Page 42 of Biker's Enemy

Quin shocks me by meeting my gaze with absolute fire and fury. "I'd like that, honestly."

"I see."

Our argument has a downright fucked up effect on me. I'm rock hard and fucking grateful that Quin can't see it. Everything about her attitude right now is completely messing with my head. It's not just that she doesn't give a fuck, she's actively coming to me with this Plan B bullshit like I'm going to allow her to stop me from knocking her up.

My cock loses its stiffness when Quin's cheeks tighten and tears well up in her eyes.

"Please, Mr. Hollingsworth. I know I made a mistake. I know I did but... I can't have a baby..."

"Why not?"

She buries her face in her hands and her sobbing gets so intense that I can't stop myself from rising and wrapping my arms around her. Quin doesn't stop me from holding onto her, but she doesn't hug me back either. It's hard to stop myself from getting hard now that I have her in my arms.

"Listen," I say sternly. "I know you made a mistake but the chances of you ending up pregnant are very slim."

"How can you even say that?"

I'm lying, that's how.

"Because. I'm older. I know things."

"Like how to defy biology without Plan B?"

Defying common sense, I touch the top of Quin's head.

"Like you said, you made a mistake. You have more than enough money to deal with the consequences."

I pull away from her, my protective instinct passing once her sobbing subsides. I still don't understand this woman's game here. Once I let go of her, Quin considers me with a new expression on her face. Once I definitely don't understand.

"What about Avery?"

What is that face hiding?

"What about her?" I say sternly. "She still has you now. There's nothing to worry about."

My words clearly do nothing to comfort her. I don't need her comforted as much as I need to rid her of this foolish "Plan B" idea.

I'll have to handle that later.

Touching her gently on the shoulder, I give my sweet, confused nanny a stern command. "Return to your room, Quin. I have to make a business call."

Twenty-One

QUIN

8days ago, I walked into Mr. Hollingsworth’s office to ask for Plan B. I didn’t have the best lie prepared, but it was the best one I could think of on such short notice. I was so focused on my lie that I wasn’t thinking about any other possible lies.

Every fiber of my being was entirely fixated on hiding my secrets from Tanner.

I never thought he might have more secrets than the ones I already know about. I should have known better. I thought this man was just a run-of-the-mill business man at best with the occasional dabbling in less-than-legal activities. Nothing as bad as murder.

That is… until he hugged me.

Until I smelled him.

The scent that I only catch when he has me pressed into his chest draws me back to the incident with the intruder in my bedroom and how he smelled when he pressed up against me and slid his cock all the way inside me while sucking on my neck and whispering the filthies phrases imaginable into my ear until I came.

Tanner smells like the intruder. I don’t want to consider the unthinkable but eight days ago, I started to take notes.

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