CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND NINE
BURKE’S POV
I opened my eyes, with a sharp headache.
“Fuck,” I groaned, holding my head tightly like it would reduce my pounding head.
I woke up this morning thinking about Catherine; I don’t know what happened last night after seeing Nikky; I just fell to the bed.
Although, it felt like I had sex with Catherine last night, and that was all that clouded my memory.
“I love you, Catherine, but can you stop messing with my head? It’s Killing me,” I groaned, trying to think straight.
I rolled to the side of the bed, and my body hit something solid, or would I say someone?
“Is someone in this bed,” I whispered to myself, turning to the other side of the bed and my eyes widened.
“Fucking hell,” I cursed under my breath as I saw Harley sleeping peacefully beside me.
I would not have been this dumbstruck, but the fact that she was naked and uncovered beside me made me lose that ability to speak.
“What the hell happened?” I questioned myself, as I looked down only to see myself naked and my dick wet as it had just gotten inside a pussy five minutes ago.
“Fuck, fuck, I am messed up,” I said to myself, scattering my hair.
“Hey, you are awake already,” Harley said, opening her eyes slowly.
She yawned before looking at me again.
“I thought you would be so fucking tired after a rough night,” She said, leaning to kiss me on the lips.
She pressed my bare breast in my chest and continued wiggling it, wanting me to kiss her back.
“Look, Harley, we need to talk,” I said, pushing her back on the bed.
“We can talk while fucking; you enjoyed it yesterday night,” She said, seductively as she giggled to herself.
I pushed her door and handed her a bed sheet so she could cover her naked body.
“That’s very generous of you,” She said Sarcastically as she snatched the bed sheet away from me and used it to cover her breast.
“Asshole,” She murmured.
“Did we have sex? I can remember all that transpired last night,” I said to her, and she burst into a round of laughter.
“Burke, we had sex just five minutes ago, and you kept on praising me for being a good cowgirl as I rode your dick,” She said, still smiling.
“That is my worst sex style, and can’t I remember a damn thing?” I yelled and she laughed again.
“You were drunk or something, but trust me, you enjoyed every moment I sucked your dick,” She said again, trying to kiss me but I stood up from the bed.
“Get the fuck out,” I ordered, realizing she took advantage of my drunken state.
“What? I came here to check if you were alright, then you started calling me Catherine; I told you I’m not her, but you wouldn’t listen, and, then you… ” Harley didn’t finish her statement before she broke down in uncontrollable tears.
“I raped you?” I questioned, disgusted at myself for forcing myself on a woman.
“The fight round of sex was without my consent, but the remaining was my doing,” She said, still crying.
Fuck, I hated myself for making her cry; she kept weeping and I didn’t know what to do.
“I feel disgusted at myself, Harley; I am very sorry for doing this awful thing to you,” I apologized, wearing my pants and shirt back on.
“I wasn’t offended before, but you asking me to leave, made me know that you are a selfish man,” She yelled, still crying.
“We may not be on good terms, we may not like each other, but I’ll sure you one thing: I am not selfish, and I’m certainly not a violent man; please, you have to believe me,” I pleaded, sitting at the edge of the bed.
Harley stood up from the bed and wiped her tears off, she put her robe on and stayed back on the bed beside me.
“I have nothing against it, but all I want to know is why you kept streaming Catherine’s name while I made you orgasm,” She asked, but I didn’t know what to say.
If I say it’s because the mate bond is still between Catherine and me, making me feel like I’m cheating on Catherine, a dead person, she would say I need to heal, and move on.
“I don’t know, Harley; I just want a moment to myself; I’m sorry if this sounds rude,” I said apologetically.
Harley gave me a deadly stare before storming out of my room and banging the door behind her.
I needed some fresh air, away from home.
I went into the bathroom to have a shower and planned on going to the outskirts of the pack, to think about my life and clear my head from the thought of Catherine. It was getting too much.
After bathing, I wore my regular black shirt and pants and without brushing my hair, after grabbing my car keys, I left my room.
“Where are you going, Daddy,” Nikky asked, immediately I got out of my room.
“I’m going to clear my head, Nikky, is there any problem?” I asked and she shook her head.
“The only problem is that you look like shit,” She said before leaving me dumbstruck again; when did she learn to use such languages.
“Watch your tongue, young lady,” I scolded but she had already gone too far to hear me.
I hopped into the car and drove to the outskirts of the pack without any escort by the guards.
Getting to the outskirts of the pack, I sat under a tree and looked at the blank space.
“I’m sorry, I cheated on you, and I didn’t just cheat; I raped your worse enemy, and I’m getting married to her as well,” I said aloud, feeling like shit for what I have done.
“According to what she said, I kept calling out your name,” I said, further, as if Catherine was there, listening to me.
“It seems you have done a nasty thing to this woman, rather than telling me, just tell her,” I heard a familiar voice say from behind me.
The voice sounded like Catherine, I wouldn’t mistake it anywhere.
I turned back immediately and saw Catherine standing and smiling at me.
“Catherine… ” I whispered and she looked shocked.