All Chapters of The Gentleman Biker: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I think I might have been wrong about Lyon; he’s not crazy. In fact, I’m beginning to think he might be some sort of genius relationship guru, or maybe this was just a fluke. No, he knew; I’m almost certain of it. When he talked about results, I was sure he meant that she’d think twice before lying or disobeying me again, but I had no idea that this was part of what he meant. How could he have foreseen this happening unless he’d been through it himself? I wish he’d warned me ahead of time, though, so that I wouldn’t have suffered as much.I’m not ashamed to say that her punishment had made me suffer right along with her because the thought of her hurting or being upset seems to be something new I can’t deal with. There should be a handbook that comes along with relationships, or maybe these are things that everyone else knows, and I just haven’t been paying attention. If that’s the case, it’s a wonder anyone ever falls in love. The shit’s more trouble than it’s worth.Then again, if t

“That information doesn’t leave this room. Silla doesn’t know yet.” In fact, I hadn’t even thought of it in some time, what with everything else that was going on. It just never seemed that important, beyond the point that it was probably the reason for Sam’s callous treatment of his kid.Besides, it wasn’t my place to reveal the truth to her, or it didn’t use to be. Now I think I’ll have to have a chat with Celine as soon as she gets home from the hospital. Silla has the right to know the truth. I’m sure she’d be pleased to know that the monster who’d terrorized her all her life wasn’t her blood, even though her biological dad had split before she was even born. At least, I hope so.“How do you know then if she doesn’t?” As usual, Lyon was the one asking the questions while the others waited for my answer.“Mace got it out of her mother when they first got here. As you know, that’s his specialty.”“Well, that puts a different spin on things. What happened to her father?”“According to

She only entered my mind five or six times the whole time we were outside, and as soon as we entered the gym, I remembered the way she’d looked that day when I’d walked in on her and the guys working out. Had that only been a few weeks ago? It felt like I’d known her for much longer.I paid attention to what the others were saying, of course, but thoughts of her remained present in my mind. I think that day was the first I’d ever felt jealous of anyone; that should’ve been my first warning, I guess. Even then, she was making me act outside of myself, making me feel things I never had before.I can’t wait to see where things go now that I am no longer holding back and no longer feel the need to. There’s so much I want to show her, so much I want to share with her. I can imagine her reaction the first time I take her to New York, to my home. Or the first time I take her for a ride on my bike. Speaking of which, I should probably see about getting my bike sent here since it looked like we

I’ve been to the bathroom twice in the last twenty minutes or so to empty my overactive bladder. I was so nervous about what was going to happen once Gabriel got back to the room that I couldn’t sit still, and it felt as if my tummy was about to fall to the floor at my feet. I am not looking forward to another day like the last one when he wasn’t talking to me.I tried justifying my actions to myself but came up short each time. He’d told me not to go in there, and I did. To him, it must seem like I have no regard for him or the things he says, but nothing could be further from the truth. It’s just circumstances that keep making me do these things, like going to the club when he told me not to. Hah, I’d forgotten about that one. Maybe that’s why he was such a bear this last time as well.I wanted to run to Chantal’s room but was afraid to leave the bedroom since he’d told me to stay put. Is he really going to make her leave? I hope he doesn’t yell at her or hurt her feelings. Chantal s

By the time I made it back to bed, it wasn’t long before the sun was set to rise. I fed her lamb when she started to cry as soon as I walked into the room so that she didn’t wake Silla, then got ready for bed. I felt better about the progress we’d made after finding the number in Calhoun’s phone, so I was more relaxed as I made my way to the bed.I stood there looking down at her for a few minutes, taking in the sight of her wrapped around my pillow, her hair spread out across it, no doubt leaving her scent. She looked so tiny lying there, dwarfed by the size of the king-sized bed, that I felt a clutch in my chest.That kept happening more and more of late as well, that feeling like I’d been zapped whenever I thought of her or looked at her. Now looking at her with her face relaxed in sleep and her mouth closed so she couldn’t give me hell, her beauty and innocence more apparent, I realized the enormity of the situation.Without me knowing and without even so much as a warning, she’d w