Royal Riders MC: Claimed By The Biker

Tiana POV 

Not everything needs to end with people fighting and screaming at each other.

Not every cheating bastard needs to be confronted and spat on.

But mine has to end that way apparently.

As I stood outside the hotel room Milan and I had booked for our weekend getaway, hands still on the handle, screaming at someone was all that crossed my mind.

Inside, my boyfriend of three years was fucking some random woman.

Their moans filled the space and penetrated my ears, making me feel sick.

“You always take my cock so fucking well Carey. I can't get enough."

The truth slammed into me like…

Actually, no. The truth didn't slam into anything. It walked up to me slowly, tapped me on the shoulder, and laughed in my face.

That was no random woman.

That was Carey. My number one hater.

And did I just hear always?

Does that mean this isn't the first time those two hooked up?

Milan and I were supposed to come here together to relax. I ended up with an emergency at work so he left earlier. The plan was to join him the following day.

I ended up finishing my business earlier than anticipated and took a direct flight here.

I intended to surprise him.

Shock on me. I was the one being surprised.

I didn't knock the damn door.

Why would I? I paid for this room too since that fucker insisted on cost sharing.

He is a fifty fifty bastard which has never been a problem to me.

But with the truth mocking my pathetic ass, I started to have a problem with it.

The door swung open so hard it cracked against the wall.

 I stood in the doorway with my bag on my shoulder and the biggest smile I could manage.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" I asked with a calm voice I didn't know I had considering I was erupting inside.

Milan’s eyes widened at my dramatic entry and he scrambled off the bed like the floor had caught fire.

Carey didn't move. Only her lips did.

They curved into a smirk, a mocking one.

No shame appeared on her face as she paraded her naked body before me.

"Tiana.." Milan started, grabbing his shirt like covering his chest was suddenly the priority.

I held up a hand. "Don't get dressed on my account. We are  all adults here. Apparently very friendly adults." I emphasised on the last words even when friendly was the last thing I wanted to be.

"Baby, this isn't…"

"Isn't what, Milan?" My smile didn't move.

“ This Isn't exactly what it looks like? Is that what you want to tell me?” I fired.

“ From what I can see,it looks like my boyfriend of three years balls deep in my number one hater.

So please, help me understand what I'm missing."

Carey stood slowly and unbothered.

She dressed without rushing, picked up her bag then looked between us.

Her eyes held something that almost passed for sympathy.

"I'll let you two solve your issues," she said, lips curving, "like the loving couple you are."

She walked past me without flinching.

I smiled at her the whole way out. The door clicked shut, leaving me and Milan in a silence that was somehow louder than their previous moans. My smile was starting to ache so I let it drop.

Three years.

All the late nights we spent talking about our future, all the promises he made when he was inside me, all the secrets I’d shared…gone, vanished by a smirk and a half-assed excuse he was probably about to make.

“So,” I said, my voice dangerously light. “Was it good? The ‘always’ part of it.” My fingers itched to throw something, to break the picture frames on the dresser or to shatter the lamps.  I have always had an explosive temper. Maybe that's what Carey and I hated each other's guts. 

No, Carey is an exception. That one is a nasty bitch naturally. 

Despite the anger erupting inside me, I held myself together. I wanted words to be my weapons. I wanted to see him squirm.

Milan, a man who’d never been short on words, looked at me with the dumbest expression I had ever seen on him. It was like someone had pressed the mute button on the remote control of his life. That didn't make him cute if that was his plan, he looked like the pathetic asshole he was. 

"Always?" he finally managed, his throat working. "Tiana, what are you…"

"Don't you dare," I cut him off, taking a step into the room. The air smelled like sex and betrayal. 

"Don't you dare stand there with your dick shriveling and try to gaslight me. I'm not one of your little clients you can bullshit with a fancy PowerPoint presentation. I heard you. 'You always take my cock so fucking well, Carey.' 

Does that ring a bell?"

I dropped my bag by the door and it hit the carpet with a soft thud. 

I walked further into the room, my eyes scanning the mess. The sheets were a tangled ruin, two wine glasses sat on the nightstand, one of them with a bright red lipstick stain. 

Looking at the evidence of their betrayal, I felt my insides churn with disgust. 

"Three years, Milan." I stopped at the foot of the bed, eyes pinned on my cheating ex- boyfriend.

"Three years I spent thinking you were my person. I defended you to my friends when they said you were too slick. I turned down job offers in other cities because we were building a life here. I loved you.”

Thinking about all the sacrifices I made for a future that was so fragile, I could not help but feel stupid.

A tear I hadn't given permission to fall escaped and traced a hot path down my cheek. I wiped it away with the back of my hand, furious at the display of weakness.

"Say something," I demanded, my voice finally cracking. "Fucking say something." I snapped, my emotions raging inside me like a tornado. 

Milan took a hesitant step towards me, hands outstretched like he was approaching a frightened animal or perhaps he was the frightened animal. It didn't matter. I didn't care either. 

“Tiana, please. Let me explain."

"Explain?" I let out a short, sharp laugh that was more of a sob. 

“Okay, go ahead and explain and your explanation ought to be good. 

Was she better than me? Did she do things I wouldn't? Did you ever even love me, or was I just a convenient place to park your dick while you were getting your rocks off with her?"

Milan flinched at my words.

"It wasn't like that," he said, his voice pleading now.

 "It was… it just happened. It meant nothing." He stuttered those half baked lies intending to convince me with them. 

"'It just happened'? 'It meant nothing'?" I mimicked him, my tone dripping with venom.

"You don't 'just happen' to end up inside another woman, Milan! That's not a thing! That's a choice you make, over and over again! You choose to flirt. You choose to get a hotel room. You choose to take off your clothes. You choose to put your dick in her! And you chose to do it with the one person on this planet who can't stand me!"

I was screaming now, the composure u had managed to build earlier slipping away. 

“ You made your choice Milan, so I am making mine. 

We are done.” I declared and turned around, ready to do my walk of heartbreak. 

“ Tiana please…” Milan started. 

I spun around so fast my head hurt. 

“ Don't fucking take my name on your dirty lips. You better stay out of my path in the future or I can't promise to stop myself from punching you in the face.”