sure Fox knows too because my sister doesn’t keep secrets from her man. It’s why I haven’t told her all of the details about growing up with our sperm donor. That’s how I’ve taken to thinking about our father. He’s nothing more than a man who donated sperm to create Kim and me.
Killer ended up taking me back to his house that night. When we got there, he made us dinner and told me to explore the house after showing me where my room and belongings were. He’s got a gorgeous two-story home not far from the clubhouse. It sits back in the woods so it’s not noticeable from the road. If you didn’t know where you were going, you’d honestly miss it completely.
I parked my car outside of his four-bay garage while he rode his bike inside. When the door was open, I could make out at least two more bikes, a car, and a truck parked inside the massive building. He seems to have a thing for vehicles and bikes. Though, his love of bikes isn’t shocking in the least. Every single member of the club loves bikes and the freedom they feel riding on them. It’s something I’ll never experience.
Walking in the front door, there’s a living room with sliding doors facing the hallway on the right side. To the left sits a regular door that’s closed. Killer told me it’s his office and I’m not allowed in there. No one is. Walking further into the home, we pass a set of stairs heading for a large kitchen. All the appliances are stainless steel, and it looks virtually untouched. I love the space and openness of the room. Especially all of the windows letting you see the beauty of the nature surrounding you.
Killer points out the laundry room off the right of the kitchen along with a small hall leading to a game room and bathroom downstairs. While he remains in the kitchen, I make my way back upstairs. There are several doors filling the hallway. Three on the right with two on the left and one at the very end of the hallway. My room is the last one on the left. It’s huge. I have a walk-in closet, large bedroom, and my own bathroom. In the bathroom, I have a whirlpool tub with a separate shower. The shower alone is big enough to hold several people comfortably.
After exploring my room and seeing all of my things placed around the room, I venture out and hesitate outside of Killer’s room. The rest of the house is bare. There aren’t any personal touches in any room I’ve been in so far. The living room literally has a large wraparound sofa, one recliner, two tables at the ends of the couch, and a giant TV mounted on the wall. There is nothing else in the room. No pictures fill the wall space or anything so I can get a glimpse of who Killer is when he’s not in full-on biker mode.
My hand is just about on the doorknob of his room when I hear him walking up the steps. Quickly I rush back into my room and softly shut the door behind me. My heart is pounding as it races while trying to leap out of my chest. I can’t seem to catch my breath as I hear him laughing in the hallway. I’m not sure why he’s laughing but now isn’t the time to find out. On shaky legs, I make my way to my bed and sit down so I can calm down a little bit.
“Sparrow, dinner will be ready in about a half hour,” Killer says loud enough to penetrate the door.
“Okay,” I call back.
Standing up, I grab my pajamas and make my way into the bathroom. Taking a quick shower to rid myself of the day, I get out and dress in a cami with sleep pants. They’re a soft pink and my favorite set. The material is so soft and warm even though my arms and chest are exposed. Since I’m not going anywhere the rest of the night, there’s no reason to dress back in jeans or anything else.
Dinner was an experience to say the least. Killer kept looking at me with hard eyes. He wanted to say something but remained quiet. I’m not sure what his problem is tonight. If he doesn’t want me here, he shouldn’t have moved my things in without asking me about it in the first place.