One single tear spilt down her face. “I did, I mean I do but not like this.” She shook her head. “Not when your girlfriend is just down the hall. So I think you should leave.”
Chapter Seven
Chelsea
I hated being in the clubhouse. Especially with Wicked and his new plaything everywhere I looked. They weren’t shy about touching each other, in fact, they seemed to have their hands on each other all the damn time.
Nothing sexual, I wasn’t even sure I had seen them kiss but she was always running her hand through his dark hair or trailing a finger over his tattoos. Casual, intimate touching. And somehow that made it worse. Because it wasn’t sexual. It was relaxed and familiar. Like they were in love.
And it hurt. Because when it came to me Wicked was all anger and lust. With Mel though he was gentle touches and soft glances. He wanted to fuck me but I was suspecting with every passing day that he might be in love with her.
There was no getting away from them either. Every time I saw them together something died a little more inside of me.
“Hello, Chelsea.”
Raising my head, I let my eyes trail up Mels long denim-clad legs. “Hey.” I didn’t bother to elaborate instead went back to reading my magazine. I should have been studying so I didn’t fall too far behind but I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to do it. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything the old me would have done. The only things I seemed to enjoy was drinking and my mindless reality tv shows. And most of the time I was too wasted to even enjoy them.
She didn’t take the hint. Instead, she flopped down on the chair opposite me. “I’ve been here a few weeks now and I realised we haven’t really talked.”
I didn’t even bother to look at her. We hadn’t talked because I had no interest in being Wicked’s girlfriend new best pal. I would rather stick pins in my eyes. “I don’t think we have much in common.” I flicked the page.
“We have Wicked in common.”
Her words made me snap my eyes in her direction. Scanning her face quickly. And then I schooled mine into indifference. “I barely know him. He’s my brother’s friend and not mine.”
“That isn’t entirely true is it?” She lowered her voice. “I know he was in your room the morning after your dad’s funeral.” She let her words sink and I finally moved to meet her eyes. Leaning back in my chair. “He came to give me some aspirin. I ….”
Mel’s eyes flashed. For the first time since she had been here, I saw real anger in her eyes. “Don’t bullshit me, sweetheart. He’s a man with needs but I have seen the way he looks at you. Chelsea, you must know that nothing can ever happen between you two. Wicked is set up to take over the club and….”
I cut her off. “And you want to be queen B? Look, Melody. I have no interest in your man. And I def don’t want your sloppy seconds. I’m actually going back to school at the weekend.” The words were out of my mouth before I had even thought them through. But as soon as I said them I knew it was the best idea.
School was where I belonged. So I didn’t have to see the sickening Wicked, Melody love fest.
“Have you told Wicked?” Melody’s voice was a whisper.
“Why the hell would I tell Wicked?” Flicking my hair behind my ear I stood. “I think you are seriously deluded love.”
***
“I’m going back to school.” I didn’t even bother to say hello. Every single pair of eyes around that long table turned towards me. But I only cared about one person. My brother and it was to him that I was speaking. The others could all kiss my ass.
Especially Wicked.
I could feel him staring at me but I didn’t turn to him. I didn’t even flick my eyes in his direction.
Ruin leant back. His long fingers steepled together. “I don’t think that’s a good idea but we can discuss it later.”
I cut him off. “It’s not up for discussion Colton. I am going back to school. I will spend the summer with mum.”
I was so fed up with people, or more specifically men trying to dictate what I did with my life. I had told myself at my dad’s funeral that I would stand on my own two feet. And so far I had failed. It was time to cut the apron strings, or whatever it was that kept daughters locked to their dad’s motorcycle club.
“You always spend summers here.”
I shrugged. “I spent summers here to be with dad. Dad isn’t here anymore. There’s nothing for me here anymore.” Out the corner of my eye, I saw Wickeds shoulders slump. But I couldn’t read to much into it. “I will come and visit you and Avery on Christmas break. I need to make sure you aren’t making a biker out of my nephew.” Straightening my back I met my brother’s eyes. “But it’s time for me to go back to my life and to my friends. Being here is making me depressed. I don’t even feel like me anymore.” And there it was the truth.
“Ok.”
I tried to keep my face impassive but my shock must have shown. I had expected him to put up more of a fight. “Thank you.” Reaching down I kissed his cheek. “You’re the best brother in the world. So… can I borrow a car?”