3

Mia

I stood by the curb outside the airport, my leg aching from standing too long. It had been hours since I’d been waiting for Max. He promised to pick me up, yet he hadn’t shown.

Just when I was about to give up and find my way to his place, a bike pulled up in front of me. The rider pulled off his helmet, and my breath caught.

Max?

Relief hit me, but it lasted only a second before anger rushed in. I stormed toward him and kicked his leg hard for making me wait so long. But then he lifted his head, and those weren’t Max’s eyes. They were grey.

His face looked so much like Max’s, but his eyes were a deep grey, not green. His hair was jet black, longer and brushing his shoulders. He wasn’t Maxello.

I froze. “Who are you?”

The stranger smirked, studying me with those piercing eyes that made me shift uncomfortably.

“You mean he never told you he had a twin? Some friend you are,” his deep voice teased. Unlike Max, who was lean and boyish, this man was broader, rougher, with a kind of wild energy.

Eight years of friendship, and Max had never once told me about this. A twin brother? If he kept something this big from me, it could only mean they weren’t close.

“Climb on,” he said suddenly, tossing me a helmet. “Maxello had to go somewhere, so he asked me to pick you up.”

I caught it, rolling my eyes at the proud little smirk tugging at his lips before climbing on the back of the bike.

“How come he never told me about you?” I asked, strapping the helmet under my chin.

“We’re more like enemies than brothers,” he said flatly.

That explained a lot.

“You might want to hold on tight.”

I didn’t understand until the bike roared to life, jolting forward so fast that I almost flew off. Instinct took over and I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, holding on for dear life. My face pressed against his back, and I caught his scent.

Not mint and lemon like Max. No, this one was intoxicating, something I couldn’t name but couldn’t resist breathing in.

Before long, he pulled into a lot filled with bikes. I climbed off, handing him the helmet back. “What are we doing here?”

He hung both helmets on the bike and smirked. “Just follow me.”

I glanced around. The place looked like a biker’s club, dozens of bikes lined the lot. I trusted him only because he was Max’s twin, so I followed.

The moment I stepped inside, I wished I hadn’t.

It wasn’t just a biker club…it was a biker sex club.

Music pounded through the room, but my eyes caught on one side, a man leaned back on a chair, his shirt hanging open and his pants was gone, while a woman knelt between his legs, her mouth on him, his groans were loud as his fist tugged her hair.

Around the club, women danced topless, some grinding against men, others being taken openly, bodies moving with no shame.

Heat rushed to my face, and I looked away quickly. What had I followed him into?

I swallowed hard and stuck close to him until we entered a quiet room, a man was waiting there and they exchanged a few words before the man left.

I sank into the couch, still shaken by what I’d seen. And he sat beside me, too close that I shifted uncomfortably, but the smirk on his lips told me he noticed.

Then he leaned back, turning to me with that same annoying grin. “So… what kind of sex toy do you love the most?”

My head whipped to him. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, closing the space between us.

“I….I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammered, heat rushing to my face. Of course I knew what he meant. I’d read about them, and seen them in movies. But me? I’d never touched one.

He grinned knowingly. “You sound like a virgin.”

I snapped, “That’s none of your business.”

But my body disagreed, humming at the nearness of him, at his voice, at the way his eyes never let me go. I hated how easily he got under my skin.

His phone rang, and for once, his expression hardened. He answered without checking the screen.

“You bring it over here. Any gift is fine,” he said into the phone before hanging up.

“Gift?” I frowned. “Whose birthday is it?”

He looked at me, “It’s not a birthday gift. It’s for the couple. Harper and Nate.”

I blinked. “Max’s girlfriend?”

“They’re getting married,” he said casually. “So, it’s their wedding gift.”

My stomach dropped.

Max’s girlfriend… marrying someone else, it's really true.

He stood, and I scrambled up too, refusing to be left behind in this place.

“Stick by my side,” he told me. And even though I hated it, I did.