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I’ve tried to call Ryan twice today, and he hasn’t even bothered to return my calls. It’s been two days since I’ve spoken to him, and three weeks since I’ve seen him. I’m finding it hard to be away from him, and I’m struggling with our long-distance relationship.

I miss him like crazy and still don’t understand why I can’t come out to see him. He says he’s protecting me, but I think there’s another reason he’s not invited me down.Could there be another woman he has on the side?I’ve asked myself that question time and time again.Could he be cheating on me?Because I mean seriously, the guy likes sex, and when he’s in Vixen Falls, we don’t leave my room until our tummies grumble for food and we’re dehydrated from no water. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic, but we would never leave our bed if he had his way.

For a man who has an appetite for sex, I have to wonder how he goes without sex for up to a month. I know I struggle, but I have my ways. He must too. Some nights he calls me and makes me FaceTime him so we can have phone sex. It has to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Watching Ryan come just by my voice and watching me touch myself makes me feel powerful and in control.But how long can this go on?Surely, he needs more? I know I do.

I’ve looked up motorcycle clubs on the internet and even found some information on the Blood Brothers MC, but that was before Quill was the president. I was shocked at what the club was investigated for. So much illegal activity, but since Quill took over, there’s been nothing other than the link to Quill’s father, who was found dead at some warehouse.

There are pictures of the Blood Brothers on their bikes, and women are in the background. The paper pointed them out as club girls. I’d asked Ryan what a club girl was, but he ignored my question and laughed it off. But I didn’t give up until he told me. So, knowing that these women hang around at the clubhouse just hoping they get to party with a biker and have sex only adds to my anxiety. Ryan is a good-looking guy. I’m sure he’s had women throwing themselves at him, and if he hasn’t had sex in a while with me, I wonder if he’s tempted.

Ryan says he loves me, and I’m it for him, but I can’t help but wonder. Every guy has needs, and how is he fulfilling them? I want to trust him, and I’ve told him I do, but I can’t help but worry. Especially when he ignores me when I ask to come to the club.

My phone rings, and I look down at the screen and feel relief when I see it’s Ryan.

Answering the call, I say, “Hey, you.”

“Hey, baby, how are you?”

“I’m okay, I guess,” I reply, feeling slightly sorry for myself. I hate it when I have these days—days when I miss him and wish he was here with me.

“What’s wrong? You don’t sound like yourself.”

“I… I just miss you. I hate that I don’t get to see you every day.”

“I do too,” he answers with no hesitation. “Sophia, it’s killing me not being able to see you too. I just don’t know how to fix this.”

Inhaling, I look behind me and take a seat on my bed. “Can’t you move here and be with me?”

“You know I can’t. My club is here.”

With a grunt, I lie back on my bed.

“Just be patient with me, Soph, not too much longer, just till I figure something out.”

“I’ve been patient, Ryan. I’ve always been patient. We’ve been together for four years, and we’re still in the same situation we were when we met. Either you want me, or you don’t,” I state, my tone coming out harsher than I wanted. I’ve grown impatient. All this time and I still don’t know much about his life and what he does every day. He says the club has legitimate businesses, and he works on cars at the mechanic’s shop they own. But it’s not enough. He’s my boyfriend, and I haven’t even seen where he lives or know much about the life he loves to live.

“I know you have. Listen… I’m calling because the club is having a family barbecue. Why don’t you come and meet everyone? You can see for yourself where I live and meet my boys.”

Not believing what I’m hearing, I shoot back into a sitting position. “You mean it? You want me to come and meet your club?”

“Yeah, Sophia, I do. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get you down here.”

Smiling wide, I reply, “You’re inviting me now, and that’s all that matters. Can I ask, what changed your mind?”

“It’s time. I’ve kept you in the dark for too long. I want everyone to know you, and I want to show you off.”

Giggling, I stand and walk to my dresser, looking at myself in the mirror and noticing how happy I look.

“And when is this barbecue?”

“Next weekend. Do you think you can take some time off work and spend a week here?”

A week! He wants me to spend a week with him?

Excitement fills me, and I do a little dance.

“Sophia, you there?”

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