All Chapters of Craving the biker's widow: Chapter 81 - Chapter 86

CHAPTER 82.YOU DIDN'T MESS IT UP.ASHLEY'S POINT OF VIEW.“Sometimes deals don't work. It happens all the time,” he says calmly. “That doesn't mean you messed the deal up. Sure, you tried your best. It's just what it is.”My throat tightens painfully as I watch him in disbelief. He's supposed to be disappointed. He should be disappointed, not trying to sugarcoat it.I look away quickly before he notices my eyes beginning to water.“I know. I just think that… I should’ve done better,” I whisper. “Everybody trusted me with it.”He draws in a puff and lets the smoke out, and it curls in the air. Then he leans back slightly on the couch, watching me carefully. “It’s your first time. No big deal. You'll get better at it as time goes on.”“One failed deal doesn't make you useless… Ashley.”The way he says my name makes me steal a glance at that perfect face of his.God.Everything about him

CHAPTER 84.A CUP OF TEA FROM AN ALLY. ~ASHLEY'S POINT OF VIEW~I wake to the blaring alarm from my phone. I wince slowly and reach for it, then turn the alarm off. I let out a hiss, turning to my right side before pulling the duvet to cover my entire body again. It's time to wake up and take a little run, but I honestly don't have the strength to, neither do I even want to.But ten minutes later, I slowly open my eyes again because sleep doesn't come back after the alarm woke me up earlier.I slowly sit up on the bed and my mind rushes back to all that happened last night.I still can't believe that I felt Rip's erection last night, or maybe it's just me overthinking it.But I'm sure of what I felt when I fell back against his body. I felt something hard and lengthy stretching with each passing second.Perhaps I'm imagining things because I was too drunk last night.But either way, I'm glad for the conversation we had last night. At least I heard what one person thinks about the dea

CHAPTER 86.GOOD DEEDS SHE DID NOT ASK FOR.ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW.‎I stand there for a few more minutes before I finally head upstairs. I don't plan to spend my day at home today. I plan to spend it at the club. Honestly, I'm beginning to enjoy it and get comfortable around there.‎But as soon as I make the curve, Bran steps out, blocking my path.‎‎“Why did you agree?” he asks firmly. “What if it’s a setup?”‎‎I pause, my brows furrowing. For a moment, I don’t say a word, mostly because I don’t have anything to say to him.‎‎“I’m an old lady. It’ll look very suspicious if I don’t show up there tonight.”‎‎“And besides, if it’s a setup, then I doubt she’ll want to do that in front of everyone, including Ripper,” I add, striding forward, but I suddenly pause.‎‎I tilt my head back. “And why do you think your mother wants to set me up? Is there something you’re not telling me?”‎‎His expression hardens for a split second before he quickly masks it with a shrug.‎‎“Nothing,” he s