Roofie (MMA Bad Boys Book 2) Read Free Page A

house to get to school. Once I finished college, I left my parents a note, packed my shit and moved to London. They never forgave me for leaving without a discussion and I’m glad they live all the way down in Eastborne. Deep down, I love them dearly, I do, they’re good parents but I needed to venture out and I hope one day they’ll understand the predicament that they put me through.
    “Gemma?” Carlotta says, waving a hand in my face. “You were pretty deep in thought there. Time to go, chica.”
    We get up and kiss Gina on the cheek on the way out, waving at the staff before the door closes behind us. We walk in the direction Carlotta’s new Mazda RX8 is parked and I still marvel at its beauty and feel kinda jealous that Beast splashed the cash on Carlotta to get it, though it didn’t happen without a fight.
    Seatbelt secure, I wait for Carlotta to get comfortable before we pull out into the afternoon traffic in the direction of the tattoo shop. “How many clients have we got coming in this afternoon?”
    “Three,” Carlotta replies as she checks her rear-view mirror. “This asshole is right on my arse and it’s starting to really piss me off.”
    One flaw about Carlotta, her road rage. She’s only had it since she came out of hospital and it’s amusing to see such a bitty little thing get so enraged about another car. She didn’t used to drive everywhere if she didn’t have to, usually it was me. But since she got this car, she hasn’t stopped and I’m relieved. I hate driving in this city.
    Pulling up to the private car lot behind the tattoo shop, I notice the car that was on our bumper glide on down the street slowly. Goosebumps rise on my skin, a prickling sensation warning me…of what? I have no idea. I shake it off and get out the car and slinging my bag over my shoulder.
    We walk around the side of the building to get to the front entrance, talking about the day ahead. I stop dead in my tracks making Carlotta smash straight into my back, “Ouch!”
    “Roofie,” I whisper. My nostrils flare at seeing him but lust smashes me in the vagina and I have to silently tell it to behave because I’m never going there with him again. Ever.
    “Gemma.” He nods at me. “Carlotta.”
    “What do you want? You’re not scheduled in today,” I ask him. I’m pretty sure he’s not one of the people due in today. I glance at Carlotta for confirmation and she agrees.
    “I want to speak to Gemma.” His deep, husky voice send shivers down my spine. I’m pretty sure I can cum from just listening to him. Shut up, Gemma, you fucking slag , the little devil in my head tells me. “In private.”
    “I’ll go get everything ready. No rush,” Carlotta says in a too high tone and a dirty smirk clawing at the side of her mouth. She’s going to fucking get it later. Turning, she unlocks the shop door and walks through, winking at me through the glass window. I’m going to smother her in her sleep and…
    “Gemma?” Roofie is closer than he was before and I step back. “Hear me out, okay?”
    Conceding, I blow out a breath of air and fold my arms just under my tits. Didn’t say I’ll make this easy for him. “Spill.”
    “I didn’t know I spewed that shit the morning after we hooked up. Carlotta told me weeks ago but fuck, I’m a damn coward and didn’t know how to approach this without getting bitch slapped.” He pauses, eyeing me cautiously. So he fucking should. I knew he didn’t know, Carlotta enlightened me on that herself. But it doesn’t make what he did excusable, and it’s not something I can easily forget. “Look, I’m sorry, I really am. Trust me, the guilt is eating me and I really thought we should clear the air for the sake of the lovebirds. I don’t want no awkwardness between us anymore. And, shit, I’ve never said shit like that to a girl before. Trust me, I’m not Beast. That stuff is his game not mine. I’m so sorry, Gemma.”
    I stare wide eyed at him after his little