The Biker's Fate Chapter 218

Kim

SATURDAY NIGHT WAS the night to party and let off some steam. Opening Ceremonies had been the night before and once we'd walked through with our teams, we were given a chance to relax since we weren't riding until the following week. We had a party to go to and I was looking forward to some music and dancing.

"Did you freak out like I was freaking out?" Courtney asked as she rolled her hair up in hot curlers.

I was sitting on my bed with a lit mirror in front of me applying makeup. "When?"

"Last night! Holy shit, there were so many bona-fide athletes walking with us, it wasn't even funny."

I sighed. "Right? I mean, I guess we technically are too, but for me especially, it's something I've been doing my whole life and as long as my horse and I are bonded, it's not even hard. I don't remember ever having pulled muscles or torn ligaments or anything."

Courtney nodded. "I broke my arm once when my horse refused and sent me flying over his head... so, maybe that counts? Of course, it didn't stop me from riding, just competing for a couple of months."

"I have never broken anything." I leaned over and rapped my knuckles on the nightstand. "Knock on wood. I've been pretty lucky that my injuries have all been really small and even with refusals, I've managed to stay on."

"Lucky you," Courtney said. "Are you nervous about the competition?"

I nodded. "The cross-country's freaking me out a little."

"Holy cow, me too." She sat on her bed and crossed her legs, facing me. "Aidan said we'll be able to walk the course, but I wish our horses could go with us."

"Me too," I said with a sigh. "I don't feel like I need to prove I'm this amazing horsewoman, because if Foz could see the course, I could sit back and relax and let him do all the work. However, now I have to actually use some form of skill."

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Okay, bitch, whatever. If I tried to do that with Mystic, she'd throw me, stomp on me, and horse laugh as she dragged me back to the finish line."

Courtney's chestnut Hanoverian mare was big, almost seventeen-hands, and even though she was an incredible sight to behold, she had a feisty, girl attitude that I'm not sure I'd tolerate. Courtney, on the other hand, handled her beautifully.

"You'd both look beautiful as she was dragging your ass back though."

Courtney giggled. "This is true. She's a pretty girl for sure."

I finished with my makeup, fluffed up my hair, and then put all my stuff away. Unlike Courtney, I was a neat freak. Court was more in line with Knight... clothes on the floor, makeup, hair styling products, and brushes dropped in various places around our little apartment.

Despite our exhaustion, Courtney and I put effort into our dinner attire. I went classy biker chick with big hair, but minimal makeup. Courtney decided on slutty rocker chick with heavy makeup and even bigger hair.

"Ohmigod, you look great," I said.

"So do you! You sure you don't want to whore up a little?"

I giggled. "Um, no, I'm good, thanks."

"I'm hoping to snag me a trainer," she said. "Think I have a chance?"

"With Aidan?"

"Yeah, who else?"

I was once again hit with the desire to scratch her eyes out.

"Doesn't he have a girlfriend?" I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.

"Does he?"

"I thought I heard him say that. I could be wrong. You could always ask."

She sighed. "God, that would suck."

I gave her a sympathetic smile. "Wouldn't he fall into the competition category for you?"

"Nah. He's the trainer to beat all trainers, and if we win, we'll be able to write our own ticket. Could you imagine the empire he and I could build? It would be magnificent." She smiled. "You did say girlfriend, right? Not wife?"

I shrugged. "No clue."

"Well, let's hope it's just girlfriend. That means I have a chance."

"What about Conner?" I asked.

"Oh, I can have fun with him on the side," she said.

I was finally seeing exactly why Knight wanted to keep us a secret. If this woman was willing to go behind another woman's back, I can't imagine what she'd be willing to do to sabotage me if she knew he and I were together. She kind of frightened me in that moment.

A knock at the door brought me out of my morbid thoughts and Courtney opened it and went slutty, breathless siren again. "Hey, Aidan. You look hot, baby."

"Ah... thanks, Court." He smiled and sideswiped her touch as she reached out to do what, I don't know. "You ladies ready?"

"Yep," I said. With her back turned to me, I gave Knight a look that I hoped relayed my murderous thoughts at that moment, then grabbed my room key and followed them out.

"So, Aidan, I was wondering if you have a girlfriend at home," I asked as we walked. Courtney leaned in for the answer and I smiled innocently up at him.

"Nope."

I couldn't stop a quiet gasp, my heart racing as my blood began to boil.

"You don't?" Courtney asked, her tone one of anticipation.

"Nope. Got a fiancée," he clarified.

I forced myself not to glare at him, mostly because he was kind of brilliant knowing I couldn't counteract the information. "Oh, really?" I challenged.

"Yeah. We're gettin' married when I get home."

"You don't say," I ground out.

He grinned. "Yep. She's super excited about it, too. Texts me constantly about how she can't wait to be my wife. I think she's pretty much got it planned out."

"Does she?" I said, my tone laced with warning.

"God, she sounds like a pain in the ass," Courtney said.

"Hey, let's not talk about my woman like that, yeah? She's incredible," Knight said. "Seriously, the best person I know."

"Sorry," Courtney grumbled. "I'm going to catch up with Morgan."