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His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince. Chapter 111
“What the hell is going on?”Adeline’s voice cut through the room, sharp with confusion. Every head turned toward us, curiosity thick in the air, heavy and watching.Tessa shoved my hand away from her cheek.The contact broke, and it felt like losing balance mid-step.She moved back quickly, putting space between us like it was a shield. Her eyes were wide, frantic, shining with something she didn’t want anyone to see. Fear lived there. So did want. I recognized both too well. She looked like she was bracing for impact, like one wrong move from me would shatter whatever control she was barely holding together.She missed me.I could see it in the way her fingers curled into her palm. In the way her breathing refused to steady. In the way she wouldn’t look at me for more than a second at a time.She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.And she hated herself for it.Adrian stepped closer, his presence sudden, deliberate. He tilted his head slightly, eyes flicking between us before s
His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince. Chapter 110
JAXSON.I landed in central London a few minutes past eleven.The moment my feet touched the ground, something inside me shifted. Maybe it was the exhaustion finally catching up. Maybe it was the weight of what I’d just done. Or maybe it was the quiet, terrifying truth that I was now in the same city as Tessa.James was already waiting at the airport.He was more lively and friendly than I had expected. Too easy with his smiles. Too quick to joke. It was… good. I needed that kind of energy right now, even if I didn’t want to admit it.He drove me straight to his apartment and helped me get settled in. I explained that I transferred here because of personal issues and asked if he could help show me around London. He didn’t hesitate — just said yes like it was nothing. Like I wasn’t a stranger crashing into his life. He told me to settle in first because he had one last class for the day, and that when he got back, he’d show me around. I thanked him for everything. He left. The apartme
His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince. Chapter 109
By the time we reached campus, the lecture had already started.I knew the moment I glanced at the time on my phone that it was bad—thirty minutes late bad. The hallway outside my department buzzed faintly with muffled voices and the scratch of chairs against the floor. I hesitated for half a second, adjusted my bag on my shoulder, and pushed the door open anyway.The professor stopped mid-sentence.Every head turned.I took one step in before his eyes locked on me—sharp, unimpressed, already done with me before I could even open my mouth.“You’re late,” he said flatly.“I’m sorry, sir—”“Class started thirty minutes ago.” He gestured toward the door without even raising his voice. “You can leave.”Just like that.Heat crawled up my neck. A few students watched with thinly veiled curiosity, while others already losing interest. I nodded once, swallowed whatever apology was sitting in my throat, and stepped back out, the door closing softly behind me.So much for my first proper lectur
His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince. Chapter 108
TESSA.“Tessa.”My name floated through my head like it was coming from underwater. Distant. Muffled. I frowned, trying to grab onto it, but it slipped away.“Tessa.”Something cold splashed against my face.I jerked, gasping as my eyes fluttered open. The world tilted immediately, like someone had picked it up and shaken it for fun. Everything was blurry. Wrong. My head started pounding so hard I groaned and clutched it with both hands, afraid it might actually split open.Oh God.Why the hell did I drink so much?Another second passed before something soft but heavy slammed straight into my face.“Wake up, you drunkard.”I groaned louder. “Ah—what the hell?”I squinted, trying to focus, but my eyes refused to cooperate. The room spun lazily, like it was mocking me.“It’s eight o’clock,” Adeline said, her voice sharp. “And you can’t even open your eyes.”I felt hands grab my arm and tug. My body followed reluctantly, like it was made of wet sand. I sat up on the bed, head throbbing i
His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince. Chapter 107
JAXSON.I left the house early in the morning without anyone knowing.The house felt the same as it always did lately. Empty, even when it wasn’t.Yesterday, I went back to school.Not for classes. Not to pretend my life was still normal.I went back for one reason.That guy.The one I’d seen making a video call. The one whose phone had shown me something my brain hadn’t been ready to accept at first. Her face. Clear as day. I remembered his jacket. So I searched until I found him again, pacing the same stretch of campus, pretending my chest wasn’t tight, pretending my hands weren’t clenched into fists.When I reached him, I didn’t waste time.I asked him if he could give me his cousin’s contact number.My voice stayed steady, even though everything inside me wasn’t. I told him I needed to be in London. I didn’t explain everything. I didn’t need to. Something in my face must’ve said enough. So he didn’t hesitate.He gave me the number and told me his cousin’s name—James, just like th
His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince. Chapter 106
I walked into the kitchen slowly, my steps lighter than they should’ve been, like my body hadn’t fully caught up with me yet.Adrian stood by the stove, his back to me, shoulders relaxed as he stirred something in a pot. The smell hit me instantly, warm, spicy, and comforting. My stomach twisted again, louder this time, impatient.I cleared my throat.He glanced over his shoulder. “I’m almost done,” he said easily. “Can you get the drink from the bar?”“What drink should I bring?” I asked, already regretting opening my mouth.He shrugged. “Your choice.”Of course.I didn’t want to talk. I didn't want to eat. Didn’t want to drink with Adrian of all people.But my body disagreed with all of that.I needed food. And I needed my head quiet. Sleep felt impossible without something to knock me out first.So I turned away from him and walked toward the bar.The shelves were lined with bottles—different shapes, labels, colors. Most of them meant nothing to me. The first time I drank was when
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