The Biker's Fate Chapter 577

Angel? Angel, my ass. That little pervert has sixty-nine right there in his username. I dropped my head to the desk. Figures I can't even play a video game without saying the wrong thing and pissing somebody off.

Maybe Josh's mom is right. Maybe I am a monster, frightening children and traumatizing the grown men around me.

As I continued to spiral, my computer pinged, and I glanced at the screen. A second chat box appeared with a message request from an anonymous user. I clicked accept and opened the message.

GuestUser0429765: Fuck with me again, bitch, and I'll tell my mother you requested naked pictures of me. You better watch your back. This is my house.

Little shit. I knew it. I slammed my laptop shut. I decided to sleep on this situation, because although he thought he had the upper hand right now, he didn't know who he was fucking with. Josh, not Huck, would now be the singular source of my rage.

I fell asleep thinking of ways to destroy him.

Huck knocked on my door at just after one the next day, and I seriously considered ignoring him. I mean, I hadn't slept (at all) the night before because I was plagued with dreams of him either yelling at me, or his leg being amputated, or his leg being amputated and then growing a face and yelling at me (don't judge me, dreams are weird, and you can't tell me they aren't).

At the current moment, however, I was standing in my pantry, trying to decide between Cheetos Puffs and Doritos Cool Ranch for lunch, and my stomach took precedence over the jerk standing in the hallway right now.

Pulling up my doorbell camera, I put it on live view and set my phone on one of the shelves as I continued to look for junk food to consume. Oh my god, he looked edible. A long-sleeved T-shirt, grey sweatpants, and his Nike's. Jesus.

"Daisy, I know you're home. Open the door, please, so I can apologize."

I pressed the microphone button and said, "I'm not feeling it, Huck, so I'll pass."

His head dropped and I watched as I opened the bag of Cheetos and popped one into my mouth.

"Daisy, look, I was an asshole. Please open the door so I can give you a good grovel."

"What does a good grovel look like exactly?" I asked, then ate another Cheeto.

"If you let me inside, I'll show you."

"Mmm, no, I think I need to see the evidence first."

He leaned into the camera and whispered, "Are you saying you want me to grovel in the hallway, Daisy?"

"Yep, that's exactly what I'm saying, Huckleberry."

"Daisy, please—"

"I'd like to see this grovel with you on your knees, Huck."

"You seriously want me down on my knees?"

I nodded with an evil grin, even though he couldn't see me. "So much so, I want to see the rug burns."

"What if I told you I had apology cheeseburgers?" he asked.

I dropped the Cheeto I was holding back in the bag. "Cheeseburgers?"

"Yep."

"With fries?" I raised my eyebrows. "And pickles?"

"Of course I got fries and pickles. I'm not a monster."

I grabbed my phone, wiped my hands on my jeans, and headed for the door. Pulling it open, I stalled when I saw Huck holding what could only be described as a pallet of food. "Um, I thought you said you brought apology cheeseburgers?"

"I also have apology Chinese, apology Thai, and apology Indian." He nodded toward the left-hand corner of the box. "And there's four types of ice cream and a cake. I wasn't sure what you'd be in the mood for, so I wanted to cover all the bases."

"You didn't happen to grab wine, did you?"

He stepped to his right and there was a paper bag at his feet. "Bottle of red, bottle of white."

I bit my lip and forced myself not to jump his bones in my doorway. "You may enter."

Huck grinned, and made his way inside, while I grabbed the bag of wine and followed, closing the door behind us. Setting the box on the island, he took the bag from me and placed it next to the food, then slid his arms around my waist, and pulled me close. "I'm sorry."

"Me too." I met his eyes and sighed. "I really was just trying to help."

"I know. You have nothing to apologize for. I was a colossal dick."

"I'll try not to stick my nose in your business, Huck."

"Fuck that," he countered, cupping my cheek. "I want you to stick your nose wherever the hell you want to stick it. My reaction was bullshit, and I'll do my best to make sure it doesn't happen again."

I tugged on his beard. "Yeah, you're gonna rein that in, huh?"

"Yeah."

I slid my hands up his chest. "Be all sweet and meek and agreeable and stuff?"

He shrugged, his blue eyes flashing with disdain, but he forced a smile and said, "Sure."

"Get out," I retorted, but gripped his shirt to keep him exactly where he was.

He chuckled before growing serious again. "I really am sorry."

"Thank you. I appreciate that. You're forgiven."

"I'm gonna kiss you now."

"If you don't, I really will kick you out."

He grinned, leaning down to kiss me and I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

"We better get that ice cream in the freezer," he said, once he broke the kiss.

"Okay. I'm kind of in the mood for Indian now, so we'll save the other stuff as well, okay?"