Page 24 of My Three S**y Bikers

“How come your sister never comes to the club?”

He chuckled. “We may be twins and close, but we’re not that close. I’m not exactly going to join her at her yoga classes. She has her things, and I have mine.”

I respected that, and I assumed she lived near. Once he put Dwayne in the pen, I could tell the baby was happy. He crawled from one end to the next, grabbing as many toys as possible.

Playboy winked at me.

“You ready for the best burgers in town?”

I smiled, wondering why he was asking that, since he had just settled Dwayne into the pen. This was when the penny dropped.

“But I thought we were going out?”

Playboy headed to the fridge and started to get to work. He didn’t mean for us to go to a diner, he meant he was a mean cook.

“Red or white?”

I shook my head. “No, thanks. Just a soda. It’s too early to be drinking.”

He scoffed. “Please, I don’t like drinking alone, besides it just turned lunchtime. So, red or white?”

I pointed at the white one, thinking he was right. I needed to learn to relax. I’d been so uptight recently. Being here made me feel calm, something I hadn’t been in the last few days. Playboy made me feel at home, a lot more than my ex had since we’d met again…

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PLAYBOY

It was getting late, and once we ate and I gave her a tour of the house, I realized there was a lot more to Melinda than met the eye.

She was pretty; that part was for sure. From the time she came in with her sweet pretty ass and baby blue eyes, I’d thought she was cute. But when I saw the little fellow, I knew she had a past. It took a couple of days to figure out that the past was with Scar and the little fellow was his. It was written all over her face.

“Do you still love him?” I asked her, once she came back from settling Dwayne in the back room. She said she wanted to stay the night and not go back to the compound. I didn’t know what had happened earlier, and she clearly had no intention of sharing it with me.

“I don’t know him anymore.” she shrugged.

“Maybe, you guys need to sit down and talk.”

She choked. “That’s the last thing we need to do. You know if I didn’t see his eyes, or if someone told me he wasn’t Drake, then I would believe them. I don’t like this guy. This Scar as you call him. I don’t want anything to do with him.”

I didn’t want to dwell on it, but curiosity had made me ask her. She’d answered, and I wouldn’t push her to say anything more on the topic.

“What movie do you want to watch?” I asked, swiftly changing the subject.

“Something funny. I can’t remember the last time I watched a movie. I have no idea about any new movies or anything like that.”

This was the time to get to know her better, seeing as she was completely relaxed.

“Mel. You said you prefer if I call you that.”

She nodded as she sat on the sofa next to me while adjusting her white dress that showed off her tan. When she came to us, her skin had been as white as snow, but lately with walking around the compound, which I’d seen her do a few times with Dwayne, she’d managed to get a slight tan.

This was the closest we’d been together since she’d come here. Even in the bar, we’d managed to keep our distance, apart from yesterday when I’d bumped into her in the kitchen, but then the only thing on my mind had been talking to Frank about this eviction notice. Until now, there’d been no reason for us to be in proximity.

“You smell good.” She smiled as I moved closer to her on the couch.

“Hugo Boss,” I said proudly while trying to figure out what movie I’d seen lately that had been funny.

I had all the networks under the sun: Disney, Netflix, HBO, but they were mainly put in for my nephews and nieces. I wasn’t a fan of the screen. I preferred reading a book, not that I would confess it to anyone apart from Greyson. He was a lover of literature, too. We were supposed to be tough bikers. No lady would find it sexy if we confessed to spending our time reading books.

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