Chapter Ten
Fallon
My apartment is a shit hole. Which isn’t much different to how it usually looks, but right now it's extra bad.
When I had the call from Tommy asking us to all come down to his house in the Cotswolds, I packed my bags so fast, flinging articles of clothing in every which way, as fast as I possibly could.
I needed to escape from this mundane life I'm living, and visiting his beautiful mini mansion in the rolling fields of Broadway seemed like an excellent idea.
Well, until that dick head popped up and attacked Maya and Gracie.
Don’t get me wrong, I read dark romance books like they're my oxygen, but this guy won't take the fucking hint. She is in love with my brother, not him. I always knew there was something dodgy as fuck about her ex, but Jesus, he won't bugger off.
And now I'm back here, alone, and having to tidy up the mess in my apartment… that I made. Urg, why is adulting such a fucking chore? I swear, when shit goes down, I still look out for the more adulty adult in the room.
To make matters worse, I can't get that sexy doctor out of my head. Not only is he sexy. He is kind, compassionate, alluring and bloody good in the bedroom. And don’t even get me started on the tattoos.
Holy fucking lord, that man is another level of gorgeousness.
I was so, so close to giving in at the hospital.
I must have the willpower of a saint, which isn’t the norm for me.
I am one hundred per cent certain I have undiagnosed ADHD.
I spend most of my evenings scrolling through TikTok, convincing myself even more.
But he is different.
Why am I so enthralled by him? I have slept with men just as beautiful, yet he is the one I can’t get out of my messed-up little brain.
I might just give in and fuck him out of my system.
That should work, right? I don’t want to hurt him if he falls for me, and I can't fall back. He isn’t the problem, I am.
And now, I'm in an even worse mood. Stomping around my bedroom, I put on an early 2000s playlist and make a start on putting away my ‘floordrobe’, when my phone vibrates.
Unknown – Roses are red, watches are gold. Be ready for our date and do as you're told. I'll pick you up in an hour. Luke x
I snort with a laugh. How the hell did he get my number?
I don’t know if I should feel freaked out or impressed.
I guess he isn’t going to give up so easily after all.
I stare at the message, reading it over and over again.
Do I ignore him? He can’t turn up when he doesn’t know where I live, unless someone told him my address, too.
I start to reply with a snarky remark, giggling to myself some more, then stop. A heavy feeling deep in my gut is telling me to do the opposite. To just give him a chance. To give myself a chance. Before I can think better of it, I delete the message and retype a new one.
Fallon – What should I wear?
Luke – Your birthday suit will do.
Fallon – …
Luke – It’s an active date, wear something comfortable.
Well, it looks like I'm going out on a date with him. But what the fuck is in active date? I guess I'm making a floordrobe all over again.
Exactly one hour later, I’m sitting on the steps outside of my apartment when a car pulls up close by.
I'm just about to stand when the door opens, and a cute, older man steps out of the car. Definitely not Luke. It’s a good job I didn’t go straight over to the passenger's side and get in like I was planning to. That would have been embarrassing.
Just as the man is out of sight, a rumbling noise comes from the end of the street, slowing as it gets closer to me. A large and shiny black motorcycle pulls to a stop right in front of me.
Oh, hell no.
My blonde curls and the fresh air whipping through them at god knows how many miles an hour will not mix well. I didn’t rush to look this bloody good for nothing.
But the moment he removes his helmet, my breath leaves me.
I look at that beautiful face of his, and all thoughts of my hair disappear.
It should be illegal to look that fucking good.
His usually perfect hair is tousled as he runs his fingers through it.
He's dressed in a black t-shirt, cargo pants and a leather jacket.
I think my vagina is going to fall off any second just from looking at him.
To make matters even worse, he gives me the world's most cockiest smile.
“Look at you, being a good girl waiting for me,” he says.
Fuck me now.
Right here, on the steps.
I subtly swipe at my mouth because I'm pretty sure I'm drooling. Even God couldn’t blame me for how sinfully good the man in front of me looks.
“Well, you were late,” I say, rolling my eyes as I walk closer to him.
All he does is raise a brow in response.
“So, I have to get on the back of that thing?” I ask, staring pointedly at the bike.
“Yep. You're not scared, are you?” he taunts.
“Me? Scared? Never,” I say playfully.
Lifting his seat, he brings out another helmet. But before I get the chance to take it from him, he scoops my wild hair behind my ears and glides it over my head.
“Do I want to know how many women have worn this?” I ask breathlessly, pointing to my head.
“Just the one,” he winks, smiling as though he knows a secret. “I bought it this afternoon.”
“Oh,” is all I can manage to say.
He went out of his way to buy me a helmet, before I'd even agreed to the date?
“Come on,” he says, lifting a leg over his bike and indicating behind him. “Wrap your arms around me.”
I do as I'm told. Again. Luke is making me feel as though I have a submission kink right now, and I don’t hate it.
Just a few seconds pass before he starts the engine again, the growl of the bike vibrating between my legs.
If I wasn’t turned on before, I definitely am now.
He peels away from the curb faster than I anticipated, making me grip onto him even tighter.
His chest rumbles with what I assume is laughter. The fucker.
I'm not a bucket list kind of girl, but I've never been on a motorbike before and have always wanted to. The feeling of speed rushing past us as we zip through the streets of Bewdley is unexplainable. It’s kind of like being free.
No one can see me, not really. Whenever you see someone pass by on a bike like this, you look, but forget all about them a second later.
And the thought excites me. A genuine smile graces my face as I gently tip my head back to look up to the darkening sky.
We pass through the high street and go past the old road that leads to Maya's empty cabin.
I have no clue where we're heading, but I'm so happy I couldn’t care less. If I weren’t so scared, I'd have my hands in the air to feel the wind passing through my fingers.
But I'm not loving it that much to risk my life.
As if hearing my thoughts, he turns his head and shouts over his shoulder.
“Hold on tight.”
Then we’re on the open road, his hand gripping the throttle, and we’re flying.