All Chapters of The Bad boy of Pine Creek: My biker lover : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aston's POV “Here, let me fix that for you,” Giselle said, taking over my tie. She was dressed in a long, black gown and thoroughly decked out in all the diamonds she could find. Since Mom died, she had inherited mom’s jewellery and on days like this, it was difficult to see just how much she looked like our mom. Her hair was blown-out in the same style Mom used to do hers. Her red lipstick was smeared elegantly across her lips just like Mom’s, too. I rarely ever think about Mom. But every time I see my sister like this, I just can’t help it. The good memories flood back. The memories of the time when we were happier before everything went to shit. “I hate it when the Williams visit,” I told her to distract from the thoughts of Mom in my head. Giselle was all up in my face, it was impossible not to think about Mom. “That’s only because you hate seeing your ex, Lala. But hey, I warned you about her when you were thinking about screwing her. I think half of your problems wou

Aston's POV I stumbled back, physically ill. The smug expression on his face irritated me. I had to fold my fists to stop myself from punching him. He had completely blindsided me with this news. My own father. “You’re going to marry Lala and that’s the end. Do you understand me?” he said through gritted teeth. I let a moment pass. This was it: I could either defy him now or be stuck with Lala for the rest of my life. I understood the consequences of defying him, but I would not be true to myself if I didn’t, at least, speak my mind. “No, I won’t marry her. I won’t let you run my life anymore!” I said. Dad’s head moved to the side. “What did you just say?” he asked. I kept my head high. He could do whatever he wanted to me, I don’t care anymore but I promised myself that he would not see me break. My voice would not break. I would not despair. I raised my voice higher so he could hear me clearly. “I SAID I AM NOT MARRYING LALA,” I maintained my ground firmly. He too

Maddy's POV Max moaned into my mouth, spinning me around to hit the wall. I stifled a moan. Hot sensation spread from the tip of my toes to the hairs on my head. I gripped his rippled muscles, caressing his skin gently. “I missed you so much,” he whispered into my mouth. I didn’t know it until now. I missed him, too. I was finally free from Aston, the dark cloud of my life hanging around to ruin my life. “Shut up and kiss me,” I told him. His lips curled into a smile. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, deepening the kiss. His hands curled around my waist. I weaved my fingers in his hair. I loosened his shirt buttons, pulling it aside to feel his chest muscles. His pecs were so thick, throbbing on their own. I caressed them roughly. “You are so big and strong,” I whispered. Max buried his face in the nape of my neck. “You smell so good,” Max murmured. I loved the feel of his lips on mine, the taste, the texture of his lips. I loved his ---- “MADDY, ARE YOU IN THERE?” Aston’s loud voice

Aston’s POV “So, for the wedding, I was thinking about how cute it would be if I were a June bride,” Lala said, flipping her hair away from her shoulders to turn side-to-side for me. “I totally look like a June bride, right?” she continued, her eyes sparking. I sat across the table from her wondering…how could she be okay with all of this? My hands were folded across my chest, quietly fuming. Since we got engaged, Lala had started showing up to Pine Creek from Chesterfield a lot more frequently for ‘dates’ with me. She wanted us to be reacquainted with each other again. The last thing I wanted was to know her again. I was still not over her cheating. “An intimate garden wedding would be so lovely. Just picture it…all the lights, the flower arrangements, the colors, oh it’s going to be so amazing,” Lala continued. She leaned forward and asked: “Babe, what do you think?” I couldn’t help myself. The words blurted out of my mouth before I could stop them. “I think this is all fucki

Maddy’s POV My stomach flipped. Those words in his delicious tone washed over me. The world went dead silent. The only thing I heard was his raspy voice, and the only thing I could see was his deep eyes pulling me deeper and deeper into his web. I tried to move, to run, to escape him, but my legs wouldn’t work. It was almost as if I’d lost all sense of motion. I had no control over myself or my own body. He had taken over yet again. His hand remained on mine. His skin touching mine, controlling me. My heartbeat was pounding so fast, I thought I would collapse right here. Something was wrong with me. Why couldn’t I shake him? Why was I so affected by him? Every little thing he did sent me spiraling into a dark well. “I can tolerate everyone being mad at me. I can even tolerate my entire world going to shit right now, but you….” He paused, took a sharp breath, and exhaled like he was struggling to spit the words out. I was panicking. I trembled with a dangerous rush of adrenaline,