Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 26

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Lost Reapers MG Claimed by the Bikers

Chapter 26

Lottie

There was no sign of Xander or Irish all weekend. Neither one came to the house and when I went to theirs, the house was shut up tight and their bikes weren’t there.

It was like they had disappeared.

And it made me feel stupid. I’d given them my body, willingly. Hell I hadn’t just been willing, I had been needy for both of them.

I’d wanted their hands and lips on my body. Even when I had known that they were just using me. I had known and I had let it happen anyway and like ! predicted they were now ghosting me.

I rolled my eyes. Men. They were all the same.

And so was I. I wasn’t a stupid rebellious teenage girl anymore and yet here I was still chasing the bad boys who I knew would hurt me.

Some things really never changed.

A

“Morning.” Putting on my happy face I pushed into the shelter. “How is everyone today?”

The two women behind the counter stared at me for a second. “Lottie, we didn’t expect you in today.”

I blinked in surprise. In all the chaos of this weekend I had been so caught up in thoughts of Xander and Irish that I’d completely forgotten I’d rejected my

boss.

Shit.

Keeping the smile on my face I went to lean against the counter. “Why? I’m sure I’m scheduled to work, but hey if you don’t need me anymore then I’ll happily extend my vacation.”

I tried to sound like I didn’t care even when inside

I was screaming. Money wise I didn’t need thi Helping people or animals actually helped me get through life feeling a little less guilty.

job. But for my mental health? Yeah I needed it for that.

Not that I deserved to feel less guilty but-

“I just don’t have you down scheduled? Dr Arsini said.”

“It’s ok ladies.” Wesley appeared from the back office. Looking as handsome and put together as he always did. My stomach twisted but not because of how handsome he was but because I didn’t want the confrontation that I knew was coming.

“Can you excuse us for a second? I need to talk to Lottie in private.” He flashed them a smile and they scurried away. Throwing glances at me.

“Look Dr Asini, I know-”

“Be quiet.” He snapped and I shut my mouth instantly. My unease increasing. I was going to lose my job.

“What happened between us.” Pushing himself away from the reception desk he stalked towards me “Was a big misunderstanding. I think you can agree

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“Good to let’s put that all behind us Reaching out, he ran his fingers up my arm and my skin crawled at his touch. But I didn’t pull away.

It didn’t sound like he was firing mi wad I wanted to keep it that way.

“Thank you Dy Asin. I appreciate that I love this job

“I know you do and please call me Wesley.” He smiled but it was the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “How about we meet up somewhere more private to discuss you coming back to work. I have some time now.” His eyes swept down my body. “Or maybe later this evening. Do you know the motel

Oh fuck no. “I don’t think that’s professional,”

“I don’t think what is between us professional anyway. I’m your boss Lottie.” His fingers slid up would think you would want to make me happy.”

arm, the tips brushtag against the side of my breasts. “I

If his fingers got any closer to my nipple I was going to slap him.

“And I think you would enjoy it. You can’t honestly be happy fucking around with your little biker?”

I bristled. “Irish is ” I swallowed hard as I remembered the feel of his mouth on my pussy. “Ten times the man you will ever be.” I finished lamely.

I didn’t even know Irish. He could be the worst kind of man. But I’d take him a thousand times over compared to Wesley Asini.

“So you are fucking him.” Wesley’s hands covered my breast. “You’ll fuck a low life like him but not me.” He squeezed. “I could do you so much better than he ever could. Let’s go to my office and I’ll show you.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Right out here in the open. It was like he didn’t care who saw.

“Don’t touch me” I seethed through gritted teeth, and swung my arm back. Slapping his straight across the face.

The sound of my palm connecting to his cheek was loud in the silence.

“Fucking bitch.” Wesley lifted his arm to hit me straight back but the blow never came.

A tattooed ringed hand caught his wrist. “Oh I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

A familiar tattooed hand to go with a familiar voice.

My breath hitched into my throat and lodged there as I slowly lifted my eyes to Irish.

Only I knew the face now free of the bandana he usually wore. I recognised the curve of his lips and his oh so blue eyes framed with dark carling lashes.

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