Rubble: Devil's Rose #12

Chapter 11: Alice Owens

I wasn't expecting the Devil's Rose Old Ladies to invite me to their meeting. I felt sort of out of place there anyway since they actually are with official members. I'm just having sex with one of them, the only single one left from the main group.

And when the meeting of the official members was done, and they came streaming out of the conference room to be with their Old Ladies, I searched for Nick as if he was mine to search for.

Violet stood beside me, waiting for Major, but since we were still waiting, the two of them were clearly having a conversation. Violet, although we are good friends, I can tell that she's not wanting to be around people.

She's usually very open with me about what's going on in her life, which I am certainly grateful for, but she seems different. Like it's something bigger than my words alone can help.

So, I let her drift off into the computer room alone, probably going to join a prospect that took over while the main people are off for the rest of the day.

I decide that it's best for me to eavesdrop on their conversation, but I have a feeling that it's about me. If it's not, I'll step away, but I think I deserve to know what they are saying about me. I step close to the door and lean my ear against it.

Their voices are muffled, but I can make out certain things like "prove something" and "wants to show independence." Oh, they are most definitely talking about me.

The door next to me (thank god) swings open, and Major steps out before Nick. My brother sweeps me into a big hug, telling me how proud he is of me and how much he loves me.

He kisses the top of my head, gives me another squeeze, and goes in the direction where Violet went. I stop him real quick, communicating that I think something is off with Violet, but he just nods his head, already knowing of course.

Nick eyes me up and down, taking in the clothes that I've decided to wear today. It's a flowy summer dress with little blue flowers. It's nothing special or the least bit sophisticated, but I can tell that he likes it.

"Listening in, sunshine?"

"It was about me, Rubble. I'm allowed to know," I proclaim, sticking my nose in the air.

"I told him the truth and nothing but."

"You didn't say anything about us...you know."

"Fucking, Alice. And no, I didn't say anything about the very hot sex that we've had."

I glance around us, making sure that we're in the clear.

"Shut up. Someone might hear us," I whisper, frustrated by him.

"I said other truthful things. I won't tell him anything about us until you're ready to tell him."

I nod my head, grateful that he understands. Or even if he doesn't, is willing to play along.

"Speaking of sex, wanna have some?" Nick teases, secretly grabbing onto my waist.

I roll my eyes at him, yank his hand off my waist, and walk away from him. I'm not entertaining him with this shit. I can feel his eyes on my ass, but I continue to ignore him even after he calls after me.

He's fast on his feet, trying to catch up with me, and it's my cue to start running away. I wave at the Devil's Rose MC members that I pass in the hallway, along with the partners and children that are present, as Nick chases after me.

Thank god Major and Violet are hiding away in the computer room because we're being suspicious as all hell.

As soon as I'm in the parking lot, I feel his arms around my waist, and he throws me over his left shoulder. A thundering laugh bubbles out of me, and I smack his ass, begging him to put me down.

"Come home with me," he grumbles, one hand on my ass.

He's desperate.

"Buy me ice cream first," I negotiate, staring at the shop across the street.

Without a second of hesitation, and not putting me down, he carries me across the street and into the ice cream shop. He sets me down in front of the counter so that I can order my ice cream cup (I'm not a cone person) like a normal person.

We sit outside in the summer air, and the heat isn't going away anytime soon. I at least can savor my ice cream a little longer than idiots (Nick) who decide to get a cone.

I watch his tongue swirl around the top of the cone, and I know that he's doing that on purpose. He thinks that that's what gets me going.

And yeah, he's not exactly wrong because I can't keep my eyes off of him, but it's going to take more effort than that. And especially after our long night, I'm still in the recovery stage.

But with that look in his eyes, he's going to convince me.

Not that I need much convincing.

I take a deep breath as I watch him, his green eyes shining in the light.

He's making me turn into a poet.

The last bite of my ice cream is just as good as the first, and as soon as Nick has thrown the cup away for me, he reaches out his hand to then take mine. I know he has plans for us.

Something that he's been thinking about ever since he left my apartment. Hopefully, that's where we are headed because I am not parking my car anywhere near his place, and I need clothes for my day of work tomorrow. I also cleaned the sheets; I don't want that effort to go to waste.

I like having a day off of work, but I also need my routine. I thrive off of knowing what I'm doing with my life every second of it, and Nick sort of threw me for a loop when he forced Hazel to give me the day off.

Though I'm sure the instant Nick told Hazel that I was taking the day, she was excited for me. If anyone knows how badly I need to relax, it's her. She spends every day with me, and not that it's affected the way that I work, some days are more overwhelming than others.

"My place or yours?" he asks me, and I tell him I would rather go to mine because of work, which he agrees to.

I don't think he cares much.

I get into my car and watch him get onto his motorcycle, which turns me on more than seeing him lick an ice cream cone. I pull out of the parking lot and see that he follows behind me until I pass the street where his apartment building is, and he makes the turn instead of continuing behind me.

Since we agreed on my place, I know that he's going to be there soon afterward, he's probably making a stop for clothes or something because he knows that he'll be staying over.

He's not wrong about that. He's right about a lot of things, unfortunately.

When I get to my apartment building, I park in my spot and head into my place, leaving the door unlocked. I kick off my shoes and just stand in my living room, unsure what to do.

It's not like I want to start watching a show because he's going to be here soon I'm sure. And I also don't want to be drinking when he arrives because then he's going to think I need liquid courage to have sex with him - I don't.

I also don't want to shower because then he could turn up while I'm in the shower and that would be weird, right? I also don't want to get changed because I wore this summer dress for him specifically so he could have sex with me in it first and then take it off.

I also don't want to eat because there's no point in that. I decide to brush my teeth since that feels like the safest option and then get an ice-cold glass of water (another safe option).

I sit on my porch to soak in the sun and be able to put my feet up after doing nothing all day.

I can't believe this is happening right now.