While my mother is still adamant I’m to become a lawyer, which is just fucking hilarious, I’m on my way to become an ER doctor, just like Doc, our soon-to-be president, meaning even though he’s a year older than me, I’m going to be in the same medical year as him.
I’ve worked my fucking ass off to get to where I am, and I refuse to allow my mother to hold me back. Becoming a doctor is my dream, as was becoming an officer brother for the Rebels, taking over from my dad but the thought of being close to my mother gives me hives.
Working at Rebel’s Motors is more of a hobby that I get paid for and promised to continue even after I start at the hospital and that was after Dad ensured I’d take his role within the club when he saw my hesitation.
I put my phone away just as I bump into someone, and a gasp echoes as I grunt at the impact. A zap goes through me, like I’ve been electrocuted, shocking me, and I suck in a breath as I press my hand against my chest.
What the fuck?
“Ouch,” a voice chokes, a fucking female voice, and I blink and look down as I rub my chest where I was smacked into, only to pause, my heart stuttering at the sight before me, and fuck, my dick hardens instantly.
Strawberry blonde hair with light blue highlights, skinny jeans, boots that go up her calves, a black long-sleeve shirt and a checkered scarf. I knocked her on her ass… quite fucking literally. She is fucking beautiful but as she lifts her head and oureyes lock, light blue with specks of gold… They suck all the air out of me, everything around me vanishes and I only see her, my heart pounding so fucking hard I feel like it’s about to tear outta my chest.
She’s fucking breathtaking, and as my heart pounds, I know she’s mine which is a petrifying thought to have.
Shit, shit, shit…
My grandpa used to say that when I meet the person I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with, it’ll knock me on my ass with how hard the instant feelings will hit, and fuck, my knees buckle.
Mine, mine, mine.
The girl dusts her hands together, breaking our eye contact that had me entranced, and I quickly get out of my stupor, and I instantly apologize, “Fuck, I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” as I bend down and offer her my hand.
“That’s okay, I wasn’t looking either,” she whispers, her voice so fucking soft.
Damn, I want her to say something else, anything else…
Hesitating, the beauty looks at my outstretched palm and her nose scrunches in a cute fucking way before gently placing her soft hand in mine, and I swear I feel the electric spark rush up my arm.
Buttercup gasps as she looks at our connection, and the need to pound my chest with victory hits, knowing she feels it too, but I squash it as I help her back up. Then, without breaking our connection, I bend and grab her bag before gently passing it over to her free hand.
She takes it and tries to pull her hand back, but I tighten my grip out of reflex, and she frowns in confusion, but soon gasps as I yank her into my body.
“Did I hurt you, buttercup?” I ask as we lock eyes, hers racing between mine, and I can see the confusion.
She wants to pull back, but she can also feel this sudden connection.
“No,” she answers softly, “and my name is Jasmine.”
I smile and reply, “Logan,” and she nods slightly, her eyes still racing between mine with confusion.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Would you uh, like to go and get a coffee with me?”
Okay so I’m supposed to be in class right now but fuck it.
Her eyes widen slightly before they move to my cut, and I watch fear take over her, fear and fucking disappointment and my heart pounds.
Fucking hell, she doesn’t support the club.
Jasmine gently pulls her hand away, and I have the urge to grab it back, but she takes a step back and shocks the shit outta me and whispers, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think that would be a good idea,” before she looks over my features, then turns and walks away, leaving me stumped.
What the fuck just happened?
Chapter 2
Jasmine – Age Twenty
I take a shuddered breath as my pulse races and my palms sweat, my thundering heart not calming down as those deep, dark grey eyes that had me locked, had me entranced, haunt me for saying no and walking away.
