Page 13 of The Biker's Vow

“You’re right. My head is a mess. I don’t know what I’m doing and why I’m sabotaging the best thing to ever happen to me.” I know Smoke is the man for me, but I keep wondering if we’ve got what it takes to go the distance. How will I know? How can I be sure? How can I trust that he won’t go running and be the man he was before? A liar and a cheater.

My belly sours at the thought.

The velvet curtains draw back to reveal the window view of a room with a giant bed in the center. One light hangs overhead. Spotlighting the black silken sheets.

“What is this?”

“Hush.”

“Smoke!”

“I said hush, woman.”

With nothing else to do other than leave, I sip on the drink that oiled up dude gave me. I don’t want to give him up. This place isn’t how we fix what’s broken. Because what’s broken might be me.

A fully nude woman enters the room and proceeds to lay in the center of the bed, facing us.

“Does she know we can see her?”

“Of course.”

“And she doesn’t care?”

“No. She likes it. She wants us to watch.”

“Why?”

“Because it gets her off.”

“And you like to watch her?”

“I’d rather watch you.” His eyes meet mine in the dark, and my stomach drops.

“You’d want me on display for other people?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Been in that room while others watched?”

“Would that bother you?”

Tears burn in the creases of my eyes. “Yeah, Smoke. It’d break my heart.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine, and the thought of anyone having those intimate moments that should be reserved for me breaks my heart. Shatters my soul. I may have left my family, but that doesn’t mean that some values I was raised with left me. A relationship between two people is sacred. Special. This doesn’t feel special at all. It’s cheap thrills.”

“Told you. My time here was before we met. Can’t take it back.”

“How did you find this place?”

“Holy is a silent partner.”

“And Hazel doesn’t mind?”

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