by K E Osborn
“Yeah, Boss,” Angel says and I nod.
“Right, well make sure Thor is up to speed on all Papi’s clients and brief him in on their needs etcetera. I don’t want to lose any clients because of this fuck up,” I say and she nods.
“Now Sheila, you okay to handle public relations on your own till Star’s back on her feet?”
“Yeah Boss, I got this. Don’t worry, we’re all pulling together to make this work,” she says and I exhale and nod.
“This is fucking bullshit. She was a mess,” I say to no-one in particular. They both nod and Sheila wipes a tear from her cheek. “Right, well, I can’t be here right now. I’m too pissed off. I’m going out and if you need me call me, okay? I’ll be back tomorrow at the normal time.” I walk back to my office to collect my things and move back out to the foyer. Angel is on the phone while Sheila is running through the list of meetings for the rest of the night.
“Don’t worry, Boss. I got this,” Sheila states and I exhale. I know Sheila’s drive and determination and I know she won’t let me down.
“Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I start the walk out to my Stingray and drive straight to Amor. It’s only one a.m. but I need to get out of here and go to another one of my sanctuaries and home just doesn’t feel like the right place to wallow right now. So Amor it is. It gives me two hours to relax and have a couple of drinks before Rock shows up. I might ask him if he knows anything about the hit on Star. It might even be his MC that was behind it.
I fucking hope not!
What if it was him who beat her up? I make a mental note to check his knuckles when he arrives.
I walk inside the bar and as usual there’s no one here. I wonder why the hell they keep it open, when night after night Rock and I are pretty much their only source of income and we normally only have one drink each. So, fuck knows how they’re staying afloat?
I order my usual and sit at the bar playing with my phone. I’m waiting for Papi to call me with the damage. Hopefully, she’s just bruised and there’s nothing too seriously wrong with her. I sigh and rest my elbows on the bar and then put my head in my hands.
How the fuck could something like this happen?
What the hell has Papi gotten himself into that would cause his partner to be beaten to a bloody pulp? And why the fuck is he getting involved with bikers? That’s just asking for trouble… trouble I don’t want or need. Trouble my business doesn’t need.
I take a sip of my Cosmo and play on my phone. I don’t have Facebook or Twitter or anything like that, I just like to play with apps and there’s this friendship game I always play with Angel. I take my turn and wait for her to respond. I know she probably won’t because technically she’s still working, but I don’t mind her taking a moment away from the reception desk because I know how chaotic it can be. I swipe through the photographs on my phone when Papi’s caller ID shows up. I swipe the screen and exhale waiting for the news.
“Hey Papi, what’s the damage?”
He sniffs and clears his throat. “She’s got pretty bad bruising everywhere, but nothing is broken. She’s going to be fine, just sore for a few weeks,” he says and I exhale in relief.
“How long is a few weeks?”
He clears his throat again and pauses. I know I’m not going to like this. “Anywhere from three to five weeks for all the swelling to go down and bruising to disperse,” he says and I exhale forcefully.
“Okay, well do you want the time off to be with her?” I ask running my hand through my hair.
“I’ll take the first three weeks and then after that I’ll come back. I don’t wanna hurt the business any more than I already have.”
I swallow hard. “Okay, well keep me posted and when she wakes up let me know. Is she staying in hospital?”
“No, they’re going to release her tomorrow morning if she wakes up fully conscious and alert. She’s awake now, but still a little groggy.”
“Okay, thanks for calling, Papi.”
“No worries, Boss. And Boss?”
“Yeah, Papi?”
“I’m so sorry. This won’t happen again.”
“It better fucking not,” I reply sternly.
“It won’t. I promise.”
I hear Star in the background, “Carlos, what happened?”
“I’m right here, baby. Boss, I gotta go,” he says and then hangs up the phone.
I exhale and close my eyes tight. It was good to hear her talking. I’d forgotten Papi’s name was Carlos. Doesn’t matter, I’ll forget it again by tomorrow.
