Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 59

[One Month Later]

Wren

"Birdie!"

I'm yanked out of my thoughts by Ezra's voice. He frowns at me, brows furrowed.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, stepping further into my room.

I blink at my phone, then at him. "Yes, why?"

His frown deepens, and he searches my eyes. "You're not dressed yet," he says. "You know you can tell me anything right?"

How can I tell him that I've been constantly harassed by a biker gang that wants him? Everyday Mitch calls, and everyday I have to hide to take the call.

Ezra's been suspicious, and I've begged Mitch to leave him alone, but he threatened Ray and Quincy.

How am I supposed to hand over the man I love to Mitch? Why do I even have to be the one to do it?

Those are questions I've asked but never got a response.

"Right, I'm sorry," I chuckle nervously. "I was just thinking."

Slightly, his head tilts. "You've been zoning out an awful lot these days, darling. Are you sure you're okay?"

I manage a small smile. "I am, I promise. It's probably mood swings."

Ezra doesn't look convinced. "Are you mad at me about something? I'll apologize right now, and it'll never happen again."

After that night he snapped at me, he apologized over an over and over. He got me flowers, and we made love when we got home despite the fact he was covered in gasoline, smoke and ash.

I never really found out what he did to the man, but he promised the man was alive.

Forgiveness was not hard to give when he groveled at my feet, besides I understood where he was coming from and I also promised not to be careless like that again.

All in all, it was a good night until Mitch called the next day. And he hasn't stopped since.

Pushing up on my tippy toes, I kiss him. He sighs in my mouth, returning the kiss but breaking away much too soon.

"You didn't do anything," I say.

"I know something's wrong. But if you don't want to talk about it yet, just know I'll be here when you're ready, okay?"

My eyes burn, and I swallow the lump in my throat. "Alright, baby."

He grins, giving me another kiss. "Get dressed. Hopefully this baby shower will cheer you up."

God, I certainly hope so.

As soon as he leaves, I get dressed in a simple pink leotard and an ankle-length flowery blue skirt.

It's not nearly the time for the baby shower, but seeing as I planned everything, I need to be there to make sure everything's perfect.

In less than few minutes, I'm all set, my hair flowing down my back in waves, and when Ezra spots me as I round the dining, his eyes shine.

"Wow," he gushes. "You look beautiful."

He always says this no matter what I wear, and my heart soars, as usual.

I give him a dramatic twirl, laughing. "You think?"

"Definitely." He nods.

I give him a once-over, taking in the pale pink shirt I had gotten for him, and the blue denim I picked out for him.

He's on both colours because we both know the gender of the baby.

"You rock that pink so well," I grin.

He looks down at his outfit and winks, striding up to me. "All thanks to you," he smiles. "I've missed you like this, all happy and smiley."

He presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss, and I wrap my arms around his neck, rising to my toes.

The hand around my waist pulls me closer, and all of a sudden, he dips me, kissing me until I'm literally senseless...breathless.

When he straightens, I succumb to fits of laughter, eyes wide and lips tingling in utter shock.

"Ezra!" I shriek. "Where did you learn to do that?"

He chuckles. "I've got moves, baby. But seriously...you're irresistible, breath-taking, ravishing—"

"Okay, okay," I snort, blushing. "We need to leave now. By the way—" I pause, smiling up at him, "thank you for letting me use your bar."

"Not a problem, sweet cheeks." He taps my bum when I walk ahead.

My eyes roll but there's no hard feelings to it, infact, a smile plays on my lips and it's the happiest I've been these past days.

"Would you want to have kids one day?" I blurt out the question, staring at his side profile.

He raises a brow at me. "I have a daughter."

"I know. I mean, would you want more kids...eventually?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On if I'm certain there's no attack on me or my family, or if I'm able to leave the MC."

My brows pull down. "You want to leave?"

"Not yet, but yea." He shrugs. "This gang thing...I joined for personal reasons, it's not what I want to do for life."

I hum. "I see. So you would want to get married?"

"Wouldn't you want that?"

"You don't strike me as the type to settle down."

He snorts, glancing at me. "Trust me, I'm a family man. It's only because I'm scared of your brother. If you were any other woman...you'd be my girlfriend by now."

"Oh."

"Yes, Birdie. I...well, my heart is involved. You have a lot of power over me, we've been exclusive, we fuck like rabbits, and we also have fun together. Looks like a relationship to me."

My heart thumps. "The last time you said something like this, you gave me a list of reasons why we can't be official."

"That was over a month ago," he replies softly, calmly. "Things have changed. They've gotten pretty serious. It's been what? Three months since we started sleeping together?"

He's right. Three months. Ninety days of living together, of being together in every way.

And a thought comes to my mind.

"It's been three months and we've never slept in your room," I say. He stiffens, knuckles tightening on the steering. "You look like you're hiding something."

I've never been in his room, never even cleaned it. And he has never asked me to.

A chuckle sounds from his lips, its forced and awkward enough to raise my brows, and my suspicions.

"I've always liked my privacy..."

My eyes narrow. "Are you lying right now?"

"What? No. Why would I lie about my room?"

"You tell me."

He sighs, glancing over. "When we get home, we can sleep in my room tonight."

"I'll not forget," I say.

"I don't expect you to."

We pull into the parking lot of the bar, and the moment we approach the building, my jaw drops, eyes lighting up.

Blue and pink balloons form an arch along the entry way, and when we step in, I'm even more blown away.

"Oh my goodness," I gasp, taking in all the carefully crafted decor. "Ezra, look at this."

He steps beside me. "It is stunning. Where's Brandon?"

Brandon, the event planner I hired appears from behind the tall blue and pink cake, rounding the tables filled with blue and pink snack, and accessories.

He pushes his glasses on his face, a clipboard in his hand. "Miss Carlisle, Mr Jax."

"You did a wonderful job with this place, Brandon."

"Thank you," he blushes. "So, everything is all set up. I just need to put the petals on the floor, they came in at the last minute."

The can of petals sit atop one of the blue colored round tables, and I grab it. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. Are there any more balloons? We're expecting two kids."

Beth and the kids will make an appearance today, Ray offered to pick them up since Ezra was bringing me here.

"Definitely." Brandon points to the door at the back. "There's a ton of left over decor in there, besides, I'm not leaving until all is said and done. So please, if you need anything just let me know."

Brandon and I had gone shopping together for appropriate decors and the cake tasting sessions. The past few weeks have been hectic, coupled with Mitch's calls, I'm so glad everything is about to pay off.

Ezra appears from behind the bar, soft music thrumming through the speakers. The lights come on, and yup...it's perfect.

I grin at him, and he grins too, striding towards me the moment my phone rings.

He looks at it. "It's an unsaved number."

Mitch. God, not again.

I swallow, clicking my phone off. "I know."

His frown deepens.

"Aren't you going to answer it?"