Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,5
house.
My fists clench by my side, itching like fuck to beat the hell out of him. One fucking day I will.
“I’ll be in touch tomorrow,” Moss says. “We’ve got a few things that need taking care of.”
Griff works his jaw but doesn’t respond. His ability to keep his mouth shut in times like this is why he’s the VP. The rest of us wouldn’t be able to fucking hold ourselves back.
I follow Griff and J out to where our bikes and van are parked down the street. I’ve almost reached my bike when I run into Joe fucking Hearst. He’s standing beside a limousine talking on his phone. When he sees me, he stills and trains his eyes on me in the same way mine are on him.
This fucking night just keeps getting worse.
My stride slows as I take in the man who has everything I ever wanted.
Jealousy claws at me in ways I never knew until he entered my life.
It’s eaten me alive for the past three months, but standing right in front of him is proving to be a whole new level of torment.
And then the limousine door opens and Chelsea exits, and my jealousy collides with hate in a shitshow of feelings I wish didn’t exist inside me.
Her eyes meet mine, and the entire world falls away as I stare at the woman I used to love.
“Mason.” My name falls from her lips in a hushed tone. It also falls by accident if the way her eyes instantly cut to her husband is anything to go by.
Joe’s lips pinch together as he reaches for her hand. I don’t miss the possessiveness in his action and struggle to take my eyes off her hand clasped tightly in his.
Fuck.
Forcing my attention from Chelsea back to what I’m doing, I stalk away from her and her fucking husband. No way can I afford to get tied up with her again. She made her decision three months ago and didn’t stop to look back at me once.
Chelsea Novak is fucking dead to me and I don’t ever intend to resurrect her.
2
Chelsea
“Friday night is the fundraiser dinner for the Brain Foundation. Robyn will organise a dress for you. Just make sure you’re available from six for an interview with Society One,” my husband says over lunch the day after we ran into Mason outside Dwayne Moss’s house. I’ve spent almost every minute since seeing Mason thinking about him, so I’m having trouble focussing on what Joe’s saying. Something he doesn’t fail to notice. “Chelsea, are you listening to me?”
My eyes snap to his. Joe doesn’t handle it well when I don’t give him my full attention. Usually I don’t care to give him what he wants, but my mind is all over the place today and I’m feeling highly strung. That’s making me do things out of character, like pandering to my husband. “Sorry, yes. Friday night. Robyn will get me a dress, and I have an interview at six.” I frown. “What’s the interview for?”
Joe’s lips purse together, a sign of his displeasure. “You really need to focus on what we’re trying to achieve here. Your father is preparing for re-election. This is a family interview.”
Of course.
Dad has given my husband a whole range of responsibilities going into this next election. One of them is handling the media. Essentially, he’s in charge of the spin, and he uses our family to achieve his and dad’s goals.
I finish eating the sandwich Joe’s assistant brought in and stand. “Right, got it. Friday night is all about playing happy fucking families.”
“Fuck, Chelsea, what’s with the attitude today?”
If Joe thinks this is attitude, he’s got a lot more to learn about me. But then again, we have only been married for a month, so there’s a whole lot of stuff he still has to discover about me. My fondness for throwing attitude when someone’s being an asshole is only one of those things.
I don’t bother to answer him. “I’m going to clean up and get going. I have a busy afternoon with clients ahead of me.”
“You need to think about quitting your job,” Joe says as I head towards his private bathroom. His office is practically a self-contained apartment with all its facilities. Maybe he’ll choose to use it as an apartment one day. A girl couldn’t be so lucky.
Shutting myself in the bathroom, I take a deep breath and rest my hands on the vanity.