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“I’m going to head on up,” I say, the heaviness of the situation finally making me tired. “It’s late and I’ve got to get an early start on work.”
“And what is it that you do, exactly?”
“I work from home.”
He arches his brow. “You know that’s not an answer, right?”
I keep my mouth closed and shrug. I want to keep something to myself since my life is spiraling out of control.
“Goodnight, King.”
I step around him, the scent of his musky cologne and weed encompassing me. He’s too close for comfort. I need to get away from him before I do something stupid like fuck him outside on this patio without a care in the world.
He grabs me by the elbow, his touch gentle but firm. I stop and face him. He takes a step forward, crowding my space. “It’s Dylan.”
“Excuse me?”
“I want you to call me, Dylan, not King.”
A smile lifts at the corners of my mouth. “And I thought you wanted me to call you Daddy?”
He chuckles. “Let’s start with Dylan, sweetheart.” He moves my hair from my eyes, his gaze intense. “You’ll be calling me Daddy soon enough.”
Well, what the hell can I say to that?
Yes, please?
He grips my chin and leans forward until our mouths touch. Slowly his lips move against mine and surprisingly the kiss is gentle. Not at all what I expect from a rough and tough man like him.
“Goodnight Alana.” His lips brush against mine as he speaks. “Sweet dreams.”
He pulls away, his gaze on me is like a soft caress, more tender than the kiss we shared.
“Goodnight Dylan.”
Without looking back, I make my way to the clubhouse, trying to keep myself from running. When I step back inside, and slide the patio doors closed behind me, shutting out all the sexual tension between us, I release the breath I’m holding.
“Ugggh… I’m so fucking screwed,” I mumble, quickly going upstairs to the safety of my temporary room with only thin walls and a single door separating me from the man I know I need to stay far away from. A man who I know can destroy my world.
Chapter Six
KING
WhenIstepoutof my office all I hear is whistling, yelling, and clapping. The clubhouse is rowdy almost all the time, but never at this time of the day. I can’t get any fucking peace to handle what needs to be done.
“What the fuck is going on!” I yell as I push my way through all the brothers blocking my path. “What the hell are all of you doing here!”
Never have so many of them been here during the day unless we’re having a meeting, going on a run, or had shit that needed to be taken care of at the clubhouse. Now for the past three weeks, I can’t get rid of them if I paid them a fucking million bucks. And it’s getting on my goddamn nerves. I only have one woman to blame for the change in the brothers and that’s the woman we all can’t seem to get out of our systems. The woman I’ve been avoiding like the plague because of the intense pull between us. A pull I absolutely don’t want to deal with.
Since the night I found her on the back patio when the rest of the house was dead to the world, I’ve been absolutely obsessed with her. From a distance, but obsessed, nonetheless. Seeing as she has nowhere to go other than here, her scent, her voice, her laughter is here all the damn time.
Everywhere.
She’s only been at the clubhouse, and she hasn’t asked to leave yet. So, her time has been spent with the brothers and the Old Ladies when they’re here, which isn’t often. Even some of the club whores have taken a liking to her, except Janie of course. Her attitude is getting worse, and it’s something I’ll have to deal with again. This time I’ll be putting her out on her ass. I don’t have the time nor the patience to deal with a spiteful bitch.
The one thing I haven’t been able to get control over has been jealousy. No matter how much I try to avoid all contact with Alana, I want her all the damn time. Fucking pathetic. Yet, I can’t help it. Her smiles, her laughs, that fucking adorable, little snort she makes whenever David, one of the prospects tries to flirt with her even though she’s way out of his league. She knows it too, but she’s too good of a person to tell him to fuck off because she doesn’t want to hurt his poor little feelings. I want everything she gives everyone else. Her time and constant attention.
I haven’t even been able to fuck anybody since that night. I’ve resorted to jacking off to the image of her which sucks because my hand isn’t enough to get rid of the ever-present need for her.
