Claiming the Biker by Glenna Maynard

Author:Glenna Maynard [Glenna Maynard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Glenna Maynard
Published: 2022-05-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter ten

October

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My alarm blares from the nightstand as Winston scratches at the bedroom door begging to be let out. “Dude, chill,” I grumble, throwing my covers back and planting my feet on the floor. My right foot glides through something warm and mushy. I automatically know without looking. The fucking dog shit right next to my bed. He does this crap on purpose because he’s a little asshole. “I’m dropping you at the pound, bro.”

His response is a grunt and snort as his pink little tongue hangs out the left side of his mouth. Winston knows my threats are empty. I’d never go through with it. I love him as though he’s my child. My annoying, disgusting, fury child with bug eyes who slobbers and snots way too much. He usually pulls stunts like this when Viking sleeps over. He’s a jealous little asshole. They both are.

I haven’t been sleeping that great. One of my former classmates has gone missing. It’s been blasted all over our local news. Mariah was always a sweetheart. I just hate the thought that something terrible has happened to her. I know she has a kid, and I can’t imagine how worried her family must be. I went as far as calling my friend Bianca and asking her if there was anything she can do to help. She has a reputation for having what I’d refer to as special intuition while others would straight up call her a witch.

I bought some perfume from the shop she runs with her grandma for Hazel to spice things up with Holy when they were having issues. Supposedly it contains mood boosting pheromones to make a man desire you. I’m not saying I’m a believer, but it seemed to do the trick.

I hobble to the door, careful not to track dog shit across the hardwood flooring as I open it to let the little devil out so he can go destroy something in the living room until I feed him. I’ve gone as far as having cameras installed so I can keep an eye on the shithead when I’m at work because he gets bored and lonely and is creative in letting me know he’s mad at me.

I know I should crate him, but I’d feel terrible with how many hours I work. Plus, I can’t always count on my mom or Viking being able to let him out.

I showered before I crawled into bed last night, so I stick my right foot in the tub and get to scrubbing trying not to vomit. Being a nurse, you wouldn’t think a little dog shit would perturb me, but it turns my stomach.

My mom bought me a t-shirt when I graduated from nursing school that read, ′I’m a nurse. I’ll touch anything as long as I’m wearing gloves.′

I snort remembering it. She was so proud of herself for finding it online and receiving it in time.

I pat my foot dry while Winston tugs on the end of my towel wanting me to play with him.

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