I put my mobile back in my bag and take my drink and head over to the booth, it’s way comfier than the barstools. I take my seat and lean against the soft back of the booth and close my eyes. I listen to the soothing music and just let my body relax and my mind drift. I know I must look like a weirdo sitting in a booth alone with my eyes closed, but I really don’t give a fuck. I’m relaxing and this is my way to do it. People can judge me all they want, it’s no skin off my nose.
I sit here for what only seems like a few minutes, maybe thirty at most when I hear the unmistakable roar of a Harley. I open my eyes and look out the window to see Rock climbing off his bike and removing his helmet. I smile instantly and look down at my watch. Three a.m. Wow, that couple of hours went by quickly!
I take in a soothing breath realising that I feel a little giddy as butterflies flutter around inside my stomach. I slide out of the booth and start walking toward the bar to meet him when he walks in. He notices me through the window and smiles brightly. I sit down on a stool at the bar and he walks across and sits down next to me.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he says, which immediately puts a smile on my face.
“Yeah, fancy that,” I reply with less enthusiasm than I had intended.
He furrows his brows looking at me with a frown. “What’s up?” he asks looking at the bartender and nodding his head.
“Well, I had some trouble at work today. I was actually hoping you might be able to shed some light on it?” I ask and he raises his eyebrow and half-smiles.
“I’ll help however I can.”
I nod and take a deep breath. “Right, well an employee at work today was bashed to within an inch of her life.”
His eyes widen and his mouth opens slightly. “Fuck, that’s horrible. Is she okay?” he asks resting his hand on my arm in support.
I move my hand on top of his. “Yeah, she’s okay, a little bruised and sore, but she’ll make a full recovery.”
“How can I help?” he asks and I swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat. I don’t want to piss him off, but I need to ask.
“Okay, so we think it might be biker related. Have you heard anything at your club or another club about who might be responsible? Or are you able to ask around for me?”
He frowns and furrows his brows. “I’m sorry I can’t help, baby. I’m honestly not in an MC, I just led you to believe it. Did you call the police?”
“No, her boyfriend wanted to handle it. He doesn’t want the cops involved, especially if it is the bikers. You sure you haven’t heard anything? I know we don’t know each other that well. Well, hardly at all, but I’d like to think I’ve earned enough of your trust to let me know if you knew something… anything?”
He frowns and his nostrils flare. “I swear I don’t know anything, and I promise I’d tell you if I did,” he replies rubbing his thumb along my skin, which in turn sets me on fire.
“Okay, well, sorry. I had to ask.”
“I regret your friend got hurt. That must be really hard for you.”
“You have no idea how much it hurts me,” I say, meaning not only because I never want to see Star hurt, but also financially. Her being out of action, not to mention Papi as well, well that could open up a whole new kind of hurt. A hurt I’m not really prepared for.
“I’m sorry, is there anything I can do?”
“Yeah, buy me a shot of something and have one with me.”
“Okay, on
e shot, but that’s all I can have. I have to keep to your standards of one drink before driving.” He smirks and I roll my eyes. “What do you feel like?”
I raise my eyebrows and smile. “A Screaming Orgasm,” I joke and he laughs out loud raising his eyebrows.
“Okay, a screaming orgasm I can do. I’m very good at creating those,” he says with a smirk.
“The drink variety, cowboy,” I say and he smiles brightly.
“I don’t think that’s a shot, it’s more of a cocktail but we can make it work,” he says and I start to laugh for the first time in hours. He orders our drinks and we sit in our booth by the dance floor.
“So, besides your shit day at work, how are you?”
I want to say I’m angry, I’m tired and I’m horny as fuck being around you but, of course, I don’t.
“I’m okay. I spent all day looking forward to this moment and for us to have a dance together. These little visits are the highlight of my day.”
