Free Beauty & The Biker by Glenna Maynard Page A

likes. I know her smell. My heart memorized all these things a long time ago. I will strip her down and ruin her for any other man. She has always belonged to me. She doesn’t remember but she will. When I want her to. When I allow her to do so.
    It’s hard to be so unfeeling towards her but I’ve had many years without her, watching from the shadows as she went on with her life as if I never existed. Every day she is with me she erases some of the shadows she left behind that darken my heart, leaving me torn between loving her and hating her. She CAN’T remember and I CAN’T forget.
    I had to get away, I lost control with her yesterday when I took her out on my bike. She was beautiful, like a fucking angel as she let go and soared with me. We were able to just be one with the wind. I could have had her on my bike. I could have bent her over the frame and took her every which way, she was more than willing.
    When she started asking about my parents and my childhood though, I snapped. How could she ask me, when she should already know.
    She was the one who held my hand when life let me down. She was the light in the dark. She was the girl who baked me heart-shaped cookies. 
    She is the girl I became the man I am today for. I tattooed my body to make her see ME , to make her remember ME . I killed my father to protect her from him and to bring her justice for what HE did to her—what WE did to her. Her not remembering all that we shared kills me. I had to get away from her. I try so hard to make her see me, to remember me, but she is so blind.
    I locked her in the dungeon hoping she would remember the time she got lost and locked herself in down there. She had the whole house searching for her. She was so scared. I knew she hated it down there at first, but it used to be her safe place as a child, and yet I locked her down there anyway when she said she was scared, wishing she could remember.
    I love her and I hate her. I own a fucking castle and I can’t escape her. Every stone seems to carry a memory of what was lost to me and what I have gained since she came back into my life.
    I gave her a chore to do and I took off. I had to clear my head. I ended up here, at the club, crashing on the couch in my office.
    “What’s with your ‘new’ housekeeper? I thought you always paid a few of the girls from the club to clean,” Rain questions, pressing me for answers that are none of her fucking business.
    “The fuck is it to ya? I owe her old man a favor,” I lie knowing I’ve had this planned. I made sure Hector Perez would never be able to pay his debt to me. I knew if I played my cards right, an opportunity would present itself for me to get Isa alone and she wouldn’t be able to fight the truth. I just didn’t count on my plan coming together so quickly, but once she offered herself so freely the opportunity was there, and she was mine again.
    That night in the hospital parking lot, I wanted her, I could have had her then, but if she is going to be with me, it will be forever, not for one night, because she feels she has no other choice. When I take her body, it will be because I already have her heart. I had it once, I felt as if I held it in my hands, to keep safe and then everything changed.
    I left my heart with her when I went away, and she sent hers away with me, or so I had thought.
    But she broke mine and I’ve wanted her to pay for it every day since. This time I will be the one to break hers, if I can help it.
    “Gee, touchy aren’t we. Having your period or something,” Rain taunts. She throws a pretzel at me and laughs.
    “Fuck off or I will send the girls home tomorrow night and shove your ass on the stage.”
    Rain used to dance for me, but I found she was better at managing my strip joint than performing. She keeps the girls in line. I only have one rule for her that she doesn’t shit where she eats. Meaning no fucking any of the girls who dance for me. Rain loves pussy and when I first hired