Surviving The Biker (Motorcyle Club Romance)

By

Cassie Alexandra

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Copyright ©2015 by Cassie Alexandra/K.L Middleton

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“Adriana,” said Vanda from the other side of the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”

I wiped my mouth with a tissue. “Yes,” I replied, dropping it into the toilet. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

She was silent for a couple of seconds. “Are you throwing up again?”  

“No,” I lied. “I just finished brushing my teeth. What do you need, Mom?”

“I thought I heard you getting sick again. I’m just worried about you.”

I turned on the water and began washing my hands, not sure whether to be angry or amused that she’d been listening outside of the door. “I’m fine. I’ll be right out.”

“Okay.”

When I stepped out of the bathroom, she was still in my room, staring out of the window, a pensive look on her face.

“What’s up?” I asked.

She turned and I could see that the worry lines on her face were deeper than usual. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, walking over to my closet. I slid the door open and began looking for something to wear. It was seven-thirty in the morning and I had a class at nine. I certainly wasn’t in the mood for small talk or being lectured.

“How are you and that biker doing? Trevor.”

“Fine.” Hearing his name made my chest heavy. “Why are you asking?” I asked, pulling out a green cashmere sweater.

“You’ve been home lately. At night. And, these last two weekends, you didn’t even go over to his place.”

“I’ve been busy with homework,” I said, not wanting to get into it with her. The truth was that I’d been avoiding him ever since Brandy, his ex-girlfriend, had dropped the bomb about being pregnant. She’d claimed that it was his baby and Trevor, having been abandoned by his mother, and treated so shitty by his old man, wanted to do the right thing for any child he’d fathered. Unfortunately, that also meant allowing her to live in his house, since she “supposedly” didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“Everything is good?”

I turned around and looked at her. She’d probably jump for joy if she knew the truth. That we weren’t doing well at all. I decided to keep it to myself, however. If things worked out, and the baby wasn’t his, she’d still throw it in my face. My mother loved me but she didn’t trust or even particularly like Trevor; this would be just more ammunition that she’d use against “The Biker.”

I shrugged. “Yeah. Sure. Why are you so worried about it?”

“I’m just worried about
you
,” she answered, her green eyes soft. “You’ve been so quiet. Too quiet.”

My stomach began to roll again. “To be honest, I think I have a touch of the flu or something,” I replied, making a beeline toward the bathroom again.

“Gerald had it last week, so that’s probably it,” she replied as I closed the door.

I leaned over the toilet and that alone made me throw up.

“I’ll get you some Ginger Ale,” she said, through the doorway. “That might settle your stomach.”

“Um, thanks, Mom,” I croaked.

“You’re welcome.”

I wiped my mouth with a tissue, dropped it into the toilet, and flushed. As I was brushing my teeth, she knocked on the door again.

“Here, you go,” she said, handing me a glass and two pills.

I stared down at them. They weren’t anything I recognized. “What are these?”

“Papaya. These will help settle your stomach. Jim uses them all the time for heartburn. You can chew them.”

“Thanks,” I replied, taking them. “Oh, they’re good.”

“I know. I’ve been taking them myself lately.” Her eyes went to my stomach and she changed the subject dramatically. “You’ve been using protection?”

I raised my eyebrow. Not this conversation. I was twenty-one years old and she was grilling me about sex. “Excuse me?”

She laughed nervously. “I’m sure that you are, but… you know.” Her face became serious. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

“No, I’m on the pill.”

“Oh, good. Have you been using condoms, too? I mean, it’s a good idea with a man like Trevor,” she said, frowning. “One can only imagine the kind of women he’s been with.”

“Mom, now you’re offending me, too,” I said, taking another drink of the Ginger Ale. “And, can we not talk about this? I’m clearly an adult now, and my sex life isn’t something I really want to discuss with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you,” she said, wringing her hands together.

“Fine. Thank you. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get dressed and head out to school.”

“Can I make you any breakfast?”

The thought of food made me shudder. “No. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it down.”

Her lips pursed. “If you have the flu, you shouldn’t even be going to school.”

I pulled out a pair of underwear and a bra from my dresser. “I have a test this morning,” I said, slipping my panties on under my white, terrycloth robe. “I can’t afford to miss it.”

“I’m sure that you can make it up. Tell them you’re sick.”

She had an answer for everything. “I don’t want to make it up. Besides, I’m feeling better. I think that soda you gave me is already helping. Do we have any crackers? I’ll take some of those with me.”

