Mixed with Trouble: A CASH BAR NOVEL

by Faiman, Hayley

  Lola smirks. “I’m not a one-man kind of woman. I like being a whore, I have no desire to be an Old Lady, never have. Now that Coda has you, he’s off my rotation.” She winks.

  “Rotation?” I ask, finally breaking my silence.

  Lola grins as she stands to her feet. “I like sex, Camille. I like it a lot, I crave it. Sometimes when I’m not as fulfilled as I desire to be, I’ll visit one of the men that I know will cater to my cravings. Coda is no longer one of those men that I will seek out. I may be a whore, but I’m not a fucking bitch.”

  She doesn’t say anything else. She walks away from me and my eyes follow each move that she makes, in complete shock.

  “A friend,” Coda’s voice mutters from behind me. Turning to face him, I lift my gaze up to his. He’s smiling, his eyes focused on me and me only. “That’s all she’s ever been, that’s all she’ll ever be. You’re it for me, babe.”

  My lips turn up into a shaky smile as I rise to my feet. Pressing my hands against his chest, I tilt my head back and look into his gorgeous eyes.

  “And I am?”

  “So much fucking more,” he growls before his lips slam against mine.

  EPILOGUE

  CAMILLE

  ONE YEAR LATER

  Walking into the clubhouse, or rather waddling, I make my way inside of the building where it’s a bit cooler than the hot sun that’s currently beating down in the rock parking lot. I glance around, not surprised that I can’t find him anywhere.

  I feel a finger touch my shoulder and I glance to the side to see Lola standing next to me. She’s smiling warmly and I meet her smile with one of my own.

  We’ve become close the past year, closer than I have with any of the other women, in fact, I would call Lola my best friend if I had to put a label on her.

  “Where is he?” I ask.

  “Still in church,” she says.

  “I didn’t miss it?” I ask.

  She shakes her head, her lips twitching into an even larger grin. Placing my hand on my protruding belly, I let out a sigh of relief.

  Lola wraps her arm around my waist and together we walk over to one of the tables and chairs. The entire bar is empty, they’re all in church and I’m impatiently waiting for the result of today’s meeting.

  Once we’re seated, Lola slides a glass of water over to me and I catch the glint of the diamond in the light.

  “It still amazes me that you’re engaged.” I smile. “He loves you so much.”

  Lola dips her chin, her eyes roaming over her ring, then they lift to mine. “I love him more than I thought possible. I never thought that one man could ever be enough for me.”

  The door opens and my lips snap closed as I quickly stand to my feet, rising to my toes, I bounce a few times as the men file out of the room one by one. Lola does the same, her eyes focused on the room and nowhere else.

  Coda walks out, his eyes catching mine and his lips twitch before he nods once. Lifting my hand to my chest, I let out a sigh of relief. Then, Benoit walks out, Snake right at his back. His eyes skirt over everyone in the room, pausing on me for a second before he finds Lola.

  I watch as he rushes over to her, wrapping his arms around her and spins her in a circle before his lips touch hers.

  “Kiss the newest member of the Notorious Devils,” he calls out.

  Her lips automatically find his and they begin to obscenely kiss in the middle of the room just as Coda reaches my side. His palm automatically cups my belly as he dips his head and brushes his own lips across mine.

  “And now, the family is complete,” I breathe.

  His forehead touches mine. “Almost, babe. Gotta bring this little man into the world first.”

  My lips turn up and I nod. “Yeah.”

  CODA

  I watch as Lola and Benoit practically fuck in the middle of the room as the afternoon turns into night. Keeping Camille at my side, I shake my head.

  If they did fuck, it wouldn’t be the first time that I’d seen it, but no sister needs to see her brother fucking his fiancée in the middle of a room full of people.

  “My back is starting to hurt. I think I’m going to go ahead and go home,” Camille murmurs, her nose wrinkled as she watches her brother and Lola.

  I chuckle. “Your back or your eyes, Elle?” I ask.

  She turns her wrinkled up nose toward me, tilting her head back to look up into my eyes. “Both,” she deadpans.

  My head falls back as I let out a bark of laughter. “How about I get you and my son home. Tuck you in bed and rub those pretty feet of yours?” I ask.

  “You know they look a hot mess, but I won’t turn you down by arguing about it,” she says.

  Lowering my head, I brush my lips across hers. “You’re a good woman to come down here today. I know you wanted to stay home,” I mention.

  “I really did, but Benoit wanted me here, even if he hasn’t said two words to me,” she says, rolling her eyes to the ceiling before bringing them back to me.

  “Meant a lot to him, babe,” I point out, lifting my hand to the swell of her growing tits.

  I trace my tattooed name on her skin, enjoying the way it looks, proudly displayed for the world to see just who she fucking belongs to.

  “Everything is how it was always meant to be,” she says, flicking her eyes from me to Benoit and Lola, then back to me. “It is,” she whispers as she places her hand on her belly. “As it always should have been.”

  “Let’s go home, wife,” I rumble.

  She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “Maybe we should just go to your room here?”

  “Fuck,” I moan.

  Without another word, she walks away from me, toward our room. I watch her ass sway. From behind she doesn’t look like she’s about to pop, her round ass is just as it was the first time I saw it almost two years ago. Except now it’s my ass.

  My feet become unstuck from the floor and I hurry after her.

  My woman.

  The mother to my child.

  My wife.

  My goddamn entire fucking life.

  I’m still a goddamn pussy for her and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Special Thanks

  I want to thank all of my readers, always. You babes are seriously so fantastic. I appreciate every single one of you!!!

  I always say a special thank you to my husband. He is simply—amazing.

  My mom, she’s always supported wholeheartedly everything I have ever decided to take a leap of faith on, including my writing. Thank you, Banana Boots.

  Celia, my friend. Thanks for the laughs, the cupcakes, the brownies, the cruises in the Mustang, and the years together. Now that we’re adults, thanks for the texts, the cocktails and the true friendship we have.

  Cassy Roop, thank you so much for always making my covers so downright gorgeous.

  Crystal Snyder, thank you for loving all of my stories, and taking the time out not only to read them, but to help me! I appreciate you!

  Tammy Cole, thank you so much for being a great friend. I don’t know what I would do without you in life! I appreciate everything you do for me.

  Ellie McLove, thank you for making this book, clean and pretty! You are a badass—always.

  Rosa Sharon thank you so much for your attention to detail and proofreading skills. You’re the best!

  Hayley’s Asshole Alphas... BABES. Thank you for always bringing a hot guy to my newsfeed and a smile to my face! You’re the best reader group a girl could have!!!

  To all the Blogger babes that have taken a chance on me…

  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

 

 

 
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