11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Axel

Driving home from Ivy's house, I felt invincible. I had experienced more wild and crazy sex than most people could imagine in my lifetime, but with Ivy, it was all different.

What we had experienced was more than just two people getting laid, what we did was intense. Powerful. Spiritual. Hot as hell.

As I pulled into the parking space back at my apartment that I shared with my brothers, I noticed loud music pouring from the windows. Of course, they were having another party.

My brothers took bachelorhood to a whole new level. While I had enjoyed hooking up with as many girls as possible, they preferred to get wild with lots of random people, loud music, and women.

Walking through the front door, I was assaulted by smoke and the smell of sweat. We had never really taken the time to decorate our house, but we had managed to keep it nice and clean. Now, these idiots were messing it all up. I watched a guy spill his beer on my black leather sofa as two guys yelled at the large flat screen television mounted over our fireplace. Ashes from cigarettes littered our dark, hardwood floors. There were people dancing in our living room and two girls were dancing and making out on the gray and white marble kitchen island. I could already see smudges and fingerprints on all of the stainless-steel appliances in the kitchen and thinking of cleaning this mess in the morning made me sick. As I made my way through the house, I looked for one of my brothers to yell at.

Just as I stepped into the kitchen, a familiar voice purred behind me.

"Hey Axel, I've been looking for you," Angie said, as she ran a finger down my arm. Her strong floral perfume assaulted my nose and I almost coughed.

I shuddered under the touch. I still had Ivy's smell lingering on me and that was the only scent I cared to remember tonight.

Removing her hand, I tried to push past her as I searched through the crowds of people standing and talking in my kitchen.

"Well, you found me, Angie. Sorry, but I'm looking for Axel or Jagger."

Angie stopped me by putting her hand on my chest. Looking up, she batted her fake lashes and smiled, revealing red lipstick painted on her front teeth. Looking at her now, I wasn't sure what I had seen in her that made me attracted enough to sleep with her the few times I had.

She had on too much makeup, not the natural look Ivy had. Her floral perfume was strong and overbearing, not like the vanilla and lavender scent that Ivy wore, and made me feel calm. Even her voice was irritating me. It was high-pitched and loud, not soft and delicate like Ivy's.

"Axel went out to get more beer, Storm is on a security drive, and Jagger is around here somewhere with that new redhead that works at the bar," Angie said, still eyeing me like I was a piece of candy she wanted to taste. "But, I'm here if you want to have some fun," she finished.

Storm had earned his way into the clubhouse when he helped Blaze out with a shitty situation not long ago. He became , Blaze's girlfriend, bodyguard. It's a long story, but thankfully, everything worked out. Jagger had proven to be loyal so we had trusted him, too.

I was pretty sure Angie had slept with most of the bikers around here, married or not married, it didn't seem to matter to her. Suddenly, that thought made her even more disgusting to me.

I took a step back away from her and bumped into the corner wall connecting my living room to the kitchen. "Look, Angie, we had our fun, but it's over now."

Almost laughing, Angie gave me a sneer. "Are you serious? Is this about that girl you were talking to the other night at the clubhouse?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips like an infuriated toddler .

"Her name is Ivy, and yes. This has everything to do with her. I think we have something. I'm going to try to see where it goes," I said.

I knew better than to say too much to Angie, she was a loudmouth who loved to gossip to whoever would listen to her.

"I can't believe I am hearing this. Axel Raven, getting serious over a girl. Well, I guess she must be special," she snapped.

Even though Angie was trying to push my buttons and get a reaction out of me, she was right. Ivy was special.

"Yes Angie, Ivy is special. Now, get out of my way so I can go lock myself into my room."

I raced upstairs and did just as I told Angie I would. I locked the door behind me and put on my headphones and let my music drown out the world around me. Kicking off my boots, I lay in bed with my shirt and jeans still on. I still smelled like Ivy and I wanted to go to bed thinking about her.

I knew Angie and the other girls at this party well enough to know that if my door wasn't locked, they would try to get in. I had woken up on numerous occasions to find one, two, and even three girls in my bed with me. Back then, it was like winning the lottery, now it would be the worst thing that could happen.

I needed Ivy to know she could trust me. And, I would do anything it takes to have her heart.