Taming Bull: A Friends to Lovers Military MC Romance (Dead Presidents MC Book 9) by Harley Stone

Author:Harley Stone [Stone, Harley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-11T18:30:00+00:00

9

Lily

I HAVE A dog. I’m surrounded by babies and friends. I’m beginning an awesome apprenticeship soon. My life is amazing. And full. Hell, it’s so complete it’s practically a new game of Jenga. All my pieces are together, and nothing’s in danger of going sideways. I have everything I need.

A man? I scoffed at the idea.

I don’t need a man. I’ve got this. I’m a fuckin’ boss.

You know what? I’ll be my own man.

That probably wasn’t a thing, but I was going with it. Affirmations stuck on repeat in my head, I waded through happy couples and competed for the affection of their children. I wasn’t sure how many times I needed to lie to myself before I brainwashed my subconscious into not constantly seeking out Bull, but I had to be making progress. I’d turned avoiding him into a goal, and I crushed goals. I made goals my bitches.

My gaze unconsciously landed on the source of my torment, and I wanted to kick my own ass.

Dammit! I was doing so good.

Since Hailey was on my hip, dancing with me to the music, I couldn’t very well beat my head against the wall, but I was tempted. Still, I needed to keep moving so the five-year-old little ball of energy would forget how badly she wanted to play with Trent. Unfortunately, he sprinted by, flying a plastic dragon over his head. It was too much temptation for her to handle. She tugged on my shirt and asked to be put down. Understanding how she felt—it was taking everything within me not to chase after my own best friend—I briefly considered pretending I couldn’t hear her over the music and surrounding conversations. I’d be doing the girl a favor. If she learned to deny herself now, it’d save her so much trouble in the long run.

But, why delay the inevitable?

I set her down and she scurried off in the direction Trent had disappeared in, without so much as a goodbye. Trying not to feel completely abandoned, I refocused on the many blessings of my life. Grandma used to say gratitude was the key to happiness. I had more to be grateful for now, than ever. Joy should be oozing out of my goddamn pores like oil and dead skin cells. Contentment should be radiating from me like fucking sunshine.

So, why did I feel so gloomy?

My gaze shot to Bull.

Dammit!

Maybe I needed a rubber band around my wrist that I could snap every time I saw him. Or possibly a shock collar? Hot sauce was another option, but it wouldn’t work for me. When I was still sucking my thumb past my toddler days, Grandma used to dip it in Tapatio, thinking the heat would cure me of the habit. Instead, I’d discovered my love for spice. A rubber band or a shock collar would probably just push me into masochism.

How did I get this fucked up?

Bull was once again in my sights.

I’d most likely have to gouge out my eyeballs to break this addiction.

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