Break-Fast. (Pun Intended)

Chapter 4 | In That She Finds Herself Labelled "Old Lady"

I distinctly remember telling him, this was a one-time thing, me falling asleep in the warmth of his embrace, he smelled like soap, and he was soft but oddly hard. Like a big warm teddy bear with muscles. I had never felt more comfortable, safer. I was content. Which is why I made a huge fuss about him being there with me wrapped in his arms when I woke the next morning, there was a dark look in his eye as I flung myself out of bed and told him off, about how inconsiderate it was of him to take over my space and how rude it was that he defied all of my decisions, and then I slapped him because, after everything I had said, he pulled me to him and kissed me, his lips were soft and warm. It may have been from shock because once I had done it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted my lips tightly against his, he ran his tongue against the seams of my lips, and I opened my mouth, allowing him access to my tongue, for the rest of the morning. The man was between my thighs, in my bed, making out with me.

I unconsciously ran my fingers over my lips as I systematically cleaned the apartment, awestruck, it had been like this for weeks now. He would come home from the club, kiss me hello, change into sweats, have dinner and we would sit on the couch and watch a movie, talk about our day, or have an intense make-out session. We never spent more than 3 hours without talking to each other, he would drop me off at the bakery every morning much to Max's annoyance and then head back to the apartment to get his bike and then go to the club, we had breakfast together, went shopping, had lunch together sometimes and then naturally have supper at home. I knew he loved olives and he knew I hated them, he soaked 90% of his dish in sauce while I ate mine plain, and he did things that I found annoying, like leaving his dirty clothes next to the laundry basket but never making the effort to use the damn thing and let's just not discuss how he always left the seat up regardless of how many times I asked him to put it back down.

We did odd stuff in the mornings now, like how when I was peeing, he would never wait for me to finish, he just asked me to spread my legs and would proceed to pee while I did. I never showered alone anymore. After my workouts in the mornings, he would shower with me, eat breakfast, and go about his day and in the evenings, if he had church. Which I came to understand was motorcycle club for 'meeting' he would call and tell me to wait for him, the chair in the corner of my bedroom was decorated with my workout clothes, the clothes I planned on wearing the next day with my shoes underneath it and his cut draped over its shoulders. My closet became duel owned. Black and white t-shirts dawned the side of it, next to my pastel blues, pinks and bright yellows and greens and jeans, faded and new hung next to mine and next to my endless rows of heels and sneakers, were his boots and sneakers.

Atticus Juniper King, road name Atom. The president of the S.O.T. Motorcycle club, a 27-year-old male, birthday 5th of March. Favourite movie: Gone in Sixty Seconds, favourite fruit: mango, prefers sleep pretty much over everything, enlisted in the Marine core at the age of 18. Mother named Sarah, narcissist, perfectionist, age 50. Living in a small apartment at the edge of town. He chooses not to visit her but when she's around, he does his best to please her. He has 3 siblings, Olivia, the second oldest sister, is married with two kids. Emilia third oldest, not married but is still dating her long-time boyfriend Barry and they have a 2-year-old and Priya, a 15-year-old. Smart as a whip, lives at the clubhouse and is primarily taken care of by Atticus.

I huffed, throwing myself onto my freshly made bed. Fridays were laundry days, which meant I'd spend most of Saturday ironing and straightening up the closet and Sundays were for church and rest. Which was why I was annoyed when my phone rang, and Charlotte's name flashed on my screen. "Hi Lottie" I heard laughing on the other end.

"Ari! I just got engaged. We're heading into Nova Scotia, I heard there was this awesome club in town? Oh god, Amy is throwing up. We'll get you on the way, wear something pretty" And she ended the call.