He raises his eyebrows and smiles brightly which only makes the flecks of gold in his green eye, and the grey in his blue, sparkle in the dim light. I clench my thighs together as my ache for him becomes more apparent.
“The highlight of your day, eh? Well, that’s setting a pretty high standard. What if I can’t keep living up to it?”
“Well then, I guess, I’ll trade you in for a fellow biker,” I joke and he chuckles and shakes his head.
“You really don’t believe I’m not a biker do you?”
I shrug. “Guess I’ll find out sooner or later?”
“You wanna know some details?” he asks raising an eyebrow.
I think for a second and then shake my head. “No not yet, maybe next week.”
He smiles and nods as the bartender brings over our Screaming Orgasms. I laugh when he places them in front of us.
“Two Screaming Orgasms,” the bartender says with a slight smirk.
“Yes please,” Rock and I both say in unison making us all laugh. I take a sip of my cocktail as the bartender walks off.
“You know all this dirty talk is making me wonder,” he says, I look up at him through my lashes. “I think you know how badly I want to get to know you? How badly I want to know your name, but do you know how badly I wanna be inside you?” he asks just as I take a sip of my drink. I cough and splutter in shock at his forwardness. I look at him wide eyed as he watches me intensely.
I don’t know what to say. “Rock, I ah…”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to know how much I want you, TVW, and I know we’re doing this… whatever this is at a snail’s pace. But I want you to know that all the electricity surging between us, the heat I feel every time I touch you, the intense feeling I get when I look at you, it all leads to one thing… the fact that I want you! I’m willing to wait. I know you’ve had a bad day and you’re struggling with your demons whatever they are. But when you’re ready, I’m going to take you home and give you a real screaming orgasm. I promise.”
I swallow hard. His admission has just made me want him even more than I thought was humanly possible. My clit is throbbing so hard I want to touch myself to ease the pressure. My heart is racing and those butterflies he was talking about have suddenly appeared ravishing my stomach from the inside. Not to mention the sexual energy surging between us is so palpable you could cut it with a knife.
“Rock—”
“Don’t say anything. Just dance with me?” he interrupts standing from the table and placing his hand out.
I’m never speechless. Nothing fazes me, but Rock’s admission has thrown me for a six. I know he likes me, that is obvious, but to know he’s having the same indecent thoughts I’m having, well it makes these night time visits even more confusing.
A man wants me.
This man wants me.
It’s not like other guys haven’t admitted their desire to fuck me, but never once have I returned that desire, since Danny. But this time with Rock, the desire is strong, so strong, it’s palpable and I can’t think straight. I take his hand and he leads me out to the dance floor. I’m nervous. I’m actually fucking nervous. He pulls my arms up around his neck and places his hands on my hips. I move closer wanting his body against mine. He moves in so every inch of us is touching, he rests his forehead against mine and I can feel his heart hammering through his chest against mine. I’m sure he can feel mine as well while we move slowly to the music.
“What’s your name?” he asks tilting his head slightly.
I swallow hard and shake my head closing my eyes. “Rock,” I whisper, our lips so close they’re almost touching.
“Yeah?” he whispers back.
I open my eyes and he’s staring into them deeply. I pause and then find the courage to speak, “I want you too,” I murmur and he smiles brightly and I notice his lips part and he licks his bottom lip. Then suddenly his soft lips are on mine forcefully. I kiss him back breaking my no kissing rule. I have taken that step now and I can’t go back. I kiss him eagerly and my hands run through his hair. I open my mouth to let his tongue in and he massages mine so tenderly. My heart is pounding while I kiss him passionately, our tongues working in unison together as one. I’m so happy, I never knew kissing someone could feel so good, so right, and he’s such a good kisser it’s making my knees go weak. His hands leave my hips and run through my hair pulling me against him harder. Our bodies moulding together as his hands caress the sides of my face. His kiss is dominant and powerful and I love that feeling.
Feeling? – Am I feeling again?