“Yes. I’ll go and put some into a plastic bag for you,” she said, walking toward my door. “I’ll do it quickly.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

I finished getting dressed and then went back into the bathroom, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I thought about putting makeup on, but then decided against it.

What was the point?  

“Here,” said Vanda, as I stepped into the kitchen with my backpack. “Saltine crackers.”

I took the bag from her. “Thanks.”

“By the way, I’m having a late dinner with Jim again tonight. After work. If you need anything, though, call me. I’ll come home instead.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine,” I said, noticing that she’d taken extra care with her auburn hair. Normally, she wore it in a chignon for work, but today, she’d curled it and left it down. “Your hair looks very nice.”

She touched it and smiled. “Thanks. Jim likes it this way.”

“Ah. I can see why. You two have fun tonight. And, if you decide not to come home, that’s fine, too.”

“Oh.” Waving her hand, she laughed. “I’ll be home. We haven’t gotten to that point yet.”

“Well, when you do, make sure you use a condom,” I said, enjoying the sudden embarrassment on her face. “I don’t need any little brothers or sisters.”

“Goodness, I’m too old to have any more kids,” she answered, turning her back to me. She grabbed a bottle of disinfectant and began cleaning the counter.

“Mom, you’re not even fifty yet. It could happen,” I said, taking the keys out of my purse.

“Just worry about you, Adriana,” she said, pulling at the paper towels. She glanced at me over her shoulder. “Okay?”

“The same goes for you, Mom,” I said, winking at her. “We’re both grown women, right?”

She chuckled and then nodded. “Fine. Point taken.”

I smirked. “Finally. I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Goodbye, Adriana.”

I left the house and got into my car. As I pulled out of the garage, my cell phone began to ring. When I noticed that it was Trevor, I swore under my breath and then reluctantly answered it.

“Hey, Kitten,” he said in that lazy, sexy voice of his.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve got a class. I’m heading to it now.”

“Just one?”

“No, three, actually.”

“Stop by here when you’re done.”

I frowned. The last thing I wanted was to see Brandy looking like she owned the place when I arrived. I knew she hated me. I’d seen it in her eyes. She’d do her best to make me feel like I didn’t belong there. That was not something I felt like dealing with at the moment. “I… I’m feeling a little under the weather. I’m going to have to pass.”

He sighed. “You’re avoiding me.”

“No.”

“Yes you are.”

“I’m seriously, not feeling good.”

“Right. Just like last week.”

“I had classes and tests.”

“And the past two weekends?”

“Studying for those tests.”

“Fuck, Adriana. This is bullshit. You’re avoiding me and it’s because of Brandy.”

Obviously. “Is she still at your house?”

“Yes, but like I said before, she’s just
staying
here. Nothing else is going on. Hell, if I could kick her out today, I would.”

“Speaking of – when are you going to find out if the baby is yours?”

“Next week.”

I let out a sigh of relief. I’d thought it was going to take much longer for a paternity test. “Do you know how far along she is?”

“Almost nine weeks.” He sighed. “Enough about her. I need to see you, darlin’. You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to drive over to your house and pick you up.”

What stopped you?
I wanted to ask.

“By the way, I’ve got something for you,” he said, a smile in his voice.

I pictured him holding his crotch and felt myself tingle down below. “Oh yeah? What?”

“No, no, no. It’s a surprise. Stop by when you’re finished with your classes and you’ll get to see.”

I relented. “Fine. I should be there around four.” I knew that would give me enough time to run back home for a shower and a change of clothes.

“Good. I’ll be counting down the minutes. I’ve missed the fuck out of you, Kitten.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” I bit my lower lip. I had to ask. “Is Brandy going to be around?”

“No. I don’t think so. She’s working at Griffin’s now.”

I snorted. “Stripping?”

“No, she’s taking some bartending classes and Slammer was nice enough to give her a job. She’s been training with Misty, too.”

“I take it that she got fired from her last job?”

“Yeah. He kicked her out of his house and replaced her at the office.”

“What if the baby isn’t yours?” I asked. “Do you really want her at Griffin’s?”

“I don’t care. She needs a job. Besides, I don’t spend that much time there, anymore. I usually hang out at the clubhouse.”

“Oh, and that’s so much better?”
I replied, dryly. I still remembered Krystal telling me about the naked club whores that hung out there. The stripper poles. The booze. From the way she’d explained, it was like a continuous bachelor party that never ended.

“It’s not that bad and shit only happens if you want it to happen,” he said. “The only thing I want to happen is you in my bed, Kitten. This afternoon.”

Although I was still a little nauseated, I wanted it too. I really did miss the hell out of him.

“I’ll be there.”