MY HOT BIKER SAVIOUR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

TWO DAYS LATER... From the bedroom window, the party looked beautiful. Debbie had been planning this welcome cocktail party for days, and I think it was all worth it. She had done a pretty great job... Tables dressed in white linen dotted the grass, each crowned with tall vases of wildflowers and silver trays of champagne. Soft jazz drifted from speakers hidden among the hedges. People... well-dressed, confident, clean... mingled with practiced ease. You could hear laughter floating up in little waves. It should’ve felt like a celebration... Instead, it made my stomach twist. Honestly... Because the only thing I could think about was whether he was out there. Not in a suit. Not sipping champagne. But watching. Hiding. Waiting. The thought made my breath hitch. I didn’t even hear the door open until Ryder’s voice cut through the quiet behind me. “You okay?” I didn’t turn right away. Just stared at the people down below, smiling in a world I did

~TESSA~ The very moment I stepped through the French doors and out onto the garden, it felt like the entire party took a breath at once. Then... They looked. Not in a cruel, judging way. Not like back then. This was different. It was the kind of look that made conversation pause, forks freeze halfway to mouths, drinks stop midair. Like I had stepped out of a dream and into their reality. I nearly turned back. But Debbie, beside me in gold and black with a smug little grin, looped her arm through mine and said under her breath: “Told you. Showstopper.” I could hear it. Murmurs. "Who is that?" "She’s with Ryder, right?" "Stunning..." "Future Mrs. Bishop?" That last one wasn’t Debbie. But she grinned when she heard it. She leaned in close and said, loud enough for several nearby guests to hear... “Is that the future Mrs. Bishop? God, I love being right.” I gave her a half-hearted glare. My cheeks were already hot. And then I saw him. My bi

~RYDER~ I was so glad I had been able to put Raven in her place. I mean, how dare she ever show her face again? I wanted her to rot behind those bars, but I guess she was granted a bail after all. Their family... they were quite rich. But I thought her dad had disowned her after she used a huge sum for gambling... She even ended up losing... And now she was back to assault my woman again? No way! I felt this was all my fault. She the guts to do whatever she was doing now because of what happened between us in the past. How could I be so blind? To fall for someone like her? As a child, she was one of the very few female friends I had. I guess that stupid friendship turned into what I thought was love. ~ Tessa squeezed my hand and whispered something about needing the restroom. I kissed the back of her hand and nodded. “I’ll be right here.” She smiled. And then she was gone. That was the last good thing about this party. Because the second she disappear

~TESSA~ The engine rumbled beneath me like a living thing. I was starting to love these bike rides and basically everything about bikes. Guess my hot biker saviour didn't just affect me with his love, I had been affected by his 'biker syndrome' as well. Ryder’s bike wasn’t just fast... it was pure power. The way it hugged the road, the vibration through the seat, the way he moved with it like they were born together. It was... nothing short of amazing. That's all I can say. I held tight to his jacket, leaning into his back, the wind whipping at my hair as we roared down the quiet highway. It wasn’t fear I felt. It was freedom... It was him. We pulled up to the shop a few minutes later—Bishop Motorcycles. The sign was quite... old-fashioned and bold, the letters clean but slightly worn. Ryder parked in the staff-only lot around back and killed the engine. I climbed off slowly, legs shaky, not from the ride... but from the way he looked when he turned and pull

~TESSA~ It was yet another beautiful day at the bike shop. The phones would not stop ringing. “Bishop Motorcycles, Tessa speaking—uh, yes, we do tune-ups. Yes. No, we don’t repaint scooters. Sorry.” Click. I sighed and hung up. Across the counter, Casey smirked and slid over a small, battered notepad. “You’re not allowed to threaten customers until week two.” “I didn’t threaten him,” I muttered, brushing my hair behind my ear. “I was firm.” He shrugged. “Never said you did.” By mid-morning, I’d messed up two invoices, accidentally scheduled a tire rotation for a guy, and spilled coffee. But still... when Gus walked past, he tossed me a dirty rag and grunted, “You’re doin’ better than the last one.” I blinked. “The last what?” “Reception girl. Left crying. Lasted a day.” “Oh.” “You haven’t cried yet.” “Not yet.” He nodded once, like that meant something important, and shuffled off. I stood there with the rag in my hand and a phone ringing again behind m