My dark secret

Chapter 5

So! Things are beginning to heat up in here (it's about time if you ask me!).

What would you have done if you were Catherine? Let me know in the comments!

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Tom

My phone blings telling me I've received a notification.

It's a message from Pete. We're at the pool.

I ride over to Catherine's apartment building not dreading every minute of my shift like I used to. In the last few days we've been getting along better. We still bicker and she's still annoys me but at least not all the time.

I arrive at the pool in time to see her ass crest above the water as she dives down. Damn, she has a nice ass.

When she resurfaces she smiles warmly at me. "Morning."

Pete watches her absent-mindedly as she starts doing laps. The ever-present shadow that is Bach paces up and down along the pool, following her. Halfway through a lap she stops and treads water.

"I have a question," she announces and Pete chuckles.

"When don't you have questions?"

Does she ask everyone too many questions? I thought I was the only one.

"Do you have a meeting room like in Sons of Anarchy?"

Pete and I exchange a look. "Sort of."

"And do you do the whole voting thing?"

"It depends," I reply.

There's a lull as she thinks about her next question. "And do you sleep with as many girls as they do in Sons of Anarchy?"

Pete laughs awkwardly. "Okay! That's my cue to leave."

He gets up and, after saying goodbye to Catherine, claps me on the back on his way out.

She smiles brightly and says goodbye to him.

I go over to where Pete was sitting and get comfortable.

She gets out of the pool, runs to the deep end, tits bouncing, and jumps in gleefully. Not a bad start to the morning.

Catherine

Bubbles fizzle around me as I resurface and I resume lazily swimming around.

"Why did you join the MC?" I ask.

"Because my dad's a member."

I stop swimming and look at him surprised. "Really? Who is it?"

"Damian."

It takes me a moment to put two and two together. "Your dad is the president?"

He nods and I can't tell if he's annoyed at my questions or entertained by my surprise. Probably both.

"So were you automatically accepted as a member?"

"No."

"So you had to be a prospect?"

He doesn't reply but I assume that means yes. "And what did you have to do to get accepted?"

He's starting to look annoyed. "Are you writing a book about me?"

"Well, I am a writer. I'm not writing one now but you never know about the future."

His scowl deepens.

"I always ask people about their lives. It's the best way to get first hand life stories and it's always best to write about what you know."

I decide to drop the subjects and go back to swimming my laps.

Wearing my sunglasses and swimming froggy style, I get plenty of opportunities to check him out subtly. His gaze never leaves me and I feel confident that my swimming style is showcasing my flexibility, ass and legs very nicely. I don't know why I want to tease him like this but I do it anyway.

"Do you want to join me?" I ask after watching him stare at me for a long enough

The corners of his mouth tilt up into what could be mistaken for a smile. "No, thanks."

"Aw, what's wrong? Afraid they might wash off?" I tease, nodding at his tattoos

He laughs. "Are you worried your one will?"

I smile and look down at my calf with Bach's footprint tattooed onto it. "Not this one."

"Do you mean to say you have others?" He sounds amused.

I smile at him flirtatiously. "That's for me to know and you to find out."

His eyebrows shoot up and I immediately regret what I've said.

"Oh, so it's like that is it?" he asks, smiling mischievously.

I don't know what to say so I dive under the water sunglasses and all. Smooth, Cat. Real smooth.

The world underwater is so beautiful. I don't have to listen to anyone, I love how the sunlight filters through the blue water and the quiet is exquisite. That all goes to hell of course when I come up for air and see Tom's smug face.

I swap my sunglasses for my goggles and nose piece and go back to swimming underwater in an attempt to block out any thoughts of Tom and his very gorgeous biceps. Unfortunately, it's not easy as I can feel his gaze burning into my back.

Defeated, I decided to get out of the pool and wander over to where I left my towel.

"I can only see one tat," Tom says, "which means either you only have one and you lied or it's covered by your bikini; and let's face it, that bikini doesn't cover much."

I glance over and he's smiling wickedly. "Can we drop it, please?" I beg. "And it's a normal bikini."

Still smiling, he gets up and follows me back to my flat.

"I'm going to change," I tell him once we're inside.

"Is that an invitation?"

I roll my eyes and curse myself for being so impulsive. "No," I snap and go to my room to change

After, I make breakfast and then take a nap while I watching TV. Last night I barely slept and today's yoga session was particularly taxing, hence the morning swim. By the time I finish eating and curl up onto the sofa with Bach, I don't care that Tom will be watching me sleep.

I wake up just before lunch time with a pool of drool on the cushion. Great, that's not embarrassing.

"What were you dreaming about'" Tom asks, making me jump. "You kept twitching in your sleep."

I shrug it off. "T'was nothing," I lie.

The problem with always being surrounded by big macho bikers is that it brings back a lot of memories of my past and when I spend too much time thinking about my past I get nightmares.

I smile weakly at Tom but he doesn't look convinced.