love him. And if it came down to it, I would do anything for him.

  “So…” she continues, ordering another drink, “tonight we are gonna have one hell of a girls’ night and live it up.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  RODGER

  Usually, these text messages would make me happy, but the fact that they only consist of one word is starting to piss me off. An explanation to how he/she came to this conclusion would be nice. But what do you expect from someone who is uneducated?

  I look up from my phone and out into the crowd. I sit in the far corner booth that hidden in darkness. Thankfully, the neon lights and disco ball doesn’t reach this far back into the club. How people find these types of places entertaining is beyond me. They are dirty, loud, and it’s hard to see through the haze of the cigarette smoke. Not to mention all the drunken idiots. But that is the reason why I’m here. And of course, she is what some would call a white girl wasted. Trying to party it up and put a smile on her face while her boyfriend is throwing his own party back at home. I could assume that she is not there because they have separated. But if so, it’s recent, considering they were just at dinner last night with her father.

  I watch as Tabatha dances on the dance floor with her friend, Jackie. I never liked her. She is nothing but trash. They are hanging all over one another in their short dresses and high heels. I’ve been sitting here for the last hour and a half watching them get hit on. At first, they just sat at the bar drinking and pushing the guys away or ignoring them. But as time has gone by and they have continued to drink and do shots, they have been friendlier. Even danced with some. It’s disgusting to watch the men put their hands on Tabatha’s ass. She doesn’t even notice. Probably doesn’t even realize what they’re doing.

  She looks like a whore who was just rode hard and put up wet. It’s sickening. I don’t know what other men see in the women that they pick up at a bar. They’re sweaty and smell like alcohol.

  I watch as she stops dancing and turns to Jackie. She grabs her hand and points to the entrance. I smile. Finally. It’s time to make myself known.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  DASH

  I jump off my bike and run up the darkened walkway. Once I get to the door, I bang my fist on it. “Tabatha!” I scream. Nothing. “She has to be here,” I say between clenched teeth. “Tabatha!” I scream again.

  This can’t be happening. She has to be here. I couldn’t do it with Valerie. I couldn’t fucking do it! She kneeled down before me, ready and willing to suck my cock, and I couldn’t even undo my pants for her. Yes, my dick was hard but she wasn’t the one I wanted. She wasn’t the one who meant something to me. She had already confessed to the bike. I didn’t need to fuck up what I had with Tabatha because I had one-night with that bitch. I love her. I want to prove that to her. I want her to see that walking away was a mistake.

  I spin around when I hear a car door open. Tabatha stumbles out of the passenger seat. She giggles as she leans over talking to whoever is in it. I swallow thickly. She’s drunk. Standing upright, she slams the door shut and watches the car drive off. The moment she turns around, she stops, and the playful smile drops off her face.

  “I’m so sorry,” I say, making my way back down the steps to her.

  She lifts her hand and stumbles, taking a step back from me. “Why are you here?”

  “I’ve been trying to call you. You haven’t answered. I need to talk to you.”

  She shakes her head. “Why? What could you possibly have to say?” Her voice rises. “Finished having fun with Valerie so now you come over to have some fun with me?” she screams.

  I grab her by the shoulders to help steady her as I lower my face to hers. “I didn’t do anything with Valerie,” I growl.

  She snorts. “You smell like tequila. You’re drunk.”

  “So are you, princess.”

  She pulls away from me and shoves me out of her way as she walks up to her front door.

  I run a hand through my hair. “Please let me explain.”

  She stops at her door and spins around. “You didn’t sleep with her?”

  “No.”

  “Did she try?” she asks placing her hands on her hips.

  “Yes.”

  Her lips thin and she looks away from me. “Did you kiss her?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. I can’t lie to her. Not this time. I’ve lied to her before and it almost cost me everything.

  “Dash…” she whispers as she drops her head. She shakes her head as she stares down at the ground.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, walking up to her once again. I place m
y hands on her face and lift it so she has to look at me. “What I did was a mistake. And I’m here to make it right. I love you.” The words fly out of my mouth without thought.

  Her eyes narrow at my confession and she places her hands flat on my chest and shoves me backward. “Don’t you dare say that to me!” she screams. “You think you can confess to kissing her and then just tell me that you love me?” she asks in disbelief.

  Hurt. Pain. Rejection. Is what makes me respond the way I do. “You’re the one who broke up with me. You’re the one who left me. I was doing what I was told to do,” I yell back. “You were the one who ran when shit got difficult. Don’t make me sound like the bad guy.”

  “The bad guy? You are the bad guy. You kissed your ex. The ex who is still in love with you.”

  I stand tall as I look down at her, furious at what she is saying. “She was the one naked and trying to fuck me. And I thought about it. I had every opportunity to fucking do it.” Her eyes start to water and she swallows. “I did kiss her. I could have lied to you about that. I could have not come over here at all. Hell, you look pretty drunk yourself. Dressed like a slut. How do I know that you didn’t fuck some random stranger tonight?” She gasps. “What?” I snap. “It’s not that hard to believe. You’ve done it before,” I shout, fisting my hands down by my side.

  She opens her mouth to speak but closes it quickly. Her body slightly shakes and tears roll down her face. She wraps her arms around herself.

  I spin around, giving her my back—not wanting to see the pain that I just caused her. But it’s not fair to make me out to be the bad guy. Kissing Valerie was wrong, I admit that, but she had dumped me. I stopped Valerie when my body wanted her. Don’t I deserve something for that?

  “Dash?” Her voice shakes.

  “Don’t worry about it,” I sigh, not turning back around to look at her. “You were right to walk away.” And with that, I walk down the darkened walkway and jump onto my bike. I don’t even bother to look up at her. Her rejection hurt too much. I told her that I loved her and she did nothing. Said nothing. She doesn’t love me. Not the way I love her. And in all honesty, I should have never come over here.

