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  THE BIKER NEXT DOOR

  Jamallah Bergman

  Erotic Romance

  Secret Cravings Publishing

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  The Biker Next Door

  Copyright © 2013 Jamallah Bergman

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  First E-book Publication: January 2013

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  Dedication

  To my good friends, Jamie Salisbury, Jane Pillatzke and Anya Kelleye for always having my back and giving me helpful advice and allowing me to cause mischief on a day to day basis. Love you ladies and thank you for being such wonderful friends.

  To my fans that have encouraged me to write more and more each day, your advice on my books has furthered me into making every book the best read that you can possibly want to read. Thanks for standing behind me completely.

  To Jimmy Thomas for gracing my cover and being such a wonderful friend as well as a great inspiration.

  To Colleen McSpirit for being the most wonderful editor I’ve ever had to work with, I appreciate your help throughout all we’ve worked on. You are amazing!

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  THE BIKER NEXT DOOR

  Jamallah Bergman

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Once she saw the bungalow home, Hailey Paige knew she had to have it. It was everything she had ever wanted in her first home, a wonderful floor plan with hardwood floors and a huge back yard nice enough for entertaining. Once the ink was on the contract, Hailey moved right in and slowly but surely Hailey’s home started to become truly her own.

  Hailey had just come home from the store unloading her groceries out of the trunk. When she came back to the car the second time, she heard a low roar of engines coming up the street. At first she thought that maybe it was some really fast car, but the rumbling seemed to vibrate right through the concrete in her driveway. It was starting to get louder, getting closer and closer to her. When she looked up the street, Hailey saw and heard the rumbling of motorcycles.

  “What the hell is all of that?” Hailey watched the cavalcade of motorcycles that had congregated next door, some even parked in her driveway. The realtor said nothing about the fact that her next door neighbors were bikers. Soon the music started to blast, people were shouting. She only hoped they wouldn’t be there for long.

  The party continued for most of the night. She could hear the crashing of bottles along with more shouting, laughing, and music blasting. Hailey had had enough, didn’t these idiots know people had to go to work the next day. All Hailey knew was that she was losing sleep by the second dealing with all this crap. Getting up out of bed, she grabbed a pair of sweat pants and quickly fixed her hair. “Damn I need a perm,” she thought and ended up just brushing her hair back and putting it up in a bun as she made her way out the door.

  Walking over cans and beer bottles while making her way next door, Hailey was confronted by two tattooed beer bellied good old boys. “Well, look who’s coming over here. You look good, girl, come here and sit on my lap,” said one guy with tattoos on both arms and w
earing a leather vest.

  Hailey looked at his toothless grin wincing at the sight of him. “I don’t think so, who owns this place?”

  “Brad does, he’s in there somewhere.”

  Making her way inside grimacing through the loud heavy metal music as the mix of weed and cigarettes filled the air. Hailey felt like she was about to suffocate as she continued looking for this elusive Brad. Brad was busy talking and laughing it up with some of his buddies when he heard some of the guys whistling and shouting out cat calls. He saw someone pushing their way through the crowd. He didn’t know who it was and was too high to realize it was a woman catching the eye of most of the men. Sitting up on the couch, he blinked his eyes to get them to focus when he heard her ask, “Where is Brad?”

  Was that a black chick in his house he wondered? Where the hell did she come from? “I’m Brad, who the hell are you?”

  “I’m your neighbor, could you please turn down the music I’m trying to sleep?” Hailey asked watching him try to stand up.

  When Brad finally stood up, she raised her neck to look at him eye to eye. Honestly, he was not in the mood to be bothered with anyone other than his boys, especially not some chick that obviously seemed lost. She said she was his neighbor he remembered; well whoever she was Brad had to admit she had guts to come to his place making demands.

  Slowly he walked around her as some of the other guys were smiling and hooting. His eyes scanned her body carefully, he had seen black women at work even though they had always been eyeing him. But she was the first one he had seen up close and he wasn’t disappointed at all in what he saw before him. She looked good enough to just put over his shoulder and take full advantage of in his room if he wanted to.

  “Listen, sweetheart, me and my crew just got back from a long ass trip and we are winding down and having some fun. We’ll be done in another hour or so. That is unless you want to join us for a while, I know I wouldn’t mind having a pretty thing like you with an ass like that sitting down next to me,” Brad said looking her over.

  She was a tempting piece of ass he thought as imagines of him fucking her from behind while smacking that thick booty of hers filled his head. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was shocked by what he said, hell Brad didn’t even care. He was too drunk and high to care about what she thought, watching her turning her head to see his eyes staring at her backside. “All I can say is baby got back!” And with that comment Brad smacked her ass watching that luscious backside of hers jiggle. Damn, he thought to himself as ideas of that ass of hers raced even more through his mind, but that dream went up in smoke when he felt a slap to the face.

  Some of the guys stood up, but Brad said, “Whoa!”

  He grabbed her by the wrist. Looking down at her he could tell she was nervous, if she had been a man he would have whooped his ass all over his living room. But something in her eyes made the blood boiling within him calm down. “I will turn down the music when I feel like it. So start getting you some earplugs, sister, I plan on turning up my music tonight and every night.” And with that comment, he let go of her wrist expecting her to go away, but instead she stood her ground while rubbing it.

  “If you don’t turn down this music in fifteen minutes, I plan on calling the cops!” Hailey said and made her way out of his house.

  “You think she’s going to do it?” asked one of the guys to Brad.

