The Biker Giant's Claim: Ride To Desire

Jade~ ‘He might want to get a taste of me tonight.’ I murmured to myself while finishing with the motorcycle that my uncle had just helped me repair quickly. ‘I should get a pack of sheath on my way back home. He really is worthy of me, you know…’ “What are you talking about all by yourself? You should start going home, at least earlier today.” Uncle Duncan called for my attention, with his hands transfixed on his waist. I sat up and nodded at him, “I need to leave early as you said…” I giggled and rushed to clean up and begin leaving. ‘Mark would be so glad that we will spend the night together for the first time. I can't wait to watch him smile once I appear at his doorstep.’ I thought as I fastened my steps into the workshop and began picking up my things to begin leaving. Before I left, I texted him so he wouldn't get stuck at work when I was coming, but he didn't seem to be online. He was a pharmacist, and I understood that most times he was busy…although that had never been the reason he responded late to me. I tried reaching out to him via call, and his contact wasn't going through too. ‘He would see the text soon and get back to me.’ I told myself and waved uncle goodbye as I left the workshop. I branched off and purchased the sheath that I had thought about before, and finally began running down the road to get home quicker. I'd always preferred trekking back home instead of boarding a cab, at least to straighten my muscles after so much squatting at the shop. Along the way, my cell phone buzzed, and it was my boss from the underground fighters' mage, so I picked it up instantly. “Sir, I wouldn't be available just for this night,” I said to him immediately, because I knew something must have been up and he decided to reach out. “Is everything okay with you? I had something for you to take care of…” Pouting, I shook my head. I didn't want to miss this night with Mark, because I'd been counting, and it was our hundredth day of dating. He had waited this long to even have a first kiss with me, and I didn't want to break my promises to him on the first day we met. “Could you postpone it? I need the money too, but this is so urgent for me.” I pleaded with him. I had always taken up gigs from his mage so I could get medicines for my grandpa, so losing the gig was somewhat disturbing too. He sighed out loud from the other end and agreed at last, "I'll have someone get this done, but there is much left for you tomorrow.” “Thanks, sir!” I greeted, and he hung up the call. I shoved my short hair to the back and continued running down the road so I could meet up, and when I arrived, I stopped briefly at the entrance to catch my breath before getting in. I wiped my forehead with the back of my palm and adjusted my shirt, too. ‘How many minutes before I dress up?’ I thought and quickly recalled that I had texted Mark. I couldn't fathom why he had left my message unviewed since I texted him, but he had come online a few minutes ago. ‘Is everything okay with him? He doesn't leave my message unanswered, no matter how busy he is.’ I was about to dial his contact once again while taking short steps into the room, when a sudden sound of the door slammed shut made me flinch. I slowly put down my cell phone and darted my eyes around, but the sitting room was empty. Pouting, I took slow but steady steps heading towards my bedroom, because I wouldn't want to get in touch with my parents' anger this evening. And as I reached my doorpost and about to hold the doorknob, my dad's loud voice made my feet stiffen on the floor. “Are you deaf or what?” My dad yelled, the fury in his voice enough to make one's blood freeze for a long time. That was coming from my room, so what was going on? A clearing of the throat, and then my mum added, “Clara, speak to us, okay.” I pressed my back against the wall, wanting to hear what it was that happened in my bedroom in my absence, because if I showed up, Clara wouldn't speak any longer. “Dad…” came a masculine voice, causing my brows to crease. The voice was familiar, but I didn't dare to peek. “The truth is that the room was so dark that I didn't recognise Clara and mistook her for Jade. We…we made out, and that's…that's all my fault for not being able to differentiate between my girlfriend and her sister.” I rolled my eyes to both sides. I couldn't be hearing things. Wasn't that Mark just speaking? Why was he here when I was supposed to come over to his place instead? This could be my hallucination. What boyfriend doesn't recognise their woman and make out with another, thinking they are his? He must really be joking because I can't buy that as an excuse. First, he wasn't supposed to be here. Second, who took him into my room when I never did such a thing? I shook my head and folded my arms against my chest. “Clara, is that true?” I heard my mum ask, and everywhere went silent once again. “Did you intentionally get into Jade's room to get in touch with her boyfriend?” She always did that, yet pretended to be the nicest sister ever. Mark would be the third guy she was taking away from me, and I hated that she didn't even keep them along and only slept with them a few times just to shatter my heart…then dump them like they are nothing. “Mum, I've always…always loved Mark. But…I’m really….. “You’ve always loved your sister's boyfriend? This is Mark, Jade's boyfriend, and we all know that.” Mum scolded, but I bet that wouldn't last long. “So now, what do you two plan to do? Keep dating behind Jade?” My gaze narrowed. Wasn't that such a silly question? I was tempted to peek at them, but I knew the discussion hadn't ended, and I would disrupt it if they saw me. My chest was aching upon knowing that those two f****d themselves on my bed, messing it up. It was so disgusting that I didn't want to picture how they both kept groaning while spilling their s**t on that bed cover. “What about we pretend this didn't happen? We could just hide it from her since she hadn't returned to work yet.” Clara said so boldly, with no remorse in her voice. My jaw clenched, and I shut my eyes. I just didn't want to lose my temper for now. Please help me god. “Mark, what do you say about this?” my dad asked calmly. I raised my eyelids, my heart racing as I paid attention to hear Mark's response, as that would define what I had finally become. “Uhm, I think we should follow Clara's suggestion. Jade has a bad temper, and…. My boyfriend was a dickhead. I hated that I didn't see it until now. He wants to hide his cheating from me? That caused a knot to twist in my gut. I gnashed my teeth to hold myself from roaring out aloud.