I haven’t felt anything in five years and the emotion weighs down on me heavily. I kiss him so feverishly it’s making my lips hurt while my hands pull him into me even further. He backs me up against a beam and he moves his body hard against mine. I can feel everything, including his cock becoming hard in his pants. My breathing is fast and frantic. I haven’t been kissed like this for as long as I can remember and I absolutely love it. I love the way he’s making me feel.
I feel wanted.
I feel desired.
I feel energised.
My hands move to his back pulling him into me harder. I want to feel his cock against me. I want to feel how much he desires me. His hand moves from the side of my face down my side, stopping at my hip. He pulls my waist forward so I grind into his hard cock and it makes me giggle slightly. He eases the kiss and the fever comes down a notch or two as he pulls his lips away and rests his forehead against mine. I look into his multi-coloured eyes that are filled with so much lust that I’m sure he might explode on the spot if I moved my hips in just the right way. He leans in, kissing me quickly again and then pulls back, his body still pressed firmly against mine.
We’re both breathing erratically and my heart is still hammering hard.
He looks at me and exhales. “What’s your name?”
I smile and shake my head. “The Violet Widow,” I reply and he frowns.
Suddenly I remember why I am The Violet Widow.
Danny.
Oh God!
I have completely betrayed him.
I was kissing someone and he didn’t even enter my mind. Not once. I feel like I want to be sick. My eyes well with tears, but I know I won’t cry.
I feel horrendous.
I cheated on Danny.
My husband.
I’m a terrible person.
Rock looks at me creasing his eyebrows. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks as I look away. I can’t look at him right now, if I do then I will crumble and want to kiss him again.
“I have to go,” I say and push him away from me.
He doesn’t budge, his frame is strong and someone as tiny as me couldn’t budge him if I tried.
“Hey, talk to me. Why are you freaking out?” he asks, pulling my face up to look at him.
I avoid eye contact as my stomach lurches.
Oh God, Danny.
“I can’t, just please let me go,” I say and push past him walking
off.
He grabs my arm and swings me back around to face him. “Don’t run,” he begs and then leans in and kisses me again.
I pull back and slap him hard across his face. He stumbles and lets me go, staring at me with furrowed brows and an open mouth.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you. I just… I have to go,” I stutter out and stumble toward the door.
“Please don’t run from me again. You promised you wouldn’t,” he calls out and I pause at the door taking a deep breath. I close my eyes and push the door open. I open them back up and rush to my car, frantically trying to get the keys from my bag. I hear the door of Amor open and I don’t look back, but I run faster to the car door. “Please talk to me,” he calls out and I hear his footsteps running toward me. I swallow hard and get in the car and close the door locking it. He stops at my passenger window and rests his open palm on the glass. My breathing is rushed and I really want to cry, it’s the most I’ve ever wanted to cry in the last five years. But I don’t.
I look at Rock’s concerned face and I turn on the ignition while he shakes his head and backs away from the car, raising his hands up in the air in frustration. Guilt floods my veins as I pull away from the curb and drive as fast as I can home.
To be with my husband.
The man I’m married to.
The only man I should have ever kissed.
My heart is pounding hard and fast, it feels like a freight train is pummelling through me because I’m shaking so much. I open the front door to my house and walk in turning off the porch light as I go. I close the door, lock it and walk straight to my bedroom. I feel dizzy and light headed. I throw my bag onto the floor and walk straight over to the chest of drawers and open the jewellery box on top. I pull out Danny’s wedding ring and place it on my thumb. The instant I have him near me… I feel calmer… I feel at peace.
My breathing settles down and the freight train is only coasting through me now. I walk to the edge of the bed and take off my clothes. I slide into the silk sheets and lay on my back staring at the ceiling. My lips are sore. I run my finger along my bottom lip remembering Rock’s passionate kiss. His soft lips on mine, making me want him even more. I close my eyes tight and try to rid Rock from my memory.
