Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 54

Ezra

The car ride has been...tense? And it's all because of me. After the loaded question at the house, I had dismissed it.

Shit, I know she has questions, but what am I supposed to say?

It just slipped.

It felt like the right comparison to make, and I'm just realizing how dumb that is.

"Wren," I try, squeezing her thighs.

She gives me a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Hey."

Fuck, she's sad.

She looks like I kicked her puppy, the light in her eyes are gone and I want to punch myself.

"Is..." I sigh. "Is a relationship something you're open to?"

She shrugs. "Why are you asking, Ezra? To dismiss me again?"

"God, no. Listen—"

"I'm fine, Ezra. I promise." A tight-lipped smile grazes her lips, and she pats my hand on her thigh.

I breathe, jaw tight. "We will talk about this, Wren."

She doesn't reply, just stares out the window while her fingers play with mine, tracing the perfect silver wrist watch she gifted me.

It's sweet, but it breaks me too.

After more silence, we finally reach the restaurant and a valet takes my keys while I lead Wren out of the car.

Intertwining our fingers, I feel how stiff she is. Not at all as relaxed as she usually is with me, and I know we have to talk about the elephant int the room as soon as possible.

Using the back, the elevators deposit us on the rooftop.

"Mr Jax," Walter appears in a black suit and bow tie, a napkin draped over his arm.

His head dips in greeting, and I extend a hand for a shake. "Walter."

I look around the lavishly decorated rooftop, no patrons in sight. It's just Wren and I, like I planned.

"Hope it's to your liking, Mr Jax, and Miss Carlisle."

Wren gives me a look, then gives him a warm smile. A smile that is brighter than the one she gave me in the car.

"It's a beautiful space," she says. "But where are others?"

"Oh! Mr Jax bought out the—"

I clear my throat. "Thank you, Walter. Will you show us our seat?"

She frowns, side-eyeing me.

Walter nods. "Right! This way."

We're led to a table in the corner, while the rest of the room serve as a make-shift dance floor.

Music thrums softly through the speakers the moment wqwwwww ew I love love love love e take our seats, and a waiter appears seconds after.

"Welcome. What would you like to order?"

Wren turns to him, looking as elegant as possible. "C-can we have a moment? Thank you."

He bows and leaves, and she whirls on me. "Did you seriously buy out the rooftop?"

"No!" I snort. "I only rented it out for the night."

She blinks. "That's the same thing, Ezra."

"It really isn't. If I bought it, it's—"

"Stop!" She clicks her tongue. "Just stop, Ezra. What do you want from me? This was supposed to be just sex, and now...a date? Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic, but..."

"But?"

She sighs. "I don't know what we're doing. You say one thing and do the opposite. I—I don't like being clueless. So I ask you again, what are we doing? What do you want from me?"

Two questions—wonderful ones—I have no answer to.

What are we doing? We're sleeping together.

What do I want from her? I want her to be mine.

Now, I see how those two answers would contradict each other.

Obviously, I can't even tell her that because deep down, we're definitely doing more than just sleeping together.

It's a crazy game we're playing. Feelings are getting involved especially on her part.

So, I lift my hand to signal the waiter and her frown deepens.

"Seriously?" She deadpans. "I'm trying to have a conversation with you and you're doing it again. Avoiding everything."

"We're on a date, Birdie. That's the whole point of a date, to talk about everything and anything. But can't a man have drink first? This topic is hard."

"You think it isn't hard for me either?" She scoffs.

"Birdie—"

We're interrupted by the waiter, and I order a tall bottle of champagne for Wren and I, soemthing to soothe us because we definitely need it.

She doesn't speak again, only glares at me and I can't help the small twitch my lips give.

"Even when you're mad at me, you're still the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."

Her eyes roll so hard that only the whites remain for a few seconds.

I huff a laugh.

"You don't take me serious, Ezra."

My lips press together, gaze hard. "You have no idea how seriously I take you, Wren."

A bottle of champagne appears in front of us, and the waiter pours our drinks.

"Are you ready to order?" He asks.

"Can I order for you, darling?" I ask Wren.

"No."

Ouch!

Wren scans the menu quickly and nods, then points at it for the waiter.

He nods and turns to me. "And you, Sir?"

"My usual, please."

He confirms it, and leaves.

"You've been here before?" Wren asks, finally breaking out of the silent treatment she's been giving me.

I take a sip of my drink. "I have."

She pauses. "On dates?"

"Like I have the time for that. Mostly for meetings concerning my bars, and other ideas I have," I reply.

Red lipstick stains her glass as she tilts it to her lips, and I'm mesmerized, watching her slender throat bob as she swallows.

My slacks tighten around my thighs, and I tear my gaze away.

This is not the time.

"Can we talk now?" She sighs, a soft click follows when she drops her glass.

"Birdie," I begin. "You asked me some questions, and the truth is...I have no idea. I don't know what we're doing, I don't know what I want from you. All I know is that I've enjoyed our moments together."

"You mean sex."

"No! I mean our moments—well, that is part of it, but not all of it. I've come to cherish having you in my space, listening to you talk, watching you smile and laugh, even our fighting practice..."

"I asked for this date because if I'm being honest with myself—" I pause, taking her hands across the table, "I want more. But...you know it's not going to be easy Wren."

"Because of my brother." Her voice is quiet, resigned.

"He's my best friend," I say. "Jesus, I want to be able to touch you, kiss you... any damn time. But I can't, and like I told you earlier, a secret relationship like that...it'll only be a matter of time before we're caught."

The light in her eyes dim completely, her face crumples brokenly. And my heart, god, it squeezes painfully in my chest.

"Baby," I whisper. "Just...just give us some time. Everyday, feelings are involved and I don't want to hurt you, neither do I want hurt your brother—"

She bites her lip. "So we'll never be together for real then."

"What? I just said we need some tim—"

"No, what you're saying is that you'll never date me because it'll hurt your friendship with my brother."

"Your brother saved my—"

She pulls her hand from me. "Why did you bring me here, Ezra?"

"Where is this coming fr—"

She breathes. "I need to know. Why did you plan this date?"