Wicked Games 9

Chelsea

I don’t know who he thought he was but the fact that he had had the audacity to ring me and tell me off was unbelievable.

I wasn’t a child and he wasn’t my family. He was nothing but a man I had made out with a little. Ok, he was more than that. At least he used to be. I had put my feelings for him to rest. Or so I was telling myself.

Still, his sudden intrusion in my life played on my mind. What right did he have to do that? To butt back into my life again. The mighty new president of the Black Aces motorcycle club had deemed it necessary to ring me, Why? Because I was embarrassing the club or was there another reason?

It was true that he had rung and text a lot in the first weeks after I had left and then there was nothing. And that suited me just fine.

I had a life to live. A life far away from Wicked and his panty-dropping smile and the club he loved so damn much.

Part of that life was enjoying myself. And boy was I enjoying myself. Sure my grades had fallen but I could