Divorced And Claimed By A Biker

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**Thalia

Beers had become my means of escape from reality. Nothing had bothered me more than Vito and the sort he came with. It could have been better if we never met in the first place, because none of my attempts to get him out of my mind worked out.

Lilo had come over sometime to explain to me how nothing happened between Vito and the stripper. She had also shared with me the footage that was captured right there, and everything seemed to be true. But I still refused to consider him again.

“Just tell him to move on with another woman if he wants. I can't stand being hurt this way all in the name of dating." I said to her, and I liked that she respected my decisions.

Still, I couldn't believe myself.

Each day, I had to work overtime because I expected him to show up at my workshop. I hoped that he would, and even though I would try playing hard to get, I'd still give in happily that he at least wasn't over me.

I hadn't taken his contact, and even if I had, it wouldn't look good to text him first.

Since the footage showed everything, and according to Lilo, she had explained my anger to him, wasn't he supposed to show up and talk to me in person?

‘What is even wrong with me?’ I arched my brows, disliking the overthinking that I got myself into recently. ‘If he moves on, would I drag him to myself? He could have lost interest, and that's still okay.’ I reminded myself and went back to work.

During the weekend, I decided to go grocery shopping for myself and my mum. I was in the supermarket, packing a lot of things that we needed. I planned to get home with hers first, then return to purchase mine, so I wouldn't bear a heavy load on my bike.

I succeeded in taking home her groceries, but she was asleep when I showed up, so I didn't want to bother her and left quickly to go back to the supermarket. After I was done with picking up mine, I had the cashier check them for payment while I used the restroom.

As usual, I checked if there was CCTV there, because I do not have the strength and time to sue a business brand for capturing my nude. When I was sure I was safe, I did my thing quickly and unlocked the door.

My eyes flew wide, “Oh my goodness!” I shrieked upon coming face to face with a man standing and staring at me with dirty smiles across his face. He was so tall and muscular, his beard so unkempt and his dreadlocks packed up with a ribbon. “Excuse me, please.” I managed to say, since he wasn't obstructing the way.

Was he blind or lost his senses? This was the female restroom.

“Hey, did you hear me? I have to get out of here.” I said again, more politely.

His shoulders dropped, and he marched forward, causing me to step back and with my expression twisted.

“What's with you? Do you realise how you obstructed the whole entrance? I can't leave unless you step away, and this is the female restroom.” I gestured, raising my face to get his gaze too.

He glanced backwards, and then at me, “I prefer here than there. We would be comfortable here.”

I furrowed my brows. Was he referring to himself alone or me?

“Hello, shift aside so I can leave, and you do your thing.”

“I came here for you,” he said, and my lips dropped in shock. “You shocked? I came all the way here to see you.”

What nonsense was he talking about?

“If you want to see me, then we need to step out. People use the restroom, and we can't be the reason for them not to relieve themselves.” I said, trying not to sound harsh.

He looked down and slammed the door shut.

“What…what does that mean?” I pointed at the door, my eyes growing large. “Do you get anything that I say? We have to f*****g get away from here. Or you want the security personnel to drag us out, and we cause a scene?”

He marched closer until there was no space between us. His hand reached to my neck, and I quickly shifted back, but my back hit the sink, and I winced silently.

“Just stay quiet, and I will be done in a few minutes.”

Done with what? Is he okay?

He came closer again and tried to touch me, but I caught his arm and twisted it, and he groaned.

“Whoaah! You got some nice strength."

“Get out of my way!!” I yelled and tried to push him, but he wasn't bulging. ‘Oh God, what is this?’ I stomped my boot on his feet, but I wasn't sure if he even felt any slight pain, because he quickly reached for my throat and yanked me closer to him, causing my breath to choke.

I tried my best to get his palm away from my throat, and I realised that no matter how much I can fight, there are some men my strength can't match.

He pinned me to rest on that sink; his body hovered against mine. “It doesn't take time, sweetie. Just a quickie,” he whispered, his dirty teeth coming into view.

I tried to knee his groin, but he had trapped my body in such a way I couldn't fight back, and I began hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling.

My throat hurt. I just wanted to breathe again.

If he let go of me for a short time, I would hit his groin and face at a time and escape, but he seemed to be so ready before getting in here. Or was it because he was gigantic?

“Look at me sweetie…” he muttered, and I felt his hands on my shirt. “Better you keep it low, because no one here will believe whatever you say,” he added, and the thundering sound of my shirt caused my eyes to grow wider. “How do you wanna go with these nice oranges here?”

Oh no! I couldn't let this man succeed, so I tried to play along.

“If this is what you wanted, you could have just told me instead of ripping my shirt. Am I supposed to get out here naked when you're done?” I said the moment he let go of my throat. I looked down at my boobs, only wrapped with the bra I had on.

He stretched for my left boob and tried pressing on it, when I held his hand midway. “What again? Didn't you just play along?”

I nodded, “But you're going to give me your shirt first. I'll hold it before we start anything.”

He stepped back, and that was the only privilege I got. I reached out to his groin with my boot and then released another on his belly, having him stagger backwards. I grabbed my shirt and covered my chest, reached out to the door quicker…but he happened to recover fast and pulled me by my hair.

A scream escaped my lungs; my eyes shut.

I was trying to contain the burning in my scalp when a groan echoed in the space. My eyes flew open, and I turned around to see the man sitting on the water closet while Vito was standing before him and releasing several punches to his face.

My heart was already in my belly. Seeing the gigantic man so gullible now should have made me happy, but I was scared Vito would have him dead and another matter would arise, so I reached out to his arm. “Let's go away from here.”

He pulled out his jacket and handed it to me, “Put it on…”

I didn't oppose it and had it on.

As he turned to the man again, I was fast enough to hold him back, and then we began leaving.

“My groceries…” I muttered.

“I paid for them, and they are in my car trunk.”