Chasing The President's Daughter

Chapter 3 - Big Bad Biker Dude

Chapter: 3 

Eliza's POV:  

I sat on the bench by the entrance of the store, with news-paper I managed to snag from a homeless dude, I peeked from behind the paper to get a look at the main doors, Tall, skinny, lanky guy; Big Hispanic, short woman, Big, Burley, buff biker. Bingo.

Leaning closer to get a good look I watched as he slipped the cashier money to pay for the six pack of Bud-Weiser he had in his hands. He said something to the cashier and the man at the desk motioned to the back of the building, He was heading toward the restroom. I craned my neck a little and the big Hispanic woman put her butt in front of the glass blocking my view. Great, this couldn't be more awkward. Or, it can actually...  She picked a wedgie. She picked a fricken wedgie right in my face. Did she just give her bum a pat? Did she really spank herself after scratching? I hardly notice Biker Dude coming straight out of the doors, as they signaled a bing when they opened.

I coughed to catch his attention, he turned around and gave me a creepy smiled as his eyes gave me a once over, "Yes, miss?"

I glanced up awkwardly meeting his eyes throwing the wad of cash, "Uh, here you go." 

He gave me a puzzled look, "What the-" I took off running before he could finish his sentence. "Thanks for the Bike!" I ran across the highway, hearing my shoes give a loud thud with each slap creating a steady beat. I didn't give one look back, and ran faster as he screamed profanities realizing his bike was stolen, and placed across the street.

I spotted the bike and soon enough Will came into view on the bike and parked in front of me. "Glad you could finally make it, big guy over there give you any trouble?" Will asked cocking his head slightly. Throwing my legs over the backseat and wrapping my arms around his waist I muttered, "Shut up and drive."

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Will's POV:

Once we were about two hours from where we originally were, Eliza decided that since it was her money spent, we should rent a hotel and catch of on her Beauty Sleep; after another hour of nagging I finally caved. A man's gotta sleep anyway. 

Sliding the master card in the Presidential Suit (Ironic, hey?), Eliza plopped down on the bed letting out a dramatic sigh, "Oh Satin bed sheets, how I've been missing you so much; Where art thou been?" she said fanning herself, I gave a small laugh; "I'm sleeping here tonight doll, you can take the couch.”

“Oh, you’re too cute, Will!” She said pinching my cheeks, “It is I who is sleeping here tonight, you can take the couch.” I let out a low laugh, “You sure about that?” I questioned. She placed her hands firmly on my chest pushing me on the couch, “Positive.” She replied.

I smirked, “So you’re pregnant now, Eliza? I wonder what daddy would say about that, I’ll have to give Mr. President a call, he’s number one on speed dial after all.” She gasped fanning herself profusely, “Will! How dare you say such a thing! I ought to get a restraining order on you for such foul ideas about a Southern Bell Such as myself.” I laughed pulling her on top of me, her leg around my hips, “Well if this isn’t a kinky position Miss Southern Bell, I don’t know what is, doll.”

She trailed her delicate hands up and down my chest making me let out an involuntary groan, “Will…” she said as her fingers walked across my stomach, getting lower and lower, I gulped, “Yes?” She brought her face closer to mine to where if I leaned a centimeter forward, her lips would meet mine. I closed my eyes and leaned in and kissed nothing but air before I heard her final departing words, “For the Mistake.” she whispered coldly, like acid down my spine. I opened my eyes and saw a horror story that was too late to press pause on, she brought her knee to my groin and smiled as I doubled over in chronic pain., “What the fuck, Eliza!” I screamed cupping my balls, “What the fuck was that for!” 

“You know exactly what that was for, Will.” She deadpanned. Realization dawned on my face, “I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“Save it for another time, I’ll go get you some ice for your-” She trailed off, “Let’s just hope I didn’t damage you’re chances of reproduction, pity; who wouldn’t want Little Wills running around all over the place?” She said sarcastically, heading towards the mini fridge in the suite. 

My balls throbbed where she hit me and soon enough she came back with a bag of frozen pees, I gave her a questioning look, “Pees?” I questioned. She smirked, “Tiny balls, for your tiny balls.”