Page 47 of Biker's Baby Girl

“Sonia, to what do I owe this displeasure?” I knew how this shit was gonna play out, like a fucking soap opera, like I had time for bullshit. She came farther into the room and tried to close the door.

“Leave it open, my woman’s out there I don’t want her getting the wrong idea.” If this little impromptu meeting hurt her in anyway I’m gonna drop this bitch out a window on her damn head. I’m not sure who’d told her about babygirl, most likely it was one of the sheep. Fucking females and their shit.

Granted Sonia was a different breed. She was one of those high-class pussies that think her shit’s lined with gold, and all men should worship at her feet. The type that likes a little wild under her belt before settling down with some limp dick asshole who’d let her run him.

I’d fucked her once months ago and probably would’ve gone back for seconds had she not played the role. Apparently she hadn’t been banking on the ‘beast’ when she decided to take that walk and it fucked up her program. In short she became hooked on my shit and wanted a hell of a lot more than was on the table.

She was one of the last tangles I had before I decided to purify myself for my girl so to speak, so that shit was dead in the water. Which I’d told her the last time we spoke. I thought she understood. What she was doing here now was anybody’s guess; as long as she didn’t fuck up my program we were straight.

“Did you really think it would be that easy? I told you, I’m not like the other women around here, that you use and discard at your whim. I’m taking you to court for breech of promise and deferred affection.”

I laughed out loud I couldn’t help it. “What the fuck are you on?” Just then I saw Jessie making her way back to the office. “Fuck, you’ve got to get the fuck outta here.” She looked over her shoulder and her true purpose was written all over her face

“Don’t even think about it bitch.” My warning came too late. She went into a long-winded spiel about everything we’d done to each other that night. What the fuck, had she been taking notes? I kept my eyes on babygirl as she stood off to the side witnessing all this and that’s when I heard it.

It was the same hurt sound she’d made that night in the bed. The one I’d thought was because of Sal but… I got up from my seat and moved over to her side so I could whisper in her ear. “What is it baby what hurt you?” She shook her head at me but I wasn’t about to relent. The bitch behind me kept talking but I tuned her out.

“Don’t shake your head at me babygirl something hurt you what was it?” The look in her eyes made me want to fuck someone’s shit up royally. I looked around for the danger but there was none that I could see, so taking her face in my hands I asked her again. “What?”

“You, and her…” There was a world of fucking hurt in her voice; that shit went to my gut.

“There’s no me and her sweetheart.” Then it hit me, that noise, it was because of me, she hurts when she thinks…what?

“Why do you make that sound babygirl?” I saw the answer in her eyes even though she couldn’t say it. “Merciful fuck.” I pulled her into my arms ignoring everyone, and everything else. She makes that noise when she thinks she can’t have me. I don’t know how I knew, I just did.

“I’m all yours, have been for a long fucking time now.” I know that even with all we’d shared this day those words must’ve been a shock to her, but I figured she needed that shit.

“I had a life before we met, but none of that has anything to do with us now. I never once loved any of them and I damn sure never gave anyone what’s yours.” I whispered the words to her for her ears only as I held her shaking form in my arms.

She didn’t exactly relax but she wasn’t as stiff anymore. “Look at me.” I held her head back so that I could look into her eyes. “I need to deal with this, but there’s nothing for you to worry about, ever; not where another female is concerned okay.” She nodded her head and gave me her sweet smile before I stole a kiss.

I took her hand in mine before turning back to my unwanted guest. “You done? I got shit to do that does not include me going to jail behind your misguided ass. The door’s that way.” If looks could kill my ass would be toast. Too bad for her I didn’t give a fuck that she had a gash instead of balls. She hurt my baby; I’d fuck her shit up no problem if she didn’t get the fuck gone.


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