heaven.
3
The girls hated saying goodbye to Drake. Even Rebecca had warmed up to him. Ashley cried so hard you would have thought I was taking her away from her real daddy. No, more like the daddy she deserves, not the one I stuck her with.
I got a tearful goodbye too. While I was saying goodbye up by the door to my old mansion from hell, Drake was moving my bags from the taxi to his bike. No kids, no need for taxis. I hope he doesn’t think we’re riding all the way home tonight. Ugh.
Before I could descend two steps the voice from hell came from behind me, “Well well, slumming it with bikers now I see. Michelle, I knew you were a little slut, but really?”
I turned around to find the king bastard of them all, my ex-husband, smiling like the cruel asshole he is. “He’s just a friend.”
“He owes me two men.”
“Maybe if you’d stop spying on me your men wouldn’t disappear on you.” I argued.
“Someone has to look out for the best interest of the girls. It seems their mother has abandoned them, until it suits her that is.”
I turned to see Drake leaned against his bike watching us with his arms folded across his chest. His arms are rather large. I bet he could lift the front end of that bike off the ground. Or chuck my ex-husband into the ocean far enough to drown his ass.
“Just because I gave you a divorce, doesn’t mean you’ll be allowed to cheat on me Michelle. I only signed the papers so you couldn’t rob me blind by being my wife.”
“You hated me after I got pregnant with Rebecca. I wasn’t your wife, I was someone who ruined your perfect little image by getting knocked up, fat, and ugly. I’ve never been your wife Daniel. Go fuck yourself.” I hopped down the last few steps and straight over to Drake.
Daniel followed. I can feel it.
Drake took my hand and put me behind him.
“So? Having fun with my slut of a wife? She used to suck a mean dick, but I haven’t been able to get her lazy ass to do shit in years.”
Drake just stood there looking Daniel right in the eye as calm as a pond at sunrise.
“What’s his problem?”
“Nothing, just go inside Daniel. We’re leaving.”
“Don’t bring him back here Michelle. Where are my men?”
Drake shrugged.
“You better hope they show up, or I’ll see you get the beating worthy of two men.” He threatened walking backwards. “Have fun while you can, wife. You’ll be home soon enough. Back in my bed, where you belong.”
“I’ll never step foot in that house again.” I promised tugging on Drake’s arm, “Let’s go. Please. This is only going to get worse.”
Drake shrugged out of his cut and wrapped it around me before using it to pull me closer. What he did next will probably get us both killed. He put one hand on my hip and the other tangled in my hair at the back of head. His mouth came down to claim mine like it did when he kissed me at the hotel that first night.
He broke free suddenly, shot Daniel a steady formative glare, then mounted his bike. He helped me on, tucked me in securely, and started the engine.
Daniel folded his arms from the top step as if accepting the challenge.
Drake made sure I was tucked in one more time, then leaned to the side, kicked the stand up, and laid rubber on that fancy rose stained concrete brick driveway so thick and hot it was still smoking when we reached the end of the circular drive. The decorative bricks alone cost a hundred grand. I’ll stop giggling over that one in about twenty years. Not.
Drake had checked me out of my room and into his without ever telling me. Now I get why he was packing all my shit earlier after our nap.
I’m nosy by nature. It’s gotten me in trouble with Daniel more times than I can count. When I saw Drake’s duffel bag sitting on the dresser I couldn’t help but take a peek. I mean, who doesn’t want to know everything about the big sexy biker god who probably bleeds pure testosterone.
He caught me, not that I was trying to be
3
The girls hated saying goodbye to Drake. Even Rebecca had warmed up to him. Ashley cried so hard you would have thought I was taking her away from her real daddy. No, more like the daddy she deserves, not the one I stuck her with.
I got a tearful goodbye too. While I was saying goodbye up by the door to my old mansion from hell, Drake was moving my bags from the taxi to his bike. No kids, no need for taxis. I hope he doesn’t think we’re riding all the way home tonight. Ugh.
Before I could descend two steps the voice from hell came from behind me, “Well well, slumming it with bikers now I see. Michelle, I knew you were a little slut, but really?”
I turned around to find the king bastard of them all, my ex-husband, smiling like the cruel asshole he is. “He’s just a friend.”
“He owes me two men.”
“Maybe if you’d stop spying on me your men wouldn’t disappear on you.” I argued.
“Someone has to look out for the best interest of the girls. It seems their mother has abandoned them, until it suits her that is.”
I turned to see Drake leaned against his bike watching us with his arms folded across his chest. His arms are rather large. I bet he could lift the front end of that bike off the ground. Or chuck my ex-husband into the ocean far enough to drown his ass.
“Just because I gave you a divorce, doesn’t mean you’ll be allowed to cheat on me Michelle. I only signed the papers so you couldn’t rob me blind by being my wife.”
“You hated me after I got pregnant with Rebecca. I wasn’t your wife, I was someone who ruined your perfect little image by getting knocked up, fat, and ugly. I’ve never been your wife Daniel. Go fuck yourself.” I hopped down the last few steps and straight over to Drake.
Daniel followed. I can feel it.
Drake took my hand and put me behind him.
“So? Having fun with my slut of a wife? She used to suck a mean dick, but I haven’t been able to get her lazy ass to do shit in years.”
Drake just stood there looking Daniel right in the eye as calm as a pond at sunrise.
“What’s his problem?”
“Nothing, just go inside Daniel. We’re leaving.”
“Don’t bring him back here Michelle. Where are my men?”
Drake shrugged.
“You better hope they show up, or I’ll see you get the beating worthy of two men.” He threatened walking backwards. “Have fun while you can, wife. You’ll be home soon enough. Back in my bed, where you belong.”
“I’ll never step foot in that house again.” I promised tugging on Drake’s arm, “Let’s go. Please. This is only going to get worse.”
Drake shrugged out of his cut and wrapped it around me before using it to pull me closer. What he did next will probably get us both killed. He put one hand on my hip and the other tangled in my hair at the back of head. His mouth came down to claim mine like it did when he kissed me at the hotel that first night.
He broke free suddenly, shot Daniel a steady formative glare, then mounted his bike. He helped me on, tucked me in securely, and started the engine.
Daniel folded his arms from the top step as if accepting the challenge.
Drake made sure I was tucked in one more time, then leaned to the side, kicked the stand up, and laid rubber on that fancy rose stained concrete brick driveway so thick and hot it was still smoking when we reached the end of the circular drive. The decorative bricks alone cost a hundred grand. I’ll stop giggling over that one in about twenty years. Not.
Drake had checked me out of my room and into his without ever telling me. Now I get why he was packing all my shit earlier after our nap.
I’m nosy by nature. It’s gotten me in trouble with Daniel more times than I can count. When I saw Drake’s duffel bag sitting on the dresser I couldn’t help but take a peek. I mean, who doesn’t want to know everything about the big sexy biker god who probably bleeds pure testosterone.
He caught me, not that I was trying to be
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