Chapter 3 : Dom

Lexie

“No way! I won't do it.”

“Come on, working as the club's manager isn't a bad thing. Dad, see reason with her.”

Dad smiled and then dropped his cigar onto its tray after what felt like hours. Rhett was trying to make me become the club's manager, but I wanted to do something else. The biker life wasn't cut out for me, and I certainly wasn't going to accept the job offer and enter the lion's den.

“Why don't you want to think about it, honey? It would be good for you. You would be working side by side with us. Come on, it's the family's business.”

“Exactly… see, Dad gets it.”

“What about me? What about what I want?” In case nobody had thought of that. They kept talking about how many extra hands they needed, but what about what I wanted? What about working in a company or in a bar that wasn't the Snake Pit?

“I think you should think about it. Besides, working as our manager means you're protected in Willow Springs.”

“Come on, Rhett. You know I don't need protection in Willow Springs.”

They basically owned the place. I grew up with a biker father who was into things I couldn't say with my eyes closed. Dad was the best father one could ask for, but he ran the Outlaws MC, one of the most dangerous biker groups in the city.

And Willow Springs was their den.

Everyone who knew me knew I was Damian Hartley's daughter, the princess of the family, but what they didn't know was my take on this. I didn't mean to scrutinize the Outlaws, but what they did was dangerous, and the men there even screamed danger.

“What about you consider it? While you look for a place to work, you can work as our manager. Right now, the position is free and since Rhett is taking over the place, it's been hectic for him to manage the clubhouse.”

I sighed, looking at Dad with a weak expression. For him, I couldn't say no and he knew that.

“Okay…fine,” I said. “But I will only do it for the few weeks while I'm looking for a job elsewhere.”

Rhett smiled ear to ear, he was super happy, I could tell. He was still planning the whole thing in his head, probably thinking about how much easier his life would be now that he had successfully convinced me to take the position. Just like he had planned the party that I didn't know when the fuck it would happen.

“Don't look so happy. I'm not doing this for you,” I said, pointing a finger at him.

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, and Dad just chuckled. “I can't wait for you to start working at the clubhouse, little sister,” he whined.

“Don't call me that. I'm not a kid anymore.”

“You are still my little Lexie.”

I looked at Dad, waiting for his opinion on this. “Dad?”

“Rhett, stop bullying your sister.”

“So, when do I start?”

“Tomorrow,” Rhett answered, and I looked at him wide-eyed.

“What? Why? I thought I would have some me time…you know, to mentally prepare for it.”

“No…unfortunately. We need you to start work tomorrow.”

I groaned internally, cursing myself while at it.

“Rhett,” Dad started. “Take her around the clubhouse tomorrow, show her the accounts, the books, and everything else she needs to know. I don't want her wandering around clueless.”

“Yes, Dad,” Rhett chimed in.

I turned, ready to take my leave, until Dad called out. “Lexie?”

He walked over to me, took both my hands in his, and squeezed them lightly. His eyes were filled with nothing but support.

“I promise things will turn out fine here. Trust me?”

“I do, Dad. Thank you for being here.” He pulled me into a tight hug, and I held back the tears threatening to fall.

Before I could get up, that stupid alarm clock woke me up. I sat up in bed, my head feeling fuzzy. I slammed my fists on the alarm clock when a notification came in on my phone.

Picking up my phone, I knew it was a message from Rhett.

‘Wake up, sleepyhead! It's almost 9, and you should be at the clubhouse by 10.’ I groaned, glancing at the clock. It was 8:30; I had almost 30 minutes to get ready.

I got out of bed lazily and took out my towel from the box. I hadn't arranged anything in my closet yet, but I will do that later today. The toilet was close to my room, so I took my toothbrush, a change of clothes, and my bathing products along with me.

I had my head buried in my phone when I got out, strolling to the toilet, only to stumble into a wall of muscle.

Everything in my hands splattered onto the ground. “Shit,” I said, not minding who it was.

I bent down to pick it up, only for a pair of rough hands to touch mine instantly. I froze, looking up slowly. My eyes met big blue ones. Dom.

He stood up, looking down at me like he owned the place. He was wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. I swallowed, watching the way the water glistened down his torso.

Good God.

I didn't remember him being this fucking hot.

“Still clumsy, huh?”

“What are you doing in my bathroom?!” I asked, my cheeks flushed.

“Oh, that…” he said, his deep voice reverberating through the room.

I couldn't keep my eyes off him. They trailed down until they reached the waistband of his towel. I swallowed, trying to keep those dirty thoughts out of my mind.

“Hmm, you're still staring,” he hummed, and I looked back at him.

I took a step back at the same time he took another step forward.

“You were staring…”

“No, I wasn't,” I lied through my teeth, my hands fidgeting at my sides.

He held my chin firmly, forcing me to look right at him. I steadied myself, trying to keep myself afloat. My breath hitched, goosebumps spreading acr

oss my body like a second skin.

“Then tell me, Lex. Lie to my face and tell me you weren't staring.”