All Chapters of Black Forge MC: The President's Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cass had been in my life for almost a year, and I still didn’t know his last name. You’d think after eleven months of sleeping with someone, I’d at least know what to put after his first name besides a question mark. I was standing in my kitchen at one thirty in the morning with a glass of red wine in one hand and my phone in the other, staring at the message he’d sent four hours earlier. Coming up. Two words. No hello. No explanation. Not even a question about whether I was home. Apparently that was enough. I’d spent the last seventeen days telling myself I was done with this arrangement. Seventeen days was long enough to convince myself that maybe I’d finally gotten tired of being available whenever he remembered I existed. I’d even started believing it. Then his name flashed across my screen, and somehow I was standing in front of my closet five minutes later, wondering which robe looked like I hadn’t spent the last seventeen days waiting for him. Client files were stacked

By nine that morning, I had managed to make coffee, answer three emails and stare at Roman’s number long enough to memorize it. I hadn’t called him, and I hadn’t called Cass either. I wasn’t completely pathetic, at least that was what I kept telling myself while checking my phone for the fifth time. There was still no message from Cass. The second time he came to my place, he hadn’t texted. I was on my couch with a glass of wine and N*****x when a knock sounded on the door. I assumed Ethan had lost his key and rushed over to open it. There stood the stranger from a few weeks ago. I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing outside my door, but his tongue in my mouth quickly stopped me. And the rest was history. To say I was a slut would be an understatement, which probably explained why I was thinking about him after he’d spent his recent disappearance doing an excellent job of reminding me that I wasn’t supposed to expect anything from him. I picked up my phone again when it buzz

“They’re Black Forge.” Monica said it so casually that for a second I thought I’d heard her wrong.I looked at her, then at the two men standing in my doorway. “Black what?”“Black Forge.” Monica pointed toward the taller man’s arm. “The tattoo.”I looked down.The taller man had pushed his sleeve up slightly, exposing black ink along his forearm. I hadn’t noticed it before. There was a symbol worked into the design, and once Monica pointed it out, I could see the same mark on the other man, partly hidden beneath the side of his shirt’s neckline.Brianna appeared beside Monica, squinting at them. “Wait.”She looked at Monica.Monica nodded.“Oh my God.” Brianna looked back at the men. “Those are the guys from the club.”I frowned. “What club?”“The club where you met your booty call,” Monica said. “The VIP section. Ten hot guys. All tattooed up.”I looked at the two men again. Nothing about them was helping me remember anything. I vaguely remembered a group of ridiculously attractive

I stared at Cass and blinked, waiting for him to take the words back. There was no way in hell polite Victor Hale tried to have my head shot. We weren’t particularly close, but I thought we got along more than fine.An hour or so ago, I’d been drinking tequila with my friends while two men installed cameras in my living room and kitchen. Now I was standing in front of the man whose last name I just learned, but instead of celebrating that, I was finding out that one of my biggest clients had decided I needed to stop breathing.It was a cold day in hell. I’d always been someone who takes situations lightly. Now I wasn’t sure if I should cry or laugh.“How much is my head worth?” I asked.His jaw tightened. “That’s not something you need to know.”“I do.” I nodded.“Sophia.”“No. Nobody thinks I need to know anything.” I folded my arms. “I didn’t need to know your last name. I didn’t need to know you’re a billionaire. I didn’t need to know you’re in a goddamn motorcycle club. I definite

The ride to Black Forge took less than twenty minutes, but it felt like crossing into a different life. I’d expected leather jackets, motorcycles and maybe a warehouse full of men who looked like they’d stepped out of an action movie.Instead, Cass drove through the gates of a stone building with BLACK FORGE SECURITY written across the front in steel letters.I looked at him. “This is Black Forge?”He nodded. “Part of it.”“What happened to the motorcycles?”“At the clubhouse.”“So where’s the clubhouse?”“You’ll see it later.”I looked back out the window.There were security barriers, cameras covering every entrance and enough expensive vehicles in the parking lot to make it look more like the headquarters of a multinational company than a security company owned by a motorcycle club.“I hate that you keep surprising me.” I folded my arms.He glanced at me for a second and smiled before parking the car. “You enjoy it.”“A little.”“I knew it.”He smiled again, to himself this time.