The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 44

***POV - Damion

We stand huddled in a small group in the garden in front of the hotel, dressed up in suits, waiting for the girls to arrive. I notice the daylilies in full bloom forming an ocean of diverse shades ranging from orange to scarlet, as well as the people arriving for the freshmen-gala as if in a slow-motion dream. Oh, dreaming is nothing new to me, no, since the little blond who solidly stole my heart and soul, entered my life, my sense of reality has been misconfigured.

"Earth to Damion!" I turn my head when Jackson bumps me with his fist on my arm. Logan is still sulking, so Jackson took his place as Ava s companion for the night.

I blink a few times and then notice the waiter standing next to me holding a tray filled with glasses of champagne, the golden liquid shining in the light coming from the intricate wrought-iron street lamps.

I smile and take a glass, looking at the 4 men holding up their hands for a toast. I stretch my arm into the air and my glass clings against theirs.

"To getting laid!" Enrique shouts with a big smirk.

"Except for you," Jackson says quickly and stares straight at me, a killer look in his eyes. I tip my glass at him, then take a small sip from my drink. Until they ve mentioned it now, I haven t even thought about that – not that I don t want to cause I seriously do – BUT I ll never press Mel. Hell, the girl is as innocent as innocent can be. I swear I was the first ever to touch her boobs. Thinking of her perfect soft orbs, a big goofy smile spreads over my face.

Bam!

Jackson hits the back of my head, giving me a stern look. I hold up my hands conceding defeat – I don t want to get into a fight with him. Jackson doesn t need much to go all crazy.

A few of the press guys run closer to us, probably hoping for a fight or something. The paparazzi have been waiting impatiently next to the red carpet for us to enter the building. I don t know how they always figure out every step we make. It s the only part of my life I truly hate – having no privacy.

Enrique s date arrives, a beautiful brunette, and they head inside, posing for photos as if it s nothing. The press loves Enrique cause he s Hollywood s golden boy and he doesn t hide anything, openly causing scandals wherever he goes. But even though he seems to screw around more than the rest of us, it s not a true image of the real him. Enrique is not the guy he portrays on social media. He waves at us before heading into the building.

The limo pulls up and Jackson opens the door for the girls that get out one by one and I wait with twisted intestines for my angel to appear.

Kiara is up first and she looks stunning in a figure-hugging green dress, making everybody s head turn and most of the guys drool. She sure is one extremely pretty girl, looking something like Angelina Jolie, and Sean smiles from ear to ear while walking down the carpet, the press for sure liking the two of them together. Sean (being the famous good boy Reaper rider champion) has to stop and answer a few questions, no doubt about his date before they re allowed inside.

Ava takes Jackson by the arm, and Lucinda goes with Noah. They both look just as nice as Kiara, wearing red and black. Jackson gives me one last look over his shoulder before entering the building. He doesn t pose for the cameras, hating the press even though they love him, and he usually tries to keep out of the spotlight.

"Tonight I would like to confirm that I ve officially asked Melaena to be my girl and she made me the happiest man on earth." I look lovingly at my flesh-and-blood angel, but she s playing with the heart hanging around her neck.

"I would like to ask you, to please respect her privacy though." I grab her hand and entangle my fingers through hers.

"Damena forever!" Someone shouts and then they all start chanting 'Damena! Damena!'

I take a sly look at her and see her biting her lip. It s driving me crazy and it takes every fiber in me to hold myself in right now. All I want to do is take her back to my place and fuck her hard, over and over again.

"So what about Chloe?" Someone shouts and I have to take a deep breath before I answer the question.

"Chloe has never been in the picture, she s just the daughter of my sponsor. And I can truthfully say that I ve never even kissed that girl. Melaena is the only one for me, ever since I was just 8 years old."