Teaching Aleck (The Last Hangman MC #2)(17)

“Not here, can we go to your place?”

“Yeah, if you want.” I rinse my hands, dry them and grab my bag and jacket from the closet.

“Thanks,” he says softly.

“Sure.” I nibble my lip. I’m not sure what he needs to speak to me about, but this doesn’t sound like it’s going to be a pleasant talk.

We walk to his bike. “I’m not getting on that.”

“Why not?” He looks at me confused.

“Well, I’ve never been on one and I’m wearing a dress and heels.”

“You’ve been on one…” He looks at me as if I’ve grown a second head.

“Uh no, I haven’t. I would remember it if I had.”

“Right…You were probably too drunk to remember it.” He shrugs.

“Excuse me?” I raise my eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“The night I saw you at the bar, when Bennett was keeping an eye on you and saving your ass from a f*cking creeper. He took you home…on his bike…”

“Oh…” Well I definitely don’t remember that…

“Yes, oh…” He chuckles. “Come on. You’ll be fine trust me, I’ll be careful.” He looks at me with pleading eyes.

“Do you have an extra helmet at least?”

“Of course.” He gets one from under the seat of his bike and helps me put it on. “Your hair’s going to be a bit messy, but you’ll be safe.” A faint smile hits his lips.

“That’s good to know.” I smile softly back and get on the bike with his help. I’m excited to be climbing on the back of a bike with Aleck, but this is just going to drive me crazier than before. He looks like he’s about to break up with me and we aren’t even together.

“Hold on tight,” he says wrapping my arms around him tightly and starts revving the engine and takes off a bit too fast to my liking. You’d think I’ve already been on a bike from hanging around bikers when I was younger but no, this is my first time, well that I remember of anyway, and the sensations are mind blowing. I swear he’s trying to end me! Being pressed this close to his body combined with the vibrations of the bike has my body tingling all over. This should be interesting. I’d be ready to forget he’s been a douche to me and jump into bed with him. I clearly need to get laid! It’s been so long…

The drive to my place doesn’t take long fortunately.

I reveled in the feeling of being pressed against him. He helps me with the helmet and get off the bike. “Thanks.” I smile softly and walk to the door, unlocking it and letting us in after disengaging the alarm before turning it back on again. You can’t be too careful.

“Do you want some coffee or a beer or anything?” I ask nervously.

“You have beer?” he asks rather surprised.

“Yes, why?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“Nothing, didn’t peg you to be the type of girl to enjoy a beer. Sure, I’d like one.”

“Clearly you don’t know me.” I glare at him and head to the kitchen. I know I snapped, but he’s so quick to judge me. He really only still sees me as the little girl I was when we first met. He’s so wrong about that.

I grab us two beers, walk back to the living room and sit next to him on the couch. “There you go,” I say handing him his beer.

“Thanks.” He takes a long pull of his beer and sighs nervously.

I take a small sip and ask him. “What’s wrong Aleck?”

“If only you knew…” he says softly.

“Then tell me,” I say as softly.

“I’m not sure you’re going to enjoy this talk, Line.” He looks at me sadly.

“I’d rather know why you don’t want me or a relationship with me, than keep playing this cat and mouse game. I like you Aleck, you know what I want. Just tell me whatever you have to tell me. It’s better I know than wonder what I’m doing wrong. What makes you not want me the way I want you.” I keep my voice even, surprising myself. I’ve never been this upfront and confrontational with anyone. I usually let people walk all over me, but I just can’t stand it anymore. I needed to tell him. I need to know if we have a future or if I should move on from whatever I thought we would have when I was younger…

“Alright…” he sighs.





CHAPTER 8



Aleck

I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to open to up, but she deserves to know.

“I was both lucky and unlucky with the way I was brought up. We lived in a big mansion, had loads of money and pretty much anything we wanted and some more, but there was one thing that my sister and I were missing, the love of our parents. My parents didn’t love us; they didn’t care about us at all. They were more obsessed with their country club and how people perceived them, than how we were. It was horrible growing up feeling like we were abandoned by our parents. They were out more often than they were home.

“Rose, our nanny, is the one who took the lead and raised us properly. She didn’t have to. At first, she was just our maid. I’m so lucky that she took care of us as if we were her own. We could always go to her. My mother never was maternal. When I was little, I didn’t understand why they didn’t love us or spend any time with us. We were good kids, never getting into trouble or anything. We blamed ourselves, my sister and I, we tried to make things better, but the more we tried the more we were pushed away.