Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,28
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I endure a long silent moment while he decides which way to go, and then finally, he says, “If you must.” He eats some of his bacon before starting a new conversation. “I have to go out of town on Friday night for the weekend. I’ll be home Sunday afternoon.”
I work hard not to show how happy this makes me. Casually, I enquire, “Where are you going?”
“Sydney. I have work meetings all weekend.”
“Okay.” I nod, thinking about all the free hours I’ll have. Joe likes to pack our weekends with social engagements that bore the hell out of me. He also keeps me on my toes on the weekends simply because he’s home and always watching me.
He finishes eating his breakfast while I scroll my work emails. When he’s finished, he moves around the island to make a coffee to go. This is our standard routine every morning before his driver drives us into the city for work. I’d prefer to make my own way, but Joe insists we drive together. It’s just another way he can control me. I’m fully aware of that and allow it because I have other battles with him that are more worthy of fighting.
I finish with my emails as his hand slides over my hip, and he moves in close behind me. Unease prickles across my skin, and I still when he says, “I want you ready for me tonight.” He drops his lips to my bare shoulder and kisses me. “You were asleep by the time I came to bed last night.”
Oh God, no.
He’ll see the bite marks and bruises if we have sex.
I place my hand over his. “I’m on my period.”
His fingers grip my hip, digging into my skin. “I don’t give a fuck.”
The unease of a moment ago slithers all the way through me.
“I do.” I turn to face him, desperately wanting his eyes as far away from my neck as possible. “I don’t like to have sex when I have my period.”
The vein in his neck pulses. “That needs to change. Tonight.”
With that, he reaches for his coffee and strides out of the kitchen, leaving me with no doubt as to what he intends to make happen tonight.
“Chelsea.” My boss sticks his head in my office just before lunch, looking irritated. “Have you finished with those files I asked you to look at this morning?”
Shit. I grimace. “Sorry, I’m still going through them. Can you give me another half hour? I’ll make sure they’re done by then.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Okay, half an hour. Get it done.”
I lean back in my seat after he leaves and throw my pen down on the desk. It’s been a shit of a morning so far, and I don’t see the day improving anytime soon. My boss is usually the most patient man I know, but he’s been on edge today; I’ve had client after client call me with issues they need fixed straight away; and on top of that, Brielle, one of my colleagues, has been the biggest bitch to me simply because she thinks I get special privileges at work due to my father being the premier. That’s been going on for weeks, and I’ve let her catty remarks slide, but I’m ready to tell her where to go today. I don’t get anything at work due to Dad being the premier. If anything, I have more to prove and have to work harder than everyone else.
My phone sounds with a text.
Alexa: Wanna go to yoga tonight?
Me: I knew you enjoyed it the other day!
Alexa: Well?
Me: Ugh, I can’t. I have a dinner with Joe’s friends tonight.
Alexa: How come I never get invited to dinner with you and Joe?
Me: Trust me, that’s not an invite you want.
Alexa: He’s your husband now, babe. You can’t keep me from him forever.
Alexa knows the same story Mason knows about my marriage. She thinks I walked away from Mason so he wouldn’t go to jail. She thinks I married Joe to help my father’s political career. While those things are true, they don’t come close to being the whole story, but that’s a story neither of them can ever know.
Me: I won’t. But be careful what you wish for is all I’m saying. Joe’s dinners aren’t as fun as our dinners.
Alexa: I bet. I can’t imagine you getting smashed with him like you do with me.
Me: I don’t. Shit, I gotta go. I promised to get a heap of work done for my boss in