Chapter 1 – Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine & Tank) Novel Free Online by VJParker

Maxine POV

“Go home, you have worked too much overtime this week. Have an early night and give that boyfriend of yours an early treat.” My boss practically pushed me out the door, a wicked grin on his face.

“Okay, okay, I’m going. I’m going. I straddled my bike and started her up. This was going to be a great night.

Today was my boyfriend’s birthday, and I was going to give him my V-card as a special gift. I had brought new lingerie, black lace, see-through, and I had shaved my mound, leaving a trail that looked like an arrow pointing down to my juncture.

I was ready to give him my all, my first, my heart, take the big plunge. I felt I was ready.

I pulled into the driveway to see my sister’s and my boyfriend’s cars. I had no idea my sister was coming home today. She was still at college in her final year, though I heard she wasn’t doing so well. The poor golden girl has not met up with expectations, not that I was worried.

My ex-boyfriend showed up three hours early; our date was not for a few more hours.

What was he doing here already?

Walking in the back door, I heard voices and headed towards them; they were in Dad’s office, with the door slightly ajar. I moved silently to the door and waited outside to hear what secrets they were having now. They occasionally do this when they are planning something and don’t want to include me, but I’m puzzled as to why my boyfriend and sister were included.

“We never planned for it to happen.” My sister replied softly, as if she were some kind of victim; she was an expert at that. She should have been an actress; she would have won multiple Oscars by now.

“When?” Dad asked, and I waited in the hallway to hear what this was all about.

“Christmas day, we had too many of your special eggnogs, and things got heated. The party was more or less over; the presents had been given out, and the food had been eaten. We were all mulling around, talking, when Zoey said something, I don’t remember what-but we went upstairs to continue talking, and ended up in Maxine’s room. We did start by just talking, and before I knew it, we were kissing and things got heated, and ended up in her bed, like I said, and I was so lost in that moment that I forgot to use a condom. When we came out, no one seemed to notice we had been gone, so we pretended it never happened.” My boyfriend replied, and my heart just hit the floor, as I took in that my sister and boyfriend did the dirty in my bed at Christmas.

MY BED.

I slept in that bed, with their jizz on the sheets.

I feel suddenly sick at that thought. How could they do that to me?

She stole another boyfriend from me again. But he was just as much to blame; I guess our relationship was not that strong yet. Not on his side at least. He continued to pretend, kissing me and taking me out on dates, as if that never happened.

What a jerk.

Now I feel cheated, dirty, ashamed, and angry all at once. What if she hadn’t gotten pregnant, and I ended up married to that cheating scumbag? Would her wedding present be to tell me she had slept with him first? I wouldn’t put it past her to do such a thing. She had done that before with my boyfriends, and I guess this one was just as vulnerable to her advances as the last one.

“He gave me the best Christmas present ever.” My sister crowed with delight. I could imagine her tenderly touching her belly.

“This is good news. I have wanted grandchildren, and the last grandchild I would have expected would be from you; you have never kept a relationship for long.” Mum said, sounding excited at the news.

“What now?” My sister asked, still playing the perfect victim.

“We get married?’ My now ex-boyfriend suggested -sounds more like a question.

“What about Maxine?” My sister asked, as if I were an inconvenience that needed to be sorted out, and now they think about me, but it didn’t sound like concern.

“What about her? This is about my first grandchild, and his or her safety comes first. She will have to live with it.” My mother spat, revealing that famous favoritism, because she had always taken my sister’s side in everything, even when proven wrong. They never backed me up.

“I am technically her boyfriend.” He started to say something, but was interrupted.

“Not anymore, you’re not. I will arrange with the local publican to hire the outdoor garden area, and we shall have an engagement party this Saturday. Get that sorted before you start to show, and Maxine will show her support.” Dad’s voice floated out, sounding resolute. I had no say in this, not that I wanted to be his girlfriend any longer; he had proven not to be what I wanted in a guy.

“She will have to leave. I need her room for the nursery. I would prefer it if she didn’t attend the engagement party. What will those who know she was the real girlfriend show up, and see that it was not Maxine getting engaged?” Mum added. Yep, that was my mother, trying to regain her dignity and save face.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I was devastated enough, and listening further to their support for the love for the cheater was eating me up inside. I didn’t want to cry in front of them; the tears were a mix of anger and hurt.

I pushed the door open, revealing myself standing there.

All faces turned to look at me.

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