Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
There was a lot of shit the club had to do in the next month and he didn’t need distractions. Businesses needed to stay in the black and deals under the radar. He needed to be focused. His cock started filling again as if he hadn’t just unloaded as he wondered what Nicole was doing in a room below him. His mind filled with images better left on the cutting room floor from hard core porn. He groaned to himself and buried his face in his pillow.
Chapter Two
Nicole
Banging on the door woke Nicole from a dreamless and restless sleep. The mattress she lay on creaked as she scanned the unfamiliar room for a clock, there wasn’t one to be found. There was only a small window in the room that was high up the wall beyond her reach. It was pouring in sunlight and her room was already heating up. She guessed it was late morning. She’d slept well under the circumstances but had kept being woken up by damn broken springs popping up through the mattress. The good news was she didn’t feel fuzzy at all now. Whatever drug Slam had given her must have totally left her system.
She jumped as the banging started again. She supposed she should just be happy that whoever was there had knocked and not just walked in. Standing and stretching, she forced herself to the door as the knocking grew more insistent. She opened it to a guy who could only be describe as an adonis. For the first time in her life her mind had frozen and her breath stalled.
He was tall, about 6ft 5” with broad shoulders and heavily muscled arms covered in black and grey tattoos. His face was angular with light brown eyes that were partially hidden by his thick brown hair that fell over them. His lips glistened like he’d just licked them, the bottom one slightly fuller than the top and Nicole fought the urge to bite it. He cleared his throat, snapping her back into herself. She was mortified. She had stood there openly checking him out. Her face flamed in embarrassment. She wanted to slam the door shut and crawl under the bed covers. That wasn’t an option though, she’d have to suck it up.
“Hi,” she croaked out, tentatively meeting his gaze.
“Your clothes and shit we got from your apartment.” He handed her a large black garbage bag. Nicole noticed his hand was covered in small scars and calluses and his knuckles were scabbed like he’d recently been in a fight. His voice was deep and smooth, she could almost feel it caressing her skin. “Some stuff in there from the club shop too, can’t have you wandering around looking like a prissy, uptight bitch.” At this point she knew he hadn’t been the one to go to her home, otherwise he’d know she was anything but prissy. Hell, she couldn’t afford prissy. “You got ten minutes to get your ass in gear and be downstairs. Bar needs restocking. I’m Duke, Fallen VP. Come to me if you have any questions.” With that he turned away and left.
It seemed he couldn’t get away from her fast enough. It was no wonder since she’d been silent the whole time. Standing and staring at him blankly like a moron. What the fuck was wrong with her? This was so not the time to get distracted by a hottie. Taking a deep breath, she set about getting ready. She didn’t want to be a slacker and earn a punishment on the first day. It was time to get herself together and get through this. She needed to stay focused. There was bound to be a lot to take in and she didn’t want him to think of her as an air head. No, not him, them.
Opening the bag she found her jeans, shorts, shoes, short skirts and tight tops. In the bottom was her toiletry and make up bags. They’d brought most of her staple wardrobe which was cool, it was what she didn’t find that pissed her off. Not one fucking bra or panties that wasn’t a thong in the whole damn bag. Bastards! What she wouldn’t have given to pack her own bag. Down the side was a paper sack. She knew there was no hope that there would be a good, supportive bra in there. Inside was 6 racer back tank tops with Fallen MC and the burning angel emblem printed on the front.
She hadn’t decided yet whether she was relieved or mortified to be being held by another MC. Two years ago she’d spent 3 weeks with Riot MC, so she had a good idea of what to expect. On the other hand, it wasn’t an experience she was eager to repeat. She hated the unknown, so for now she’d take all the positives she could get. It was time to embrace the situation and make the best of it.
Her body screamed for a shower and she’d have to make it the quickest one in history. Running out of time, she grabbed her toiletry bag for her shower stuff from the jumble of her clothes she had strewn on the bed. Reaching the bathroom, she opened the bag and froze. Oh great, the fuckers had managed to shove her wand, dildo and lube into what little space was left. As if this whole experience wasn’t humiliating enough, now bad ass bikers had found her toys. Quickly drying her body after her shower, she left her hair damp and dressed in her cut off jean shorts, a black Fallen tank and her comfy red high heels. She went to the sink to use what little was left of the mirror above it. She would have to leave her hair down to dry. It was far to thick to put up damp. After she brushed her teeth, put on a swipe of mascara and pinched her cheeks for colour, she headed to the bar.
Finding the bar was easy by retracing the way to the hallway Slam had shown her last night. Walking in she looked around. The bar itself was made of dark, varnished wood and took up the entire width of one end of the room. The seating filled the rest of the space. Four huge booths were down one side in cracked, green leather with large round tables. The rest were oblong tables covered in carved graffiti with stools surrounding them. Everything looked like it could use a good clean, no doubt that would be her job at some point.