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We didn’t know much about each other, but the things we did know made me want to learn more about him. Since he lived on the other side of the world, it was easy to confide in him about how sheltered I was and how much I hated it. We might have bonded over our passion for bikes, but now it was much more than that. I genuinely wanted to know everything about him, and the feeling seemed mutual.
What I did know about Full Throttle was that he was my age and he actually owned a street bike. A black matte Ducati 900cc Supersport Twin. My favorite. After a month of chatting in the open forum with the other biker fans, one night we were discussing our favorite motorcycles, and I shared what mine was.
Seconds later, I got a private message from Full Throttle. Even when we were chatting with everyone else in the forum, I still felt something different toward him, a pull I couldn’t explain, so you could understand my excitement when I saw his request to private message me. From the moment I clicked accept and he showed me a picture of his bike, I became even more infatuated with him.
We’d been privately chatting on the site ever since. I wanted to give him my cell phone number so I could hear his voice, but I was too scared it’d somehow get back to my family and I’d be grounded for life. Instead of risking that chance and losing him all together, we only chatted on the forum a few days a week. Sometimes during the day, other times late at night.
Full Throttle: What are you wearing?
I giggled at his question.
Rebel Rider: Wouldn’t you like to know…
Full Throttle: More than you could imagine.
I blushed, smirking.
“Belle,” Dad interrupted through the intercom in my bedroom, bringing my attention to him.
“Come down to my office. We need to talk.”
Although my father couldn’t see me, I nodded at his request as I answered Full Throttle.
Rebel Rider: If you must know, I’m wearing my schoolgirl uniform. I have to go. Chat later!
I didn’t wait for his reaction. The last thing I wanted to do was make my father wait. It wouldn’t be in my best interest. I was already pushing boundaries with my family on attending a co-ed school, and I didn’t want to push my luck any further. After exiting the forum, I deleted it from my browser history, just in case. Grabbing my backpack, I hurried downstairs.
Once I was standing in front of his office door, I knocked.
“Come in,” Dad announced.
I did, coming face-to-face with not only him but my grandfather too.
Oh no … did they change their minds?
My heart sank to the floor. This couldn’t be good. Not with my grandfather there.
“Good morning, Grandfather.”
He simply nodded to the leather chair in front of my father’s desk. “Take a seat, Belle.”
With each step toward the chair, I played it off like my heart wasn’t beating out of my chest.
“Is everything alright?” I asked once I was sitting down.
“Belle,” Grandfather addressed me in a stern voice, standing beside my father with his arms crossed over his chest, looking every bit the powerful man he was.
They were both dressed in three-piece suits. It didn’t matter how hot it was in Kentucky and trust me, some days were scorching, they were still always dressed in suits.
“Belle, I don’t think we have to remind you of what’s expected of you now that you’re attending Canterbury Academy?”
I nodded. “Of course, sir.”
“Everything you do reflects on our name. I don’t think we need to remind you of that either.”
“Yes, of course, sir,” I repeated to my grandfather.
“Princess,” Dad intervened in a lighter tone. “We’re trusting you to know who you need to steer clear of.”
