We would have to make a decision soon. Very very soon. And I had a sneaky feeling it would be up to me to make it.
At the moment Wicked had everything going for him. Presidency of the club. Melody warming his bed at home and me warming his cock whenever he felt like it.
I knew things were complicated. Wicked had told me often enough. I just wasn’t sure why they were complicated. That was what he wouldn’t tell me.
“Are you crying?”
“No.” Angrily I wiped my stinging eyes. He was about to walk out the door. Our weekend was over. And I couldn’t help but feel like it was coming to an end. We might not be ready to admit it yet but something was definitely changing.
“Chelsea.” He sounded tired. It made me angry how tired he sounded. Like I was somehow to blame for me being upset. For me not wanting him to leave.
“I have mascara in my eye.” I lied.
“Baby I can see you tomorrow. I can….” Wicked’s lips were so soft. “I wish I didn’t have to leave as well.”
“Then let’s tell everyone.” I encircled his neck with my arms, standing on top toes so I could kiss him back. “Let’s get on your bike and go and find my brother. Ruin will understand. He might even be happy about it…”
“You know we can’t Chelsea. Things are …”
“Complicated.” I finished for him. “Yeah, you have said that before a million times. I just don’t understand why it’s complicated?”
“Chelsea can we just not fucking fight now? Why do we have to spoil this weekend by fighting?”
Sighing I let myself relax in his arms. He had a point there. “I don’t want to fight either,” I admitted.
“Good then kiss me goodbye and stop worrying so much about the future. We will be fine Chelsea. I promise you.”
I wished I could believe him. I really did but I kept my mouth shut as he walked away. Lifting his hand in a wave before he pulled away.
It was only when he was halfway down the street that I realised another bike was coming up from the other direction.
My heart slammed into my chest as they passed each other. This was bad, really really bad.
Young Blood pulled up in front of my gate as I waited with bated breath for him to say something.
When he finally swung his leg over the bike and turned to me there was a smile on his face.
“You look like you have made a miraculous recovery Chelse? A little injection of Black Aces President was all you needed huh?”
“Will you stop fucking yelling.” My eyes scoured the street. As if this could get any worse. He had already seen Wicked leave my house. If I couldn’t talk Young Blood into keeping my secret then the whole club would know before the sunset.
It wouldn’t matter what Wicked wanted if Young Blood decided to open his mouth.
Young blood’s eyes flashed. “Stick the kettle on then Chelsea because I really want to know what the fuck you are playing at?”
***
“Biscuit?” I pushed the plate of cracked cookies over the table towards him. It was a lame thing to do but the longer I could postpone this conversation the better. I needed to think of a plausible excuse as to why Wicked had just been seen leaving my house. And so far I was coming up blank.
“Sit your ass down, Chelsea.” Young Blood had flung his legs out just like Wicked had done.
They were, all the same, the men of the Black Aces. They all thought they could boss me around.
“Fuck you Young Blood,” I sat anyway. There wasn’t much more I could do.
Neither of us spoke for several long minutes. It was him that broke it first. “So you and Wicked?” His blue eyes met mine over the table and there was something unreadable in them. A darkness I had never seen before. It didn’t suit him.
“It’s not … I mean he was just checking up on me.” It was a lame excuse but it was the best thing I could think of.