Page 58 of One Night with the Biker

“I haven’t been keeping up recently, so I forgot a game was on yesterday.”

I smiled at her and she returned a shy one of her own. A moment of peace and awareness. That electrifying connection that had turned my world upside down since I met her crackled between us. She yawned.

“If I promise to stay on my side of the bed, will you nap with me?”

She nodded and I smiled at her.

Brotherby NEEDTOBREATHE pealed from her phone. I shook my head. Roman had some sappy shit for her ringtone. Now this.

Ainsley jumped up. She still wore the clothes she’d had on yesterday and I wondered why.

As she grabbed the phone, various emotions flooded her face, relief chief amongst them.

“Put it on speakerphone,” I told her just before she answered.

Surprisingly, she cooperated. “Hey, Ro.”

“Ainsley.”

At the cold greeting, she lost her smile and I stiffened.

“Uh—”

“I’m only calling because I didn’t want you to worry. I’m fine. I doubt I’ll call again. I’ll be too busy.”

“What’s the matter? What’s going on?”

Her panic made my blood boil.

“I have to go, Ainsley.”

“No, Roman, talk to me,” she begged. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re pregnant.” His voice boomed through the line. “With my fucking enemy’s baby. Reese Sinclair wants me as dead as I want him.”

Horror washed over Ainsley’s features. She looked at me as the color dropped from her face, and placed a finger over her lips, then gazed at the phone and said, “I can explain.”

“You don’t need to fucking explain. You didn’t deny it, so it must be true.”

Her sob broke my heart. I couldn’t stand idly by while that motherfucker destroyed her.

“You’re aborting it.”

“I am not,” she said indignantly.

“And when you do, I never want to see you again.”

“I’m not aborting my baby,” she yelled, shaking her head when I opened my mouth. “I’m sorry. Just let me explain, Roman. Please,” she said, back to begging.

“You betrayed me, Ainsley. You betrayed the fucking club and you couldn’t tell me yourself.”

“Just listen to me.”

“I refuse to support the kid of a motherfucker who just used you to get back at me.”

“He didn’t know,” she said wildly, talking before I could say anything. “He didn’t know we were related until the morning after.”

I squinted at her. Did she realize what she’d just said? Although it deepened my anger and dislike, Roman’s curse filled tirade that mentioned my grisly death and unimaginable torture to poor Monster, didn’t surprise me.

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