Breaking The Bad Boy Biker

A cold but kind man

Jasmine p.o.v

Something warm embraced the entirety of my face. I slowly peeled my eyes open, my head throbbing like my heart was beating from inside it as I stared at an unfamiliar ceiling decorated with simple yet beautiful curves.

I could feel it, the headache had just woken up too and was starting to eat at the remaining braincells I had left, gnawing at my sanity, piece by piece.

I sat up, feeling my body protest with every muscle clenching and biting.

Where am I?

The cushions beneath me were soft that I almost sunk into it. They were warm too like a mother's embrace on a winter night.

Then that's when I felt it, something warmer but tougher than the–

*squeeze*...

I looked down at my thighs, feeling something clench them and I wasn't wrong.

It wasn't a muscle cramp or the blanket trying to cut off the circulation in my muscles... it was a human hand.

A large rough hand with a bit of scars here and there as well as some veins that pressed on the skin like a roadmap.

I traced the hand into the blanket and lifted the blanket slowly, trying not to freak out as skin faded into a canvas of tattoos.... and there he was.

The wonder of such a dangerous-looking hand.

His jet black hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, short and spiky almost with a bit of curl in them – though it only looks like it's pretending to have some curl in it.

his entire back was covered in a tattoo of what looked like the Mona Lisa but with a bit of a twist in it. She looked... less alive. Like the skeleton version of her with a rose sticking out of her eye. It was beautiful... but disturbing.

Right... this was the biker I tried to avoid when I first saw him. He didn't look like good news, someone I needed to avoid.

But it felt... good...

I blush at my thought and shake my head violently as I slap my cheeks. My heart started to race at the memory of last night. Even though I was a bit drunk, I remembered everything. The feeling, the look in his eyes, the sensation of my body...

He was a rough man and he almost didn't want to listen to my protests, but it wasn't too bad... it was... better than what I'd experienced which could be counted in one hand with my own supposed husband.

I grit my teeth as I laid back down and stared at the ceiling, feeling my stomach tense at the memory of how he's just thrown me out.

I was too loyal to him... never again. I was never going to love a man, no matter how good he acted on the outside.

Men are all the same...

Closing my eyes, I cursed at my own stupidity for not seeing it earlier. The signs were there, especially when he wasn't too interesting in sleeping with me.

He had no interest and I just assumed it was how he was.

Had I known...

"Dylan!" A voice I somewhat remembered but not entirely barged into the room. I quickly sat up and covered my naked body as I shot my gaze to the door in panic.

A guy, possibly younger than me ran in with just his boxers on. He looked like he'd just gotten out of bed and yet his expression looked like one who'd just seen hell.

"Dylan!" He yelled again, completely ignoring me as he rushed to the man's side and began to shake him.

"Fvck off. I heard you the first time." The tattooed man groaned deeply and turned away from him and faced me instead.

His eyes were still closed as I stared down at him, a little confused at what was going on.... but I couldn't deny, even with him still in bed, the way the sun glazed his skin and kisses his long lashes made my heart flutter.

This man was made for sin.

"Get the fvck up." The other man hissed as he grabbed the blanket and snatched it off his body, snatching it from me as well as he tossed it behind him.

I gasped in horror and folded my legs together and tried to cover my body with my hands. I grabbed the pillow and used it instead.

Luckily for this guy, Dylan, he was in his boxers.

"I will kill you." Dylan hissed as he turned to glare at the man who only rolled his eyes.

"Stylus is back." He said as he stood, watching Dylan who sat up and run his hand through his hair.

My eyes fell onto his masculine arm that seemed to twitch with every movement. His biceps were pumped slightly as he raised his hand, deforming some of the tattoos.

Who is this man?

"So what?" Dylan gritted his teeth, his expression looking angrier by the second. "We don't mind each other's business."

"I know, but I'm giving you a heads up." He sighed in annoyance, running his fingers across his face. "You know he's trying to get a hold of your title."

"He can't and he won't." Dylan got off the bed and my eyes couldn't help but drink in his entire body. The way his arm muscles twitch as he got up, the way his thighs tensed with each step he took, the way the muscles on his back flexed...

No wonder I wanted him....

Even in my drunken state... I was enamoured by him.

He grabbed the blanket off the floor and that's when his eyes met mind for the first time since we woke up and I blush intensively and look away, my heart pounding in my chest.

Those predatory eyes were going to be the end of me. He was too much of a man... he was deadly...

I know for sure his body count is higher than his age.

"If you don't respect me again, you know what I'll do."

I glanced over at him, wondering if he was talking to me and he wasn't. He was looking right at the other man's face as he spoke, his voice lower than usual.

"I've warned you eight times to stop barging into my room." He hissed, the intention clear in his face and at that moment, I was scared.

But the man he was threatening didn't seem to care.

"You're my brother, of course you'd do nothing." He rolled his eyes and suddenly snapped his gaze towards me, making me tense.

He looked young, but I could tell those eyes have seen things that even a man my age wouldn't want to see. His hands, covered in scars just like Dylan's looked rough, clearly he'd done things I wouldn't want to see.

There was something about these two, the aura they gave out was almost suffocating and not in a good way.

It was how their eyes shifted when they threatened each other... like they were about to murder each other.

It felt like I was staring at two demons arguing.

"Oh, I see. You got down with the woman who insisted you didn't want anything to do with?" The man chuckled, getting Dylan to tense so much that he gripped the blanket tight.

Dylan only tossed the blanket to me, covering me entirely as it landed and I pulled it off of my head but covered the entirety of my body with it, finally shielding myself from them both.

"It's none of your business. Get out." He ordered and the man chuckled and bit his lip.

"I'm making breakfast. Feel free to join." He winked at him and got out, closing the door behind him.

I sighed as I felt Dylan crawl back into bed. I couldn't help but look down at him and he sighed as he lay on his back and faced the ceiling.

"Ignore him." He said and I nodded slowly as I gripped the blanket.

"So... about last night..." I trailed off and looked at him. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea, that I was willing to go steady with him.

I was sick of it... I didn't want another man.

"Just two strangers and that's it." He saif as he turned over to his side. "It's nothing serious."

I sighed in relief and nodded before getting off the bed, wanting to eat something since my body was far too weak from the hungover.

"You may stay here until you're back on your feet." I suddenly heard him say and I quickly looked over to him, my he's widening. "Not everyone you talk to will have good intentions. You'll end up dead."

I didn't understand what he meant but I was only thankful he was considerate.

"Thank you... I promise I'll be out as soon as I find a stable job..." I sigh in relief and couldn't help but smile to myself. "Thank you... honestly...."

Had he not offered me a place to stay... I would have begged the bartender, since we were close last night.

Because I had no one to help me.