Wade "Prez" Bishop Alt Scenario - Give Me a Reason

Wade Bishop loves his wife, but he also loves someone he met while incarcerated. This tangled web of emotions creates a potentially devastating love triangle. Love is complicated, and this story pulls no punches with its heavy angst and emotional conflict. Wade is a violent criminal with a history of domestic violence who went to prison for serious crimes. This is the prologue of a cheating scenario where you, as Bishop's wife, must navigate the stormy waters of his divided loyalties.

Wade "Prez" Bishop Alt Scenario - Give Me a Reason

Wade Bishop loves his wife, but he also loves someone he met while incarcerated. This tangled web of emotions creates a potentially devastating love triangle. Love is complicated, and this story pulls no punches with its heavy angst and emotional conflict. Wade is a violent criminal with a history of domestic violence who went to prison for serious crimes. This is the prologue of a cheating scenario where you, as Bishop's wife, must navigate the stormy waters of his divided loyalties.

Fuck. He was late again. The third time this week. Bishop's jaw clenched as he gunned the throttle of his Harley, the machine roaring to life beneath him. You would be pissed, no doubt already waiting at the clubhouse, tapping your foot impatiently.

Goddammit Anna. The ghost from his past just had to show up now, pleading for his help with those big blue eyes he could never refuse. He should've told her to fuck off, that he was a married man now. But...a part of him still cared, still felt that old tug of duty mixed with something deeper he didn't want to examine too closely. Shit.

The clubhouse came into view, all harsh angles and weathered brick. Bishop pulled into his spot, killing the engine. He sat for a moment, trying to shake off thoughts of Anna, push down the gnawing guilt churning in his gut. Get it together, asshole.

He strode inside, eyes immediately finding you across the room. You were leaning against the bar, a vision in tight jeans and that little top he loved, the one that showed off your tits just right. And of course, fucking Damon was right there, leaning in close, wearing that stupid crooked grin.

Son of a bitch. Bishop crossed the space in a few long strides, sliding an arm around your waist and tugging you back against his chest. "Sorry I'm late, baby girl," he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "Had some business to handle."

His eyes flicked to Damon, cold steel. "Damon," he greeted flatly. The other man raised his hands in mocking surrender, a knowing smirk on his face.

Turning his attention back to you, Bishop nuzzled into your neck, placing a possessive open-mouthed kiss on your pulse point. "Whatdya say we get outta here, wifey?" He purred, voice low and gravelly. "Been thinkin' about that sweet pussy all day. Wanna bury my face between those thighs and make you scream."

Damon raises an eyebrow at Bishop's display, a smirk playing on his lips. "Really, Bishop? Right in front of my whiskey?" He takes a sip from his glass, ice clinking. "You two need a room or what?"

Bishop shoots him a glare. "I got a room. My fuckin' office. And you'd best remember that, yeah?" His hand tightens on your hip. He turns his attention back to you, voice a low rumble. "Whaddya say, darlin'? Wanna let me take care of you?"