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I spun quickly, finally meeting him eye-to-eye. Optimus could be intimidating, hell who was I kidding, he could be scary as all hell. But I also knew he wouldn’t hurt me, at least not physically.
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Optimus.”
A fist punctured the wall next to my head and I let out a sharp squeal as I covered my head. After a moment, I moved my arm and risked a look at the angry, sexy biker standing over me. Angry was an understatement. I could basically see the steam shooting out his ears. He had only his cut on over his naked torso. His arms bulged as he clenched his fists and leaned in closer.
“Don’t push my buttons, Chelsea. You won’t like the outcome.” His voice was tight and definitive, but I’d had enough. I ducked under his arm and stepped away.
I glared at him. “What’s that saying about having cake and eating it too?” I backed away toward the stairs, my heels tapping loudly on the wooden floors of the hallway and breaking the harsh silence. His face softened as he let me go, and an emotion that I could only describe as pain flashed across his face.
I pulled my cell phone from my pocket as I fled down the stairs. It rang and rang.
“Hey girl,” Rose chirped just as I was about to give up on her. Typically I’d ring Harmony but her and Kit had her mom, Helen staying with them for the weekend and I knew Harm had been missing her like crazy.
And really, this shit isn’t anything new. Optimus and I had been playing this stupid game for far too long. Ever since I’d walked into this club, he’s held my time. At first he didn’t care that I’d see the other men too, but eventually he started getting angry if he’d find out I was with them. I didn’t mind, I was with Optimus almost every night unless he was away on a run. I barely ever spent time in my own room.
At first I loved it because he was so quiet and mysterious. He demanded so much from me, his power and authority took me to an edge of enjoyment sexually that I’d never experienced before. He also had a body like a fucking Greek God.
Once we’d begun to spend more time together, I learned there was more to him than I originally thought. He was sarcastic, he made me laugh and his smile—it lit up the room. And smart, God he was so smart. The man knew numbers like no one else. He was like a walking, talking, calculator.
I knew he didn’t let many people close. His brothers looked up to him and he was loyal to them without a fault. But not many others got to see the side of him that his family did.
Harmony and I wore him down. I don’t think he’d ever expected the two of us to walk through the clubhouse doors. Where club whores are usually seen as power hungry bitches, who’d push their own mother off a cliff to be called an Old Lady. We were fierce, we were independent, and while we followed the rules well, we didn’t take shit from no one. And that’s exactly what I was about to remind him of.
“So, are you still up for going out tonight?” I asked Rose as I marched into my room and started searching through my drawers for a killer outfit to wear.
“Wait, really?” she chirped. “You mean you’re blowing off those sexy hunks of men for me?”
I giggled. “Honey, I can blow them off anytime. You and me are heading out!”
“Thank goodness. I need this bad.” She sighed quietly, almost as if she wasn’t talking to me.
I frowned. “Are you all right?”
She cleared her throat. “Yeah, I’m great! Just a little stressed.”
“Well then, let’s get started. Text me your address, I’m coming over.”