  PROLOGUE

  TABATHA

  I slam my front door and lean back against it as I hear his bike speeding out of the neighborhood. I place my head in my hands and slide down the door until I sit on the floor. My head pounds. My body is sluggish. What hurts the most is that he was right. After I had a few shots, I loosened up. Jackie and I danced with random men. And it felt good. I allowed them to place their hand on my ass and spin me around the dance floor. I hated the fact that Dash was with Valerie doing God knows what, and I was feeling sorry for myself. I had made a decision, and I needed to grow up and move on. Then he shows up here. He loves me? I didn’t even let the words sink in before I went off on him. How could he love me? How could he just have been with her if he truly loved me?

  I cry harder. I love him, too, but couldn’t say it. What would he have done if I had said that I loved him? He would walk all over me. I don’t want that type of relationship. I deserve better. I don’t care what he says about me, his racing career will come first. By throwing that party, he proved that. My father will tell him to jump and he will always ask ‘how high’?

  But another part of me feels like I should have told him that I loved him. That I hated knowing that he was with her. I was scared and jealous. I’m only trying to protect myself.

  I jump when a knock sounds on my door. Spinning around, I open the door, ready and willing to do the apologizing this time.

  My heart pounds in my chest when I come face to face with Rodger. “What are you doing here?” My words slur from the alcohol and the anxiety I feel that he’s at my front door. His lips lift at the corners in an attempt not to smile. He then walks right past me, ignoring my question, and entering the house.

  I close the door and turn to face him. His eyes look over my redden skin from all the drinking and the smeared make-up from crying over Dash. I see his eyes harden. Reaching out, he wraps his hand around my throat. I try to scream, but nothing is coming out as he slams my back into the door. “Stop being a little bitch,” he says calmly as I frantically try to pull his hand away from my throat.

  I silently plead with him to let go before I lose consciousness. My vision is starting to fade and my legs are getting weak.

  He sighs heavily and lets go of me. My already buckled legs can’t hold me up and I drop to the floor. Gasping for breath, I rub my sore neck.

  He stands quietly and calmly in front of me as if he wasn’t just trying to kill me.

  “Are you done?” he asks keeping his voice calm. I look up to him with tears running down my face and I realize just how pathetic I must look. This is how he prefers his women. Kneeling before him.

  He places his hands in the front pocket of his pants, and he stares down at me, waiting for an answer.

  I swallow and it causes me to flinch from the pain. “Why are you here?” I ask quietly. My voice is scratchy and unfamiliar.

  He frowns. But doesn’t offer me an answer. “Come on,” he says bending down and taking my hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He jerks me to stand and I fumble to get my balance.

  “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I try to shout but it sounds more like a squeal.

  “You’re coming home with me,” he says with a smile. Have I lost my mind? Did I trip and fall, causing a head injury of some sort?

  “I will not!” I pull my hand out of his.

  “Yes, you are.” He pauses for a second as he reaches out and gently touches my face. I flinch away, and he just smiles. “It would be a shame if something happened to him.”

  My heart stops and what little breath I have catches in my throat at the words. “What?” I choke.

  “It would be awful for Dash to have another accident. Because you don’t want that precious Dash to have another accident, do you?”

  I grit my teeth to the point my jaw hurts. Son of a bitch. “What did you say?” I ask, taking a step toward him.

  “What would you do for him? To keep him safe?” His words make a chill run up my spine.

  “If you hurt him…” I growl.

  “I already have,” he states simply.

  I rush him and land my fist on his jaw.

  “Fuck,” he sneers as he grabs my hand and spins me around. He wraps his arms around my shaking body. I’m so mad that I see red. He pins my arms to my chest as he holds onto me tightly.

  “That’s going to cost you, Tabby.” He gives a dark chuckle into my ear. “I look forward to your payment.”

  “You son of a bitch,” I hiss trying to break free from him but he’s too strong. “What did you do to him?” I scream frantically.

  “His bike,” he quips and then pauses. “That was just a warning.”

  I stop trying to fight him in total shock. “What…? But…That was…”

  “Me.”

  I shake my head quickly and the notion makes me lightheaded. That can’t be. Dash told me that Valerie confessed.

  “So,” he continues to hold onto me tightly as he whispers into my ear, “what would you give up for him?”

  I swallow the lump in my throat. After the way I just treated Dash, he deserves everything from me. I was a total bitch and regret not telling him that I love him as well.

  I close my eyes and a sob wracks my body. “I almost feel sorry for you,” he whispers into my ear. “But I have a hard problem feeling sorry for others who put themselves in the situation at hand.”

  “Stop,” I beg as I try to wrap my mind around what is happening.

  “One more time. What would you give up for him?”

  I know exactly what he wants and I hate that he’s going to win. I won’t allow Rodger to hurt Dash. It’s not Dash’s fault that Rodger and I have a past. And it’s not Dash’s fault that he wrecked his bike and could have been severely injured. It’s all mine. If I wouldn’t have broken up with Rodge
r, I would have never gone to Dash’s party. It all starts with me.

  I hang my head as Rodger continues to hold onto me, and I whisper as I feel my heart break, “Me.” I give myself to Rodger because that’s what he wants. If I’m with him, he won’t hurt Dash.

  He continues to hold my back to his front, but he reaches one hand up and runs his knuckles down my face. I close my eyes tightly to try to stop the tears, but another sob wracks my body when he speaks.

  Good girl.”

  Keep an eye out for Dash Volume 3. Coming soon!

  THE END

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  UNFORGETTABLE

  Adjective

  Impossible to forget; very memorable

  PROLOGUE (VEGAS)

  TATE

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