Chapter 66: Fallen God 21

Lola

“So?” Elodie smiled across the table at me. Two mugs of cream topped hot chocolate sat between us. We could’ve had hot chocolate at home, but she had wanted to grab some last–minute things for Christmas. I had to admit that it was good to get out of the apartment for a while. Not that I would ever complain about the two weeks I had spent almost totally alone with Dion.

I'd never lived with a man before, but he made it easy. There were no arguments, but I had a sneaky suspicion that was because we couldn't keep our hands off each other. My body ached in ways I didn't think possible, and I loved it.

“So, you and Dion?” She raised a dark eyebrow. “You guys getting on, I take it?”

I smiled, a knowing little smile. Getting on was an understatement.

Catching my look, her grin grew. “I'll take that as a yes.” Her eyes crinkled at the edges as she smiled and I beamed at her from across the table.

“It's been amazing.”

“You mean the sex?”

I blushed, casting my eyes around the packed coffee shop. They landed on the leather cut wearing biker in the corner who was purposely looking everywhere but at us. I knew he had heard her. It was his job to hear everything. His lips twitched. Following my eyes, Elodie laughed. “Don't worry about him. He’s just here because Jax insisted.” She shrugged.

“I thought it was usually Chance that followed you and Jax around?” I knew Chance, like I knew some of the MC members her brother and Chance rode with, but I didn't know the man standing in the corner.

“Chance is with the guys. They gave me a newbie.” She eyed him over the rim of the steamy mug she had brought to her lips. “Although I'm pretty sure I could protect myself better.” She giggled. “He's a skinny little thing, isn't he?”

Twisting in my seat, I glanced at the man in question. “Skinny as a rake.”

“Rake?” she spluttered. “I love it. I'm going to mention it to my brother that it should be the prospect’s road name when he patches in.” More laughter. “Legacy says hi by the way.”

Smiling, I pulled my attention away from the biker and back to her. “How is he? I haven't seen him around the apartment for a while?”

When I had first moved in, Legacy had popped around a lot. Handsome, witty and with a dark sense of humour that always went straight over my head, I liked Elodie's big brother. Even if some of his club brothers made me feel uncomfortable when they stared at me for too long.

Her smile slipped. “He patched in.”

“Oh, Els.” Reaching across the table, I covered her hand with mine. I knew from our many late–night conversations all about her past. I knew how much she hated the fact that her brother was following in their father’s footsteps. And all that pain was on her face now. “I'm sorry.”

Shaking herself, she schooled her face back into indifference. “It’s fine. It was always going to happen, and it makes him happy.” She shrugged and then her eyes lit up with mischief. “He was asking about you, actually.”

I stilled under the weight of her gaze. “He was, why?”

“I think, well no, I know he was interested. I told him to leave you alone. That you are with Dion.” She studied me. “Was that the right thing to say? Are you and Dion official?”

“Legacy was–” I swallowed hard. “Yeah, it was the right thing to say. I mean, I don't think I'd be any good as a biker's girlfriend.”

“Old lady.”

“What?”

“They call them old ladies.” She waved her hand between us. “Doesn't matter. You’re right, of course, not that I think my brother will ever take an old lady, but he was definitely interested in getting to know you better.” She winked. “So I wasn't lying when I told him you were with Dion, then?”

“Well, I've been living with him.”

“Not what I meant, Lola. Are you together? Are you a couple?”

Blushing, my hand shook as I reached for my hot chocolate. “I don't know, I think so. I mean, we sleep in the same bed, and we’ve spent every second of the last few weeks together. He calls me his and…”

“The sex is amazing?” She giggled. “I think we have already covered that point. But I'm not surprised in the slightest.” Her eyes skirted away before locking back on mine, and she leant across the table. “You guys aren't doing it on my bed, are you?”

Laughing, I shook my head. “No, Elodie, we aren't doing it in your room at all.”

“Just everywhere else.” She laughed and after a second, I laughed with her. “I'm proud of you, girl.”

“Proud?” I spluttered. “Why proud?”

Something flickered across her face. She glanced at the biker again. He was staring out of the glass door with a permanent frown on his face.

“No reason, just that it's hard to get involved with men like ours.”

There it was again, the shiftiness. She was hiding something from me. After being roommates for months, it was pretty easy to spot. “What is it, Elodie?”

“Nothing.”

“Has Dion…?” I couldn't even finish the thought, let alone the sentence. It was a silly thought, anyway. Dion had been with me the entire time. “Don't worry, ignore that.”

She eyed me; her face was soft. “Isla went live today. Well, late last night on her social media. The mainstream media picked it up this morning.” Her fingers squeezed mine. “Your name was mentioned.”

I did a double take. “Why mention my name? She wasn't even with Dion when we…well, when we first got together”

It didn't make any sense. Why did Dionysus Rising's old drummer keep having to bring me into things? She’d had her chance with Dion and she had wrecked it by cheating and getting pregnant by another man.

“She wasn't bitchy, not really. She just wished you guys well.”

I frowned. Yeah, I couldn't imagine anything coming out of Isla’s mouth as being anything but bitchy. The woman had hated me on sight. And that was before Dion had shown me the slightest interest.

“What aren't you telling me?” It was clear Elodie was hiding something from me. I just didn't know what yet. “Els, tell me?”

“The press found out that Dion has been living with you. I'm not sure who tipped them off. There were rumours going around that he had been seen out Christmas shopping with you and that you looked pretty cosy.” She took a deep breath. “That was pretty reckless on his part, but I don't blame him. Maybe someone recognised you and traced him back to ours. It wouldn't really be that hard to do.”

“They know where I live?”

Elodie nodded. “I’m afraid so, love. You can't go back there for a while. Not until they get bored, anyway. And don't worry, they will get bored. They always do.”

“Where am I meant to go?” I chewed on my lip. I could go to my brother’s, but I didn't much fancy living in orgy central. Or my mother’s. The very thought of that filled me with dread. It was bad enough that I had to go home for Christmas.

“You move in with Dion. He does have his own place, you know. It's pretty damn nice actually and you're already pretty much living together, anyway. Only you will be living in far more comfort.”

“No.” I shook my head. “No, Elodie. I love my home. I love sharing with you and–fuck!” I glanced back over at the biker. “He’s here for me, isn't he? Not you? Dion arranged it so I would have… Well, this is shit.”

“I know.” Elodie patted my hand. “I know it is, and that you didn't ask for it, but it's something you will need to get used to if you're serious about him.” Her eyes narrowed. “You are serious, aren't you? About being with him?”

“It’s only been a few weeks,” I said, shaking my head. The time thing was just an excuse, and we both knew it. “Yeah, I'm serious about being with him,” I finally admitted.

Elodie beamed at me. “Good, because…”

“Because?” I didn't like her tone at all. “Because what?”

“The press have found us.”