The Biker's Fate Chapter 199

Kim

I PULLED INTO my garage and drove down to my parking space. There was a guest spot open directly across from mine and I silently cursed the parking gods for not making the lot totally full, so Knight would have to leave.

The roar of Knight's Harley echoed in the cavernous space, and I shivered. Damn it if I wasn't wet just by the sight of him in my rearview mirror on that stupid bike. Shit!

I turned off my car and dropped my head to the steering wheel, hoping if I didn't look up, he'd disappear. Unfortunately, an annoying knock came at my window and when I looked at him, he was grinning like an idiot. I grabbed my keys and climbed out of the car.

"Pop your trunk," he said. I did, and he grabbed my stuff, throwing it over a shoulder before closing the trunk again. "After you, sugar."

I fought back the desire to stomp my foot and walked as calmly as I could to the elevator bay. We rode in silence up to my floor and Knight walked toward the back of my home once we entered my apartment.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Laundry room. Can't mess up your floors." He grinned and headed toward my laundry room.

He knew how I felt about my home. Knew I took care of the things that meant something to me, both inanimate and live, and now he existed in my space like he belonged there. This both excited and scared me. I sighed and followed him, leaning against the doorframe, watching him drop the bags on the washer. "I need to take a shower."

"Want some company?" he asked, a sexy grin on his face.

"Not happening." I rolled my eyes. "Are you really staying?"

"I'm really staying."

"Fine. There's beer in the fridge, so help yourself." Without waiting for a response, I headed to my room.

I took my time in the shower like I usually did, but I decided not to blow out my hair, choosing to let it dry naturally. I would pull it back for my shift anyway, so despite my vanity and the fact that the man of my dreams was somewhere in my apartment, he was going to see me ugly. I dragged on a pair of sweats and an oversized sweatshirt and headed to the living room.

Knight stood at my kitchen island, a loaf of bread and various other items to make sandwiches in front of him, and smiled over at me. "You hungry?"

My stomach rumbled and I laid my hands over it with a nod.

"No tomatoes, right?" he asked.

"Huh?"

He grabbed a slice of bread. "You like everything except tomatoes."

"How did you know that?"

"Sugar," he said with a chuckle.

I sighed. "Not a big fan of mayo either."

"Do you see mayo on the counter?"

"Well, no," I conceded, and he grinned.

"What I don't get, is if you don't like mayo, why do you have it?"

"Dani loves it."

"Ah, makes sense."

"And I have tomatoes—"

"Because you like tomatoes in pretty much everything else," he finished.

I took a seat at the island. "Aidan, how the hell do you know this?"

"I know you, Kim."

"Not that well."

"You don't think?"

He slid a sandwich toward me, and I shook my head. "I don't get you."

"I'm not that complicated." He grinned and leaned against the island. "And even though you are to most people, you're not to me."

Okay, that was seriously sweet, although perhaps a bit on the stalker side.

I took a bite of my sandwich and chewed. Wow, it was really good. I could tell he knew what I was thinking by the annoying smirk on his face. I swallowed and raised an eyebrow in challenge. "If I'm such an open book to you, then why don't you tell me something most people don't know about me?"

"You're the most loyal person I know, but you hate the word 'loyal.'"

I forced myself not to react. He was totally right. My mom used to tell me that loyalty was paramount, even when she was screwing people over.

"You're the most selfless woman I know, but your mother still calls you selfish."

I gasped, then slapped my hand over my mouth.

"More?" he asked.

I shook my head. "How do you know any of this?"

"Because I know you, Kim."

"You're guessing."

He set his sandwich down and moved around the island, turning my stool to face him. "Sugar, I know you." Knight cupped my cheek. "We've been doin' this dance for over a year, but even before that, I knew you. I clocked you the second you walked in with Dani that first time—"

"Walked in where? The honky-tonk?"

"Huh-uh," he countered. "It was before that... when you and Dani came to Blush."

"You were there?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was." He stroked my cheek and I found myself leaning into his hand. "Pissed that Mack got you first, but saw you the second you walked in."

"He didn't actually get me."

Knight smiled. "I know that now, but back then, I couldn't touch you."

The stupid Dogs of Fire bro code.

"What changed?" I asked.

"Mack married Darien."

"He didn't get me long before Dare."

"Yeah, but you were off-limits." He stepped away from me and grabbed his beer. "Well, until the night you were hurt... then we came to an understanding."

"Mack has no say over anything regarding my life."

"It's cute that you think that." He took a swig of his beer as he leaned against the island. "Club rules, babe."

I rolled my eyes. "You know, your rules are kind of stupid."

He shrugged. "Kinda good for me to hear that, sugar."

"Um, no, that doesn't mean anything regarding us, Knight. It's more of a general observation."

He dropped his head back and laughed. "Okay, Kimmie. Whatever you need to tell yourself."