Walking downstairs, he came to a stop when he saw Robin dancing with Bishop. She’d been looking at the door, and when she saw him, she immediately averted her gaze.

What the fuck was she doing here?

“Good party,” Rider said. “A lot of chicks out here want you, Preacher.”

“Then enjoy them while I’m not available. I’m heading home.”

“What? You’re not going to taste them?”

“No, I’m not.” He wasn’t in the mood to taste any pussy, or any woman for that matter.

****

Robin hadn’t seen Preacher since he’d come out of his room. Joanne joined the rest of the party, and she looked happy.

Had Preacher used her? She’d heard the women talking about Preacher’s lack of interest in all of them. Did he suddenly have an interest? Should she care?

Nibbling her lip, she tried not to think of the pain.

Sipping at her water, she stared onto the dance floor. Bishop had made her forget her pain for a short time. Only, seeing Preacher, it had brought it all back and something else as well.

She wasn’t used to feeling such a strong emotion.

Jealousy.

There’s no way she should be jealous of Joanne, and yet, she’d felt it.

There was no getting away from the ugliness of her feelings.

Finishing off her water, she couldn’t see Bishop. He wasn’t on the dance floor, nor outside in the yard.

Walking in, she made her way up toward his room and paused when she saw the door partially open.

If he’s in there with someone, I’m leaving.

If he wasn’t then she’d stay, and they’d talk.

Instead of lifting her hand to knock, she stepped close to the door, and pushed it open, only slightly.

Bishop was there all right.

Joanne was between his legs, sucking on his cock.

“Yeah, hurry up. I need to go back downstairs.”

“I can make it worth your while to stay up here. You can have my ass, Bishop. I know you like to have that. I’ll give you what you want. I won’t say anything. It’ll be our little secret.”

Bishop didn’t even hesitate.

“Go on then, hot stuff. You show me what you’ve got.”

Robin stepped back. Bishop would never change, and the truth was, she didn’t want him to. Why change someone who knew what he wanted? She was the problem, not him.

Staring down at her hands, she removed the gold band and placed it on the floor. If he found it, then he’d know.

Turning on her heel, she made her way downstairs, avoiding her father. People moved out of her way, and she quickly cleared the parking lot, finding Bishop’s car.