There was something about her making me a plate and grabbing me coffee. She already knew how I liked it, and it all felt so fucking natural that I had to fight to keep my thoughts from straying most of the day.
These weeks have certainly tested my self-control. I’ve wanted to grab her and kiss the fuck out of her so many times. I’m sure that she has caught me many times looking at her lips. I’m not sure why I bother to hide it anymore. That’s until Bear walks in the room. Any thoughts of wanting to make a move flee the second he steps a foot inside.
Why? Why the fuck does she have to be related to the biggest mother fucker in the club?
Every day we had spent together she made me breakfast, lunch, and even supper if Bear and Sasha were running late. She told me what she remembered of her dad and brought out the pictures she had of him. I had to laugh at some of them because in most ways the brothers haven’t changed. They still had the same pissed off brother look. They just have a few wrinkles and some grey hair now.
Whenever Sophie had talked about her life with her mother, or that fucker Vince, I had to keep my anger in check.
She was always told what to wear, do, and say if she wasn’t in her own room. HER OWN ROOM! I couldn’t fucking believe it!
You should have the comfort of your home knowing that you can be who you are or wear what you like. She never even got to pick out her own clothes!
I almost felt bad when I knew that the women had went shopping for her, but she dismissed it because they were clothes she was never allowed to wear since all she used to be allowed to wear were dresses. I couldn’t believe the excitement on her face for wearing a simple pair of jeans or leggings.
I had given her a card and told her that it was from the club so that she could shop online for some clothes. I didn’t want to admit that it was from my own pocket. I wanted her to have a chance to pick out something for herself. I knew that Bear or Prez would make sure she could do that, but I wanted her to have something from me even if she didn’t know it.
There were some days that we were alone for hours. Those were the days that I had started looking forward to the most.
Sophie is something fucking special. Even if I can’t have her as mine, it’s almost enough to be near her and spending time together. I don’t even want to think about what will happen once we deal with her fucker of an ex and mother. I couldn’t imagine not spending every day together.
Today she decided to take a break from cooking and baking. She has made a lot of food for everyone over at the clubhouse and they all love her food.
I’m sitting in the kitchen with a coffee and she’s in the living room watching TV. It’s the most privacy I can give her. I can’t give her more than that. Part of me hopes that she doesn’t want me to.
I can feel her glancing at me every now and then, but I keep pretending that I’m not paying attention. I love the way her eyes feel on me.
I get a text from VP and can’t help but groan out loud.
Damien: The women are on their way to get to know Sophie. I sent Crash, Pyro, and Shield to help watch.
When he says women, I know that it’s not just Ella and Stacey. I have a feeling that a lot more are coming if they are sending more brothers this way.
I walk over to the living room and try to hide my amusement when Sophie acts like she wasn’t just watching me.
I turn my head a bit when a smile tries to break free. Fuck, I already feel like I’m a goner for this woman and I haven’t claimed her. Yet. Fuck, no get those thoughts out of your head. I can’t have this woman as mine. She’s too good for an asshole like me.
“Soph, the girls are coming to visit you.” I watch the way her eyes widen in surprise.
“What? Why would they want to come see me?” She places a hand on her chest and has a look on her face like she can’t believe that anyone would want to spend time to get to know her. It fucking guts me, and I want to hurt the people that made her feel that way.
“Darling,” I say raising an eyebrow at her giving her a look that what she’s asking is completely ridiculous.
She throws her hands in the air and looks at me like I shouldn’t believe it either that anyone would want to spend time with her.
I can’t stand the look in her eyes that she’s not good enough for anyone. When I get my hands on the people that made her feel this way, I will make them pay.
I walk over to her and grab her hand to quickly pull her up.
She easily falls into my arms and it feels so fucking right that I don’t want to let go.
Knowing now what she feels like in my arms, could I really keep pretending that I don’t want her as mine?
She lets out a gasp of surprise and I hear her breath come out shaky. I don’t feel a fearful vibe coming off of her and, when she looks up into my eyes, I know I’m right.
She’s looking at me
