Because You're Mine

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Spider

What the fuck had just happened?

Never in all the time since he started to notice women had he met one who knocked him on his ass at first sight, leaving him almost speechless.

When Wrath had asked her to stand he had not expected the woman who slowly rose and turned to look at him. Glossy dark hair streaked with gold surrounded a pretty face with the most stunning green eyes he had ever seen. They were exotic and slightly slanted, surrounded by thick dark lashes and dark curved brows. Everything about her was arresting, from her high cheekbones, straight nose and widish mouth to her full puffy lips. She had blinked slowly as she looked up at him and he instantly had the urge to bite into that puffy bottom lip.

Everything about her had thrown him. He had been expecting a boringly plain woman, not the siren dressed in a black SWMC hoody. A piece of clothing that was obviously that of a club brother and not something a club supporter would wear. Who the fuck had given her the damned thing? Was she the woman of one of the brothers and why hadn’t that come up when he interviewed her? Why would the SWMC allow her to come to Cape Town to work for another club? None of it made sense and he couldn’t give the puzzle his full attention.

He had to concentrate on the present, on the bad weather and on getting Ingrid safely back to the Maingarde building.

But of course the intrusive thoughts wouldn’t let him go.

What the hell was this gut reaction to a woman he had only just met? A woman he had purposely been rude to, trying to create distance between them.

His heart banged wildly in his chest as he helped Ingrid into the Jeep then slammed the door shut. Walking around the hood he climbed in, started it and drove out of the compound, not saying a word to the woman by his side. A woman who he had fucked not even two hours ago but it felt as if it had been a lifetime ago. The glow of good sex was gone and all he now felt was the need to drop her off and get back to the clubhouse.

He made an instant decision, he would stay in his room tonight.

“I didn’t know Nessa was the woman you employed to take care of Rush.” Ingrid said over the sound of the engine and wind that jerked at the vehicle.

He almost, almost asked her why he would tell her shit about his private life.

“I didn’t think it was necessary to mention it as you’re not in my son’s life.”

It was harsh but then it was also the truth.

It wasn’t like she was his woman or that he had plans to make her such.

They were fucking, having fun, nothing more.

It’s what they had both agreed to from the start. It was easier, no strings, no ties once they were done and she went home.

His life was here, with his son and his club. Hers was in the UK and the States with her rock star dad, working towards her dream job as manager of the band.

To be totally honest he was becoming bored with her, bored with listening to her talk about herself and her job.

They both known exactly what this was, fun, nothing else.

He’d thought she would visit with Niki when he wasn’t around and they’d only see each other when they felt like fucking.

It started off like that but hadn’t stayed that way. She was starting to expect more from him. As if they were in a relationship, which they weren’t. Like questioning him about Vanessa Monroe when it had nothing to do with her.

Over the last week he had noticed that she had become more demanding of his time, wanting him to drop everything and focus on her when she called. Usually when he chose a woman to spend time with he made sure they had a life outside of fucking him. He didn’t want to be her sole focus. He liked their lives to be different enough to never impact his. It was selfish but it was how he preferred to run his sex life and what he needed from a woman.

He had watched his brother and cousin get dragged down by women who supposedly loved them, only to turn around and destroy them with their hidden agendas. A long time ago he’d made a vow it wasn’t going to happen to him. His vow had already been compromised by Kristen Rutherford.

And now his gut was telling him Ingrid had an agenda as well.

What it was he didn’t know, but it made his gut crawl, and he always listened to his gut.

He didn’t hesitate as he made a decision.

“I won’t be staying over tonight. I’ll drop you and get back to the clubhouse. I have a shitload of work I have to get done before tomorrow.”

Her head snapped his way and he felt her eyes boring into the side of his head. He ignored it. She wasn’t his old lady or his girlfriend, she had no say over what he did or didn’t do.

“I thought you were going to stay over.” Her voice was almost, but not quite, whiney. “Earlier you said you weren’t finished with me.”

Fuck. There was definitely something going on with her.

“I won’t be staying tonight and I won’t be over for the next few nights either. I have club business to take care of as well as preparing for my court case.” He ran out the excuse and it felt right.

He realised he had been spending too much time with her and it has given her ideas. Ideas he didn’t want her to have. Relationship type ideas.

He had to cut this shit off and the sooner the better.

“I’ll call when I have some free time but it’s not looking good for the next few days.” He threw her a quick look. “We’ve had fun but you’re leaving soon, why don’t you use your last two weeks in Cape Town to hang with Niki? She misses having all her friends close.”

Urging her to spend the last two weeks of her holiday with Niki hopefully showed her he wasn’t available in the way she wanted him to be.

Her mouth opened and closed but she didn’t say anything and then she finally looked away and out the side window.

“Maybe that’s what I’ll do.” Her voice told him she was pissed at him.

Good. He pushed even harder.

“Great. She’d like that. I’m going to be very busy with work, the club and my case and won’t have time to hang out with you. Finding time to do like we’ve been doing is going to be impossible. I’ll call if I can manage it but it’s not looking good.”

Fuck, that was cold, he never did shit like this but he had to make it clear to her. All they had between them was sex, not the start of a relationship.

Sex, nothing more.

He was suddenly relieved Ingrid’s flight was booked and that she would be gone in the next two weeks. She was a fantastic bed partner, enthusiastic and up for anything but that was it. Besides the sex he felt no connection to her. And to be totally honest, she was young and their lives were vastly different. They didn’t have a single thing in common.

Their time together was running out and he was actually looking forward to it ending.

Pulling into the underground parking garage he got out and helped her down then walked her to the elevators. He rode up with her to ensure she got safely into her apartment. When he had her safely inside he gave her a hug, kissed her forehead then left without looking back.

The slamming of her door made him wince but he pushed the button to summon the elevator. It was better this way, she would see him as a giant dick and it would end the crush she had on him.

Riding down his mind was already on the work he had to get done for the coming week. He had discussions with Joan coming up regarding their case. On top of that it was time to start prepping for the next shipment to Savannah and that had his brain fully engaged.

And as shitty as it was he forgot about her almost instantly.