The Biker's Fashion Designer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

SERENA 'His beautifully sculpted body you mean.' my subconscious doing what she knows how to do best... Always adding fuel to the fire. "Are...you sure it's him?" Maybe Desmond mistook the right person for Havoc."A hundred percent, Serena," he responded, moving away from the table. "The president volunteered himself." "Ohh," a ball of sweat tricked down the area in between my boobs. It was fucking clear now. Chanel didn't pick him. The asshole fucking picked himself...for what exactly? To punish me or what? "Bye, Serena. See...""Hold on, Desmond, please. Do you know how long it will take for him to come here?" He shook his head, "Don't know."'"Should I go and come back later?" At least to cool off and prepare for the worst later... I was so fucking desperate to do something."I wouldn't advice that, Serena. He might show up anytime. See you next time. I don't want to be late for the meeting." He said while stepping out of the door, running afterwards to perhaps his meeting plac

SERENAThe minute I stepped out of Havoc's private hall as it was called, I placed my hand to my fast beating chest. This was the second time I was this very close to him, the first being at the coffee shop. I hated the way I was feeling each time I'm close to him or I think about him. Yes, I dislike him...I've told myself this countless number of times, then, why were my cheeks warm? Why did I feel my belly fluttering? After he had deliberately made me wait for hours, what I should feel for him now should be complete hatred not my body doing the complete opposite.My phone rang snapping me off my thoughts. It was Willa."Hey, baby. I'm on my way already." I said, going down the stairs, my mind trying to remember the direction towards the bar. It would be easier for me to get outside from there."Did something bad happen? You had me very concerned.""Trust me, you shouldn't. I was... Infact when I get back." I would not want to insult Havoc while I was still in his clubhouse. There mi

SERENAWeekend was over and it was Monday again...back to work. It wasn't as if I haven't been working. I did on Friday and Saturday, rested on Sunday, now resumed today being Monday. I got a text from Chanel on Saturday saying the club would be needing at least the leather cut designs for the men on Tuesday. Good thing that I had made those designs on Saturday, I would be making just cut designs for the females today. Part of the text Chanel had sent to me was the different names of the old ladies that is 'Property of their partner's road name.' It was from the list that I got to know that the club had fifteen old ladies. That was impressive...my thoughts though. No surprise that I didn't see any Property of Havoc...that man wasn't a one woman's man. "You're not going to the club today?" Willa asked as I buttoned up my blouse."Yes. Any issues?""Nope, I had thought you were going. I wouldn't have advised you to button your blouse all the way up.""I.. I..." I let out an unbelivab

SERENAThis week has been stress-free in a way. I had only jacket designs for the old ladies to work on which I used the whole of Wednesday to create. And I went to the club house on Thursday to go check on the progress of Harper and her team as Chanel had told me. The main thing I was looking forward to this week was the club party happening this Saturday. Since I would not be busy today being Friday, I decided it would be a perfect time for me to going back to my apartment, get some of my clothes and other stuff."Willa, I'm heading home.""Why? Am I making you uncomfortable? If it's the Havoc talk, fine, I will stop." This best friend of mine suddenly became alert."Willa, oh my God, look at the way you're freaked out" I laughed. "I'm only going to get some important stuff. I'm coming back today.""Thank goodness. You had me thinking deep for a moment.""But you know I won't stay with you forever. I'll have to move out someday...""Yes, to your husband's house. Or Havoc's, maybe."

SERENA"Hope you're okay?" Zoey must have noticed how I went totally quiet...her doctor instincts, I guess. She'd be thinking that the shot must have taken a toll on me. The vodka or whatever that was inside was awful but it wasn't the reason why I was shaken. The reason was on the other side of the hall."Of course, I'm okay." I forced a smile, despite the bitter and harsh taste stuck to my tongue.The cocktails, I believe, that Layla had ordered was brought to our table."Here," Layla gave me one glass which had an orange slice placed on its rim. "It is called Sex on the Beach." "I hope it's not as terrible as..." I made a distasteful face while gesturing at my empty shot glass."Nope, it's very mild, you may not even taste the vodka in it."I sipped a little first to confirm. She didn't lie. It was sweet, having peach blended with orange kind of taste which made me want another sip immediately.While enjoying myself with a glass of Sex on the Beach, I haven't forgotten that I woul