Kiss 💋 and ride

The Biker game

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Chapter 2: The Biker’s Game

(Zane’s POV –)

Zane had been in plenty of bars, but this was a first.

Some random girl kissing him like her life depended on it, then looking at him with those wide, slightly panicked eyes. Like she just realized what she’d done.

He could walk away. He should.

But where was the fun in that?

Zane kept his hands on her waist, just enough pressure to keep her close but not enough to trap her. He could feel her pulse racing under his fingertips.

"Well?" he prompted. "Gonna tell me who you’re running from?"

Her lips parted, but she hesitated, flicking a glance over his shoulder. Zane followed her gaze—straight to some i***t in a dress shirt, fists clenched, looking ready to kill.

Ah. That kind of kiss.

Zane smirked. "Lemme guess. Your ex?"

She inhaled sharply, like she didn’t expect him to read her that fast. Cute.

Instead of answering, she took a step back, like she was trying to escape the situation. Not happening. Zane grabbed her hand, spinning her back toward him with an easy pull.

"Not so fast, sweetheart."

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t fight him. Interesting.

Zane leaned in slightly, voice dropping low enough that only she could hear. "You wanted to make him jealous, right? So why stop now?"

Her brows furrowed. "Wait, what?"

"You started this game," Zane said, brushing his thumb against the back of her hand. "Might as well play it right."

Her throat bobbed in a swallow. She wasn’t used to this. A reckless girl would’ve laughed, flirted back. But this one? She wasn’t reckless at all. She was acting out of character.

And Zane was very curious about why.

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(Lena’s POV –)

Oh. Oh no.

This wasn’t supposed to go like this. I was supposed to kiss a random guy, shake Eric’s ego, and leave. Not… whatever this is.

Zane was still holding my hand, his fingers warm, confident, like he did this all the time.

"Relax, sweetheart," he said, his voice a low hum that sent a shiver through me. "You made your move. Now let’s make it count."

"I—" My words died in my throat when he pulled me closer, his arm casually sliding around my waist. I stiffened, but he only chuckled.

"That i***t’s still watching," he murmured. "So unless you wanna look like you regret that kiss, I suggest you go with it."

My stomach flipped. My mind screamed at me to walk away, to regain control. But my body stayed right where it was.

Because he was right.

Eric was watching. And he looked pissed.

A small, rebellious part of me—the part that had been shattered just moments ago—wanted to see just how far I could push him.

I exhaled. "Fine. But just for tonight."

Zane’s smirk deepened, like he’d just won a game I didn’t even realize we were playing.

"Atta girl."

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(Eric’s POV – )

Eric’s blood boiled.

Lena was still there with that biker, still letting him touch her, still letting him whisper in her ear.

She was his.

She wasn’t supposed to move on. Not like this. Not with him.

Eric grabbed his drink, downing it in one go.

If she thought this was over, she was dead wrong.

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