Page 48 of One Last Chance

How did I get myself into this? When Sophia and Megan turned up tonight with Tracker, I was shocked. She said she had a surprise for me, but I never thought it would be a man—a hot-as-hell man, for that matter. I can certainly see what the attraction is. He screams sexy and belonging to a biker club only adds to his appeal.

Tracker had surprised Sophia by turning up at her work and forcing her to finish early. She had no idea he was riding down to see her and to spend the whole weekend. I’m glad she’s happy, though. Seeing Sophia who’s blonde with blue eyes and petite, next to a dark, green-eyed and black-haired biker may look odd, but you would have to be blind to not see the love and attraction they have for each other. Something I wanted so desperately to have with Domenic.

Domenic,who surprised me by coming over tonight.

I thought I was clear when I ran out on him today and didn’t answer his calls. I need some space away from him, but it seems he won’t give it to me.

Now here we are all seated in Sophia’s car with Tracker driving. Sophia sits beside Tracker, and Domenic is with Megan and me in the back. I refuse to sit next to Domenic, so poor Megan was forced to sit between us. But with Domenic’s wide shoulders, he’s had to lay his arm along the back of the seat. Luckily for me, Megan is a chatterbox, so the whole drive to the restaurant we heard about Megan’s day and how she couldn’t wait to close her shop tonight.

Now and then, I feel Domenic’s eyes on me, his hand playing with my hair. I tried to slide closer to the door, but there’s no space to do that, so I simply had to put up with his fingers on me.

Sighing in relief when Sophia announces we’ve arrived at the restaurant, I’m famished. Other than half a sandwich at the photo shoot today, I didn’t get to have a proper lunch. But with what went down with Cassandra, food just didn’t appeal to me, even if my stomach thinks otherwise.

Walking up to the entrance of Loreto’s Restaurant, Sophia gives her name to the attendant who’s standing behind a desk at the front.

The attendant leads us to our table, and Sophia explains that we need an extra two seats. Just when I’m about to sit next to Megan, Domenic whispers in her ear, and Megan smiles and moves around to a seat next to Sophia.

Domenic pulls my chair out for me, and even though I feel like saying, ‘No, thank you,” I take a seat, not wanting to draw any attention to us.

“Oh my God, you’re Domenic Reed. Can I please get your autograph?”

Two women who spotted Domenic are standing next to him with a pen and napkin in their hand.

“Sorry, I don’t have any paper. Would you mind sighing this for me?” the brunette asks.

Domenic smiles. “Sure. What’s your name?”

“It’s Daniel, and I’m Sarah,” the other lady says, whose eyes are adoring him.

I am trying to ignore the way they are flirting with Domenic, but it’s so hard when they’re in your face and cooing all over him like this.

The waiter hands us some menus, and I immediately check the wine list. I’m definitely going to need some alcohol to get me through tonight.

“Wine anyone?” I ask, trying to ignore Domenic, who’s saying goodbye to the girls.

“Good luck with your game tomorrow,” the brunette one adds.

I sigh, trying to control my impatience.

Is this how it is whenever he’s out?

Tracker, who had his eyes on Domenic and the girls, asks, “Whoa, brother, you are like a king in this town. You must get lots of pussy.”

“Tracker!” Sophia states, nudging him.

“What did I say, baby?” Tracker looks at Sophia, confused. She must say something about me because then Tracker looks over with a sympathetic look. “Yo, sorry, Chloe, didn’t mean no disrespect or anything.”

I wave my hand. “No, none taken. Domenic is free to have sex with whoever he wants,” I explain matter-of-factly, trying to hide my true feelings that I am jealous as hell.

Domenic turns to me, his jaw tense. I know I have upset him. I know I’m playing with fire, but the words I’ve spoken are true—he doesn’t belong to me.

Clearing my throat, I reply to the waitress that’s just arrived at the table. “I’ll have a glass of Pinot Noir, and I’ll have the fish, please. The others give the waitress their order, then Domenic asks Tracker how he and Sophia met. I’m glad for this conversation, especially considering it’s not based around Domenic and me.

Listening to their story, I start to drink my wine once the waitress places it in front of me.

Tracker kisses Sophia now and then and squeezes her hand as he describes in detail the day he met Sophia.

Domenic sits there listening, his eyes now and then glancing my way. The subject turns to Tracker’s biker club, and I have to say I’m intrigued at his story and how he became part of the club. He describes how he was an FBI agent, and how he was searching for his brother, Tate, who up and left one day without a word. He knew he had joined a biker club, so he traveled around trying to find him by visiting biker clubs and where they hung out. That’s when he bumped into the Blood Brothers’ club and explained how they were like a family, and he wanted to be a part of that life. So, one day he left his old life behind to become one of their members.

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