Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance) (52 page)

Her head pounded and her breath left her. She felt as if someone had just whacked her over the head with something blunt and heavy; it was almost too much to wrap her head around. Three years
...
three fucking years! Was he really throwing her out after three years?

Was all that time just wasted?

“This relationship is over!” he screamed, as if to confirm all of her worst fears as he whirled around to face her. “Done!
,
Over!
,
Finished!
,
Stick a fork in it!
,
Get the fuck out!”

The expression behind his eyes was enough to make her heart shatter like glass dropped onto a cement block. She was heartbroken to see him so uncaring; so heartless.

She stood there completely dumbfounded. Was it really over?

She wasn’t the type to beg. She looked at him for a second longer, feeling a tear burn the brim of her eyelid and pulling with all its might to fall. She steeled herself with everything she had, refusing to cry. She couldn’t let the tears fall. She couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

She couldn’t believe it. To say that she was pissed that he was throwing her out was probably the understatement of the century, but at the same time, she didn’t have any rights to the house. Stanley had the job; the really good job
,
actually. He had agreed to pay the rent in order to facilitate a brighter future together
,
so the place wasn’t even hers. It was his; all his.

She knew that, but it didn’t mean that it didn’t burn just the same as she went inside and gathered her things. She couldn’t even look at him when she went back outside onto the porch. She just kept her head straight and her belongings held tightly. With only her clothes, the laptop tucked underneath her arm, and her car keys, she stepped down the two steps at the front of the porch. She really didn’t know what the hell it was that she was going to do. She was a student. She was broke; more than broke, actually. Hell, she was pretty sure her bank account only had about twenty dollars in it. That wasn’t even enough for one night in a trash motel.

So
,
where the hell was she going to go?

It was two o’clock in the morning.

“Damn you Stanley, you fucking asshole
,” she growled and turned the key in the ignition of her Ford Focus. She was un-showered, exhausted, and had nowhere to go. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that he was capable of such coldness.

She shook her head, shaking away all thoughts. All she could do was focus on driving, which was hard to do with the pulling and tugging of her eyelids. She needed rest soon, and there was a likely possibility that that rest was going to have to be in her car.

When she realized where she was, she had almost wondered if she had subconsciously driven to the area. She turned her neck, and then glanced over her shoulders through her windows and mirrors. She was surrounded by large houses; large beautiful houses. It was definitely a nice neighborhood; probably the nicest neighborhood on this side of town; a nice, rich neighborhood, which pretty much translated into a safe neighborhood.

She sighed, partially in contentment of finally being able to find a spot to rest, and partially in sadness that the evening had come to this in the first place. She threw her car into park and turned off the ignition, closing her eyes for a second. She took a deep breath, questioning whether or not she was actually going to do this; if she was actually going to sleep in her car.

She nuzzled her head in the driver’s seat, making up her mind to get some rest. She was way too tired to think of any other option. She huffed and laid the seat down in a bout of frustration, only it didn’t move further than just a couple of clicks. It was stuck. “Fucking great!” she bellowed, even more frustrated than before, and completely enraged at the entire evening.

She flung the driver’s door open and jumped out before slamming it shut. She felt herself inhale sharply, ready to scream out into the cool night’s air, but she stopped herself before she did. She didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention to herself. Exhaling the air she had just breathed in, she grabbed the handle of the back seat as gently as she could and fell into the seat, hoping that rest would finally come and she could put the night behind her.

Chapter Two

He stood up straight, meeting the morning sun with a smile. He didn’t usually like mornings, but there was something about today that made him feel a little more welcoming of it. He wasn’t sure if the extra spring in his step was the fact that he’d just banged a couple of hotties the night before or if it was the fact that he was about to sign an incredibly large customer to his company.

His brown hair was tussled, and it swished in the wind. Bed head is what most people would call it, but he just looked at it as a trophy from the night before. That sex really had been incredible.

The day was calm, just a slight breeze, and the morning sun had just barely broken over the horizon completely. Small birds could be heard, and when he looked up, he could see them fluttering in and out of trees and on power lines just above him.

He felt a small chill roll up his bare legs as he continued down the driveway, rolling his large green trash can, clad only in a robe and slippers, nothing beneath the robe. His conquests had left just a couple of hours ago, and he wasn’t sure why he felt so rested, but he did; especially for such an early morning. It was still cool outside; he noticed as goose bumps started etching across his arms. He could only assume that was normal though. It was still really early, after all. The sun hadn’t had time to heat up the world around him or even dry the dew that he could feel beginning to soak through his slippers for that matter.

He took a deep breath, really enjoying the fresh morning around him. Normally, he took the trash down with a grimace, just before work. He was already showered, dressed to impress, and did a quick jog-down to take care of it. This time though, he was going slow, really taking in his surroundings. He couldn’t believe how gorgeous it was, and he wondered if that was what he was missing by sleeping in until right before he had to go to work every other day.

From his hilltop abode, he could almost see the entire neighborhood. There were several figures; only silhouettes from his distance, and they were walking down drives to retrieve newspapers or take trash to the curb just like he was. Unlike everyone else though, he was taking his
own
trash to the curb.

