Baby Daddy Bad Boys by Harper Riley

Author:Harper Riley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bad boy, bad boy romance, contemporary, contemporary romance, alpha male, alpha male romance, alpha, alpha romance, steamy, steamy romance, sizzling, sizzling romance, funny romance, romantic comedy, best romance, hot romance, billionaire, billionaire romance, new adult, new adult romance, romantic, romantic holidays, romance book, romance story, romance, biker, biker romance, alpha male biker, alpha male bad boy, alpha biker, alpha bad boy, MC romance, MC club, MC bad boy, MC alpha, old lady, motorcycle club, motorcycle club roman
Publisher: Harper Riley
Published: 2018-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22 - Torrie

As soon as I’m down the block and around the corner, the tears come.

I wipe them away angrily.

God, why do I have to be such a fool?

That look in Gavin’s eyes, I know that look. It’s the one I’m feeling too.

That I don’t want to spend just breakfast with him. I want to spend the whole day with him and the day after that too. I want weeks by his side.

The thought terrifies me, as do the possibilities of its opposite. What if he knows? What if he’s just toying with me, trying to use me for all I’m worth, trying to mess with the Piccolos through me, trying to ruin all of us? What if he knows?

My phone rings. It’s him. Gavin.

I don’t answer.

If he doesn’t know, then it’s not me he cares for, anyway. It’s the woman he met in that bar – the devil-may-care seductress who doesn’t have family baggage dating back three generations, who isn’t in charge of his competitor’s business. Who hasn’t been lying to him for weeks.

I turn off my phone.

I can’t do this. Not now, maybe not ever.

By the time I get to a bus stop, the man with the low-brimmed hat has been walking behind me for four blocks.

When he stops a few feet away from me, I hail a taxi.

Maybe my brother’s having me followed. Maybe he knows already, just needs proof, a nice photo to inspire the others to turn on me.

For the taxi ride, my phone stays off, but my thoughts won’t shut up: What’s Gavin doing now? Exploring his latest conquest, checking out our old office – touching the same door handle I touched, yet unaware of it? Is he thinking of me, is he missing me already, does he want me now, there, beside him?

I want him.

“Can you turn on some music?” I ask the long-haired cabbie.

He obliges with some good old “Uptown Funk,” the song that was playing when Gavin and I met. Me and my albino on shining motorcycle.

I check my phone.

There’s two missed calls from Gavin, and a text from Carlos: Where are you?

The taxi pulls up to my house slowly enough. I pay him, get out and throw my coat over my head, run in.

This is getting too risky. I can’t keep doing this, and yet, I can’t stop.

Inside, I shut the door as quietly as I can. Immediately, Carlos is there.

“Again,” is all he says.

I unzip my boots, not bothering to dignify that with a response.

“The men are getting restless,” he says.

“We’ll find a place,” I say.

“I’ve got something to show you,” he says, “Something to do with the Rebel Saints.”

“Later,” I say, turning away and running up the stairs.

I don’t want Carlos to see me cry.

I fall asleep to a tear-stained pillow and muffled sobs. I awake to night.

I inhale, then exhale.

It’s not a new day, but it can be if I make it. What do I want to do today?

I stand up, sashay to my mirror. Smile.

I want something new.

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