  Brad rubbed his cheek that was still stinging from her slap and started to chuckle. “I have to admit she has spunk, but we’ll turn it down for her.”

  * * * *

  When she got back home, she found herself not being able to go back to sleep. Hailey was too shaken up by her confrontation with her new neighbor. “Who in the hell does he think he is smacking my ass like he knows me that well?” she huffed as she continued pacing her bedroom while talking to herself. “All I know is he better turn off or down that music in 15 minutes.” After about three minutes however, the music was lowered which was a shock because Hailey didn’t think he was going to turn it down.

  “Guess he doesn’t want the cops on his ass, don’t blame him though.” Hailey told herself while getting back into bed.

  The next day as Hailey was heading off to work, she saw the bikes were gone and garbage bags replaced where cans and bottles once were. It looked like there hadn’t even been a party last night. She met up with her friend Tori in the car garage at work and still wasn’t very much in her usual good mood. “Girl, you look awful, is everything all right?” Tori voiced her concerns as the elevator opened for them to get in.

  “Well, I found out why my house was too good to be true. I live right next to a biker.”

  “A what? A biker, you can’t be serious Hailey. What the hell happened last night?”

  Soon the door opened and they walked down the hallway. “Well let’s see, how about a gang of motorcycles coming up the road, loud music along with whooping and hollering until around two in the morning. I swear I couldn’t deal with it anymore so I decided to go over there to tell them to turn that music down or else.”

  “I can’t believe you went over there, weren’t you scared?” Tori asked as they sat down at the large desk that people would see when they came to the floor.

  “Hell yeah I was scared, all those big white good old boys standing around with their tattoos and leather gear on. Yeah, I was very scared but I didn’t let them see it. I asked who owned the place. They told me who it was and I went straight inside to find him. He was sitting there all drunk and high like the rest of them, then he stood up and that man was tall as I don’t know what.” Hailey laughed putting her purse inside her desk to lock it.

  “So what happened next?”

  “I asked him to turn down the music so I could get some sleep. He hauled off and told me that he was going to be blasting his music as much as he wanted. The entire time he was looking me up and down telling me all this and then had the nerve to tell me that if I wanted, I could come and sit with him because I had a nice ass. And then get this shit, he had the nerve to smack my ass.” Hailey told her wide eyed knowing her friend was having a hard time believing what she was hearing. She continued to tell her the rest of the story watching Tori shake her head in disbelief.

  “Hailey, can you please come here?” asked her boss, Mr. Stevens.

  “Yes, Mr. Stevens?”

  “I want you to get everybody here in the office, the head is on his way up to look over things here plus he’s bringing some new associate guy who might be working here too. Now hurry because they are on their way right now.” Quickly with the help of Tori, the two of them were able to round up everybody in the office, thankfully it didn’t take them very long because as soon as she got Larry from accounting, the doors of the elevator opened up and Mr. Stevens was saying, “Welcome to our office, Mr. Williams, how are you doing today?”

  The portly older looking man with a cigar positioned between his pudgy little fingers came out towards him to shake his hand. “Hello everyone!” he shouted as everybody in the lobby said their hellos. Hailey and Tori had seen the head before when he came to make his monthly visits and every time they saw him, he seemed to get shorter and fatter in the middle. “Stevens, I want you to meet the guy who I’ve been telling you so much about for the past couple of months, come here son, Stevens, this is Brad Matthews.” A very tall man came from around the corner, wearing a dark blue suit with a crisp white shirt and blue tie to match. Hailey couldn’t believe it, it was her neighbor.

  “What the hell?” she whispered as Tori wondered what was wrong. “That’s my neighbor.”

  “Your neighbor, the biker you were talking about? Are you sure it’s him?”

  When the two of them caught eyes, Hailey was disgusted he had the nerve to smile at her. Could he be anymore arrogant she wondered as he continued shaking and talking with Mr. Stevens. When they started walking towards her, Hailey could feel his gaze upon her. She swore her heart and head were going to explode from all the pounding.
What the hell was going on, she wondered as she continued to watch him. Then something that she didn’t expect happened. “I want you to meet my best secretary in the building, Mr. Matthews and Mr. Williams, this is Ms. Hailey Paige.”

  “Good morning gentleman, it’s nice to meet you both,” Hailey said shaking both Mr. Williams and Brad’s hand. The same damn hand that had smacked her ass last night. He softly squeezed her hand. God, he had big hands she thought when she looked at it and then up at his eyes that looked right back at her with a devilish smile to complete it.

  “Nice to meet you, Ms. Paige. I hope she’s not a handful for you, Stevens?”

  “Oh no, she’s not a problem whatsoever, sir.”

  “There is one thing I can’t tolerate is when someone is too much of a handful for one person. It’s good to know that we won’t have a problem with you, Ms. Paige.” Soon Mr. Stevens motioned them to move forward. Brad looked back at Hailey and winked still wearing that God forsaken smile of his. All Hailey could do was grit her teeth while counting to ten in her mind.

  “Yeah, that’s him all right.”

  “Are you sure that’s him, Hailey? That man that just came through here did not look like some nasty looking biker,” Tori said when they were back at their desks. Then she giggled just a bit and said, “He was way too fine and tall.”

  Hailey just shook her head as she picked up the phone to answer a call. Now she had to not only deal with this fool as her neighbor but also as a coworker too. The day hadn’t even started she thought and already she wished she would have just called in sick.