All the other people were no doubt servants – butlers, maids, doormen, whatever – doing the grimy things their rich bosses didn’t want to bother getting their hands dirty with. Chris wasn’t like that. He didn’t need “the help” to take his trash 30 feet down the driveway. That was ridiculous. He could afford it. He could afford to pay hundreds of helpers a full time wage; enough for each of them to carry one single scrap of trash to the curb. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was the fact that all the other rich bastards in his neighborhood were fat and gluttonous or they were just plain and simple old fucks – sometimes even a combination of the two.

He was young and in shape and, as long as that was the case, he wasn’t going to make some other person take care of something so small and simple.

His lips curved into a smile as he watched the workers do everyday chores.
At least, they’re digging into the pockets of the lazy bastards
, he thought. When his attention came back to the curb, as he slung the garbage can around to face the street, he noticed a car parked just beside his driveway. His brows furrowed as he stared at it.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen that particular car before. It didn’t belong in that neighborhood. It was an older model Ford Focus, forest green in color, with scratches up and down the side. It definitely didn’t look like it belonged to anyone in this neighborhood. Besides, there weren’t a lot of cars parked on the curb in this area… in general, for that matter. Most of the houses in the neighborhood had garages. They even usually had enough for their guests too, if it happened to be one-of-the-old-farts down the streets’ kid or something. It didn’t really make any sense, especially not parked in front of his house.

He shook his head, shaking the thoughts away along with it before letting go of the can and turning on his heel. He didn’t really have time to think about some strange car, no matter how close it was to his house. He had to get ready to go into the office.

A man of Chris Thornton’s stature didn’t need to work; not really. This far along in his success, and his established company, he could have paid people to basically pilot it for him. He’d already laid down the ground work, but the truth was, that he enjoyed it.

The thrill of the sale was what drove him each and every day, along with the promise of making more money.

His freshly tailored Italian suit lie perfectly over his body. With every step, the expensive navy fabric allowed for the perfect amount of give, allowing it to flow effortlessly with each and every move he made. He smiled as he stepped into his garage and walked toward his brand new premium black Lexus. His tailor, Pablo, always knew exactly what he was doing. That was why he was one of the few that he was paying the big bucks to.

He flicked his wrist and snapped the unlock button on his keychain and smirked. His Lexus’s horn beeped once and he heard the click of the doors before pulling the handle and jumping into the driver’s seat. His new perfectly tailored Italian suit, brand new Lexus, and the promise of more money only made Chris even more giddy to get to work.

As he pulled out of his driveway, he knew that he was about to land one of the biggest fish he had ever landed before, which was saying something; considering his business was a billion-dollar corporation already. This customer though was a lot richer than he was, and with his new loyalty, his business was sure to meet its next projected level.

That same evening, when he slowed to meet his driveway, he held nothing but the grandest smile he’d ever held upon his face before. The day had gone even better than he’d planned. He not only landed the customer, but he obtained exclusivity.

As he pulled closer to his driveway, his lights flashed over the same green Ford Focus that had been sitting there earlier. This time though, it was parked a few feet away from where it had been this morning; clearly having moved… this time, even closer to his house. His head craned to look at it more fully, as he slowed even more to turn into his driveway. The shine against the car allowed him to catch something he wasn’t sure he would have caught before…

Movement.

Someone or something was inside. He squinted his eyes and pressed the brake of his car before even turning completely in the driveway.

It was a woman. Her knees had moved. She was lying in the back seat of her vehicle and she was wearing what appeared to be blue scrubs…

A doctor? A nurse?

He threw his car into park and hopped out, leaving his ignition and lights on. Why was a woman wearing scrubs sleeping in the back seat of a car right next to his driveway?

He balled his fists as he approached the vehicle and pecked on the window of the car with his knuckles. “Hey, Lady!” he yelled out, hoping that she could hear him, and that she was alright.

She jumped up abruptly and stared at him with wide eyes. As quickly as she had hopped up into a sitting position, he figured she was fine, but he still wanted to know more.

“What’s your story?” he yelled again, through the closed window. “Why are you outside my house?”

She looked terrified for a second. “That’s your house?” she asked, almost unsure of him. He nodded and took a couple of steps away from her car.

“And my car…” He pointed toward the Lexus parked crookedly in front of her.

“Open your garage door!” she yelled out, pulling her knees to her chest.

“What?” he asked, confused. “No!”

He was standoffish at first, but went back to his earlier instinct just by seeing her soft resting expression from earlier turn into nothing but absolute fear. This woman wasn’t dangerous. That was the only reason he had approached the car in the first place. “Are you hurt at all?” he yelled out before making a step toward his car. She shook her head, but did nothing else.

She just remained vaulted, her knees to her chest.

He could only assume that she was scared of him. Why, he wasn’t sure, but he assumed she wanted to make sure that it really was his house and that he wasn’t just some weirdo with a rented Lexus coming to prey on women in fancy neighborhoods. It sounded ludicrous to him when he went through the thought-process in his head, but he shook it off. Women didn’t make sense to him in general. Why would some crazy chick in the back of a Ford Focus be any different?

He used his automatic garage door opener clipped to his visor to open his garage and he could see, even through the darkness, the woman visibly relaxed. Then, he heard the car door open.

“Well, Lady, now that the paranoia is over, would you like to tell me what the hell is going on?” he asked as she took another step toward him.

She nodded and spieled the whole story. Something about a douche of a boyfriend kicking her out because she didn’t like to party and was always working and studying. He sounded like an asshole to Chris, but then again, Chris acknowledged passion, goals, and determination over everything.