As I enter her office, I see her standing there, poking her finger at Tank’s chest. She’s red in the face, full of fury, anger, and blatant defiance. Tank’s face is distorted with his own anger and, perhaps, regret.

“Shut the fuck up, Sass. Why are you making this into something it’s not? We fucked. You wanted it, fucking begged for it. If I knew you were going to turn into a stage-five clinger, then drunk or not, I would’ve sent your ass packing,” Tank roars back at her.

“Whoa, you two! Calm the hell down. I can hear you outside. Y’all were friends before, cut this shit out. Enough with the hateful remarks,” I say, trying to defuse the situation.

“That’s what I fucking came here for, to fix shit. Then, fucking Sass, turns into a psycho bitch. I never promised happily ever after. A fucking orgasm, Savannah Mae, that’s what I promised. And that’s what the fuck I delivered. All this other shit you’re spewing, fuck off.”

With that, Tank storms out, leaving Sass standing in front of me utterly speechless. Walking up to Sass, I wrap my arms around her. She drops her head on my shoulder and begins to cry.

“I fucked up, Doll. I keep pushing, and I need to shut up. He’s been up front. I knew damn well what I was doing. I thought one night, just one night, would be enough. But he’s like a drug and one hit is never gonna be enough,” she sobs into me, her body trembling with emotions.

“Shhh, Sass. It’ll work out. Y’all need space, and you can’t push him,” I console, holding her close.

“You’re right. He’s more than another guy I’ve fucked, Doll. He’s Tank. He’s my Frank. We talk, we hang out, and I’ve fucked it all up. I never should’ve let this happen,” she states, drying her eyes.

“Are you saying you regret sleeping with Tank?” I ask, stunned at her last remark.

He is older than us and has always been wild. They’ve become really close in the last two years, hanging out, talking, and becoming genuine friends, however, Sass has wanted to hook up with Tank since we were teenagers.

“Hell, no, I have no regrets there. Being with him for even one night was so much more than I ever could’ve imagined it to be. My one regret is my reaction to sleeping with him. This life isn’t for me, Doll. I thought it was, but it’s not. Tank is the first and last Hellion I’m sleeping with. I want something more. It’s time for me to get serious about my life. To find someone who will commit to me, not to a club. I want to get married, have two-point-five kids and a white picket fence, not go to rallies and chase tailpipes in the wind.”

“Come on, Sass, you love this club. It’s family. And a white fucking fence? You have never wanted that,” I say shocked, stepping back from my friend.