All Chapters of Craving the biker's widow: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 51.BE GRATEFUL.~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~Immediately he opens the door, his frown vanishes as his lips stretch into a smile.My hands suddenly feel clammy facing Bran. I hate when he smiles but right now, I need his help.I glance right and left. “Can I come in?” I ask quietly.He nods and steps back, giving me space. I slip in quickly, and he shuts the door behind me. Then he turns to me at once. “What is it? What’s the problem?”“Is anyone chasing you?”“No,” I reply firmly.“Then what is it?” he asks, brows lifting. “I know you didn't just come to my room for nothing.”I swallow. My fingers twisting together nervously as my eyes darts around his room—anywhere but his face.“I… um…” My voice comes out softer than I intend. “Last night… I misplaced something.”The words barely leave my lips and I already  hate how small I sound.His gaze sharpens instantly. “W

CHAPTER 53I'M NOT BUSY PRINCESS.~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~3 hours later.I lean back in the armchair inside the library, my eyes wandering around the large room filled with books and a couple of chairs. Somehow, I’m looking for an escape route out of all of this.I know nothing about these files in front of me. I’ve tried using my phone, but it still doesn’t make any sense. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I need to be conversant with everything in this file just to prove myself to the club.No. Scratch that.Just to prove myself to a group of men who still don’t believe a woman should have a seat at the table of a motorcycle club.I sit up, dragging the file closer. I blink rapidly, my eyes heavy. I can barely read. It feels like my brain is clogged, like I’m forcing myself through something that refuses to stick. I’ve been going through this file for the past three hours—just so I don’t have to g

CHAPTER 55. CMON,SHOW ME WHAT HEAVEN WASTED ON YOU. ~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~ I stand there, weighing my options. Was he lying or not? I stand there, heart slamming against my ribs. I don’t trust him,not even a little. But Bran mentioned the club wanting me to prove myself too. If I walk away now… everything I’ve been fighting for could vanish. I swallow hard, my fingers tightening around the file. I don't know what to do… walk away or do as he says. I shake my head. We can't continue sneaking around here. One of these days someone might just catch us, and that'll be the easiest way to kick me out. “What are you going to choose, princess?” Matt repeats, striding forward until he’s right in front of me again. The towel clings to his narrow hips, the deep V of muscle disappearing beneath it, making my stomach tighten in ways I hate. “Help comes with a price, kitten. You

CHAPTER 57.THE TRICK.~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~For a few moments, we both lay there, the only sound being our ragged breathing.I lift my head and take a glance at him. His face is turned to the other side, his chest rising and falling rapidly. For a moment, I don’t say a word, just taking in his beauty….his sweaty body, his furrowed brows, and the beads of sweat forming along his beard. So sexy.The next moment, he turns toward me, and I quickly snap my gaze away, avoiding eye contact. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’ve been doing this with Matt. I don’t know what this means to him, but to my body, it’s something else… something I crave but hate to admit.If this ever gets out… It sounds like a taboo. Perhaps I’ll get my head chopped off, just like in those fantasy movies.The bed wobbles, and I notice he turns fully to face me. His hand traces up my face, brushing a strand of my hair to the side. “Good

CHAPTER 59.FAKE NURSE. ~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~I narrow my eyes, and I see the next girl. She’s almost the same height as Gemma—a brunette with tacky, ugly purple hair trying to match her wack makeup. I don’t say a word; my eyes just sweep over her body from head to toe. She’s also in panties and a little bra, tight enough to hold her small tits together.She has a smirk on her lips. I can tell from a mile away they’ve been waiting for this moment. I look through the hallway—no one seems to be passing or coming this way. Perhaps they’re not wrong; it’s a closed area for now. But I have to meet Riley either way.“Oh, this bitch doesn’t hear shit.” Gemma lets out a short laugh, turning to the girl with ugly purple curls. “Maybe you speak Spanish for her. She might hear that.”A low laugh rumbles from them both, filling the air. My stomach tightens slowly as I fight the urge to punch her in the face. If not a punch, at least a slap