“I think so,” I hesitate, not knowing if I’ll keep throwing up or not.
“Let’s go to the bathroom,” he says, lifting me into his arms as effortlessly as he always does. And thankfully, I didn’t vomit on myself.
“Look at me,” he speaks again.
“I don’t want to,” I whisper.
“Because I look like him?” His tone holds sadness now.
“No, because I’m ashamed, I just vomited everywhere.”
“I couldn’t care less. I’ve seen a lot worse.” His eyes hold empathy, a warmth I haven’t noticed before.
“Okay.”
I wash my mouth and face, brush my teeth in hope the smell will disappear.
“I know food isn’t your priority right now but you have to eat, Anastasia. What do you want for dinner?”
I don’t answer immediately, and let myself think for a second before I respond. “Pizza, maybe?”
“Then I’ll get that for you. Have you ever ridden a bike before?” He asks, winking at me.
“No, but I’ve always wanted to.” I love motorbikes, always have.
“Then today is your lucky day, babydoll.” He says, placing a kiss on my temple, his hand finding the curve of my waist.
Chapter 12
Brian
It’s obvious the truth hurts her deeply, only a fool could miss the clear signals. And I don’t want my girl to hurt, that’s the last thing I want.
After washing her face, she changes into my sweatpants and hoodie, both gray. “Come here, babydoll,” I callher over.
She listens without arguing, and just like that, my cock is hardening again. I’ve always known my body would react to her, but it'sa mindfuck every time it happens so quickly.
I put the black helmet over her head before doing the same on myself, hiding both ourfacesbehind the tinted glass.
“Can you hear me?” I ask, making sure the phones in our helmets work properly.
“Yes, sir.”
“Come,” I say, showing her the way out.
I open the garage, revealing multiple motorcycles, but I’ve made sure to hide her surprise. Bikes are the only thing I spend my money on, and I have a lot of it
I walk over to my favorite bike, wanting her first experience to be as perfect as possible. The bike is black with a clear shine to it, making it gleam like the night sky.
Swinging one leg over, I sit steady on top of it. Anastasia clenches her thighs as she watches me, but the smirk on my face stays hidden from her.
“Usually, you would sit behind me, but I want to feel you in front of me.” It’s not the usual way of riding, but I don’t care.
She does as I say, slowly coming closer. I help her get up, placing one leg on each side. “Is this safe?” she asks.
“You’re always safe with me, Anastasia.”
I turn the key and the motorcycle turns on, the engine revving before I take off.
