me...for his woman. It also meant something to me, which was why I shouted, “Free coffee and cupcakes all round.”
Later that afternoon, I dragged Fox back into my office and told him about the notes I had received. I’d completely forgotten about them after the more recent, scarier events. I explained that I had thought it was my cousin playing pranks on me. I mentioned that we should call the police. He pulled me close and gripped me tightly. As he rested his forehead against mine, he whispered, “Do you trust me, Ivy?” I nodded. “No cops just yet. If something doesn’t happen soon, we’ll call them. Until then, let me and my brothers deal with it. Can you do that for me?”
Everything, but my heart, told me that this was wrong. That the police should have been called as soon as it happened. But, and that but had a huge capital b, my man, the man I wanted in my life for a very long time, he followed a path of what someone could call, different laws. The question was, now that I was with this man, was I prepared to live my life like his when it came to something like this?
Licking my dry lips, I answered, “Yes, but, Fox...if it doesn’t work out, if you and your brothers can’t find him, we will call the police, right?”
“Yeah, cupcake. Two weeks, that’s all I’m asking for.”
I smiled. “I can do that.”
Chapter Seven
A s the week passed, my mood and days were similar to a vomit-inducing roller coaster. One second I’d be smiling, and that, of course, was because I was thinking of Fox and my new found friends. That was until I’d remember that I was being followed by some weirdo, and then my mood would fall into the despair. Not only because I was worried for my safety, but because of everything Fox was doing to keep me safe, not only him either, but his biker brothers and also their women. If Fox couldn’t be with me, one of his brothers were, even overnight. Though, I noticed it was either a brother who was married or in a relationship.
Fox arranged for his brothers to install a security system in my house and workplace. He told me there was no way in hell this fuckhead would drive me off from the places I called home. Relief had filled me when he’d made that statement. Glad didn’t even begin to cover it, so instead, I showed him by giving him the best head-job I had ever given.
Despite my week of anxiety, time didn’t stand still and Friday soon arrived, the day before the wedding. Fox had pretty much demanded that we shouldn’t attend it. I told him that I had to or hell would rain down upon us. He said he could take it, but I highly doubted it, not when the hell would come from my mother. In the end he gave in...okay it was only after I got him all sweet when I jumped his bones and he came hard.
I learnt that sex did wonders for my biker man and helped me get what I wanted. Even though I was more than happy to please him in bed, the getting my own way made it that much sweeter. Plus the multiple orgasms from both parties helped. The funny thing was, he knew exactly what my motive was, and he played along with it, smirking at me. I was also learning that I couldn’t fool my man.
Helen came in Monday afternoon and yelled at me, asking why I hadn’t called her to inform her of everything. I told her I was a little distracted and occupied, but that my man and his men were dealing with it all. She sighed and mumbled with a blush to her cheeks that she knew. Stoke had taken it upon himself to go to her work and introduce himself. He’d then filled her in on everything that happened. Yes, even the part that Fox and I have had sex. Then he asked her out. She agreed. I laughed. She glared. We cried, yelled and then we got over it together. From then on, she also called in everyday and rang every night. I never felt more suffocated in my life, but I didn’t mind. In fact, it all warmed my heart.
My café had gained more customers over the week. Apparently, Stoke had spread the
Later that afternoon, I dragged Fox back into my office and told him about the notes I had received. I’d completely forgotten about them after the more recent, scarier events. I explained that I had thought it was my cousin playing pranks on me. I mentioned that we should call the police. He pulled me close and gripped me tightly. As he rested his forehead against mine, he whispered, “Do you trust me, Ivy?” I nodded. “No cops just yet. If something doesn’t happen soon, we’ll call them. Until then, let me and my brothers deal with it. Can you do that for me?”
Everything, but my heart, told me that this was wrong. That the police should have been called as soon as it happened. But, and that but had a huge capital b, my man, the man I wanted in my life for a very long time, he followed a path of what someone could call, different laws. The question was, now that I was with this man, was I prepared to live my life like his when it came to something like this?
Licking my dry lips, I answered, “Yes, but, Fox...if it doesn’t work out, if you and your brothers can’t find him, we will call the police, right?”
“Yeah, cupcake. Two weeks, that’s all I’m asking for.”
I smiled. “I can do that.”
Chapter Seven
A s the week passed, my mood and days were similar to a vomit-inducing roller coaster. One second I’d be smiling, and that, of course, was because I was thinking of Fox and my new found friends. That was until I’d remember that I was being followed by some weirdo, and then my mood would fall into the despair. Not only because I was worried for my safety, but because of everything Fox was doing to keep me safe, not only him either, but his biker brothers and also their women. If Fox couldn’t be with me, one of his brothers were, even overnight. Though, I noticed it was either a brother who was married or in a relationship.
Fox arranged for his brothers to install a security system in my house and workplace. He told me there was no way in hell this fuckhead would drive me off from the places I called home. Relief had filled me when he’d made that statement. Glad didn’t even begin to cover it, so instead, I showed him by giving him the best head-job I had ever given.
Despite my week of anxiety, time didn’t stand still and Friday soon arrived, the day before the wedding. Fox had pretty much demanded that we shouldn’t attend it. I told him that I had to or hell would rain down upon us. He said he could take it, but I highly doubted it, not when the hell would come from my mother. In the end he gave in...okay it was only after I got him all sweet when I jumped his bones and he came hard.
I learnt that sex did wonders for my biker man and helped me get what I wanted. Even though I was more than happy to please him in bed, the getting my own way made it that much sweeter. Plus the multiple orgasms from both parties helped. The funny thing was, he knew exactly what my motive was, and he played along with it, smirking at me. I was also learning that I couldn’t fool my man.
Helen came in Monday afternoon and yelled at me, asking why I hadn’t called her to inform her of everything. I told her I was a little distracted and occupied, but that my man and his men were dealing with it all. She sighed and mumbled with a blush to her cheeks that she knew. Stoke had taken it upon himself to go to her work and introduce himself. He’d then filled her in on everything that happened. Yes, even the part that Fox and I have had sex. Then he asked her out. She agreed. I laughed. She glared. We cried, yelled and then we got over it together. From then on, she also called in everyday and rang every night. I never felt more suffocated in my life, but I didn’t mind. In fact, it all warmed my heart.
My café had gained more customers over the week. Apparently, Stoke had spread the
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