Read Online Chosen (Motorcycle Club Romance): Axel and Paige 2 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 5) by Savannah Rylan - Free Book Online

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    PAIGE
     
     
    Forty-five days. It’s been forty-five days since I last laid eyes upon Axel Cook. Since his hands roamed over my body, touching every inch of yearning flesh. Since his hot lips scorched my own with the sweetest burn…
     
    I shook the thought from my head, gathered my purse, and walked out the infirmary door, glad my shift was over for the night. “Don’t look for him. Just walk out, don’t torture yourself,” I mumbled, as I made my way down a back hallway. It was sad that I had to give myself the same pep talk every night, but I was weak where Axel was concerned.
     
    Ever since our tryst last month, guilt ate at me for acting so unprofessionally, but no matter how hard I tried to tell myself that what we did was wrong, thoughts of him weaved their way into my mind every day. It’s only the idea of forbidden fruit , I told myself, He’s obviously not a good person if he’s in prison. I’ll get over him once I realize what a creep he is . So, I found out everything I could about him. I Googled his name, I read his police report, and I even tried to find him on Facebook, though he didn’t have a page that I could find. I wanted to find something—anything—that would make me hate him, make me never want to even think his name again.
     
    I never found squat. There was no reason out there for me to hate him besides the fact that he was in a motorcycle club, and as much as tried to convince my mind to be on board with that, my body and heart weren’t giving in.
     
    So to avoid temptation, I did everything I could to distance myself from him. I changed my shifts to ensure I had the least possible chance of running into him. I took back hallways away from where the prisoners were housed, and I avoided the windows in the infirmary, practically hiding in the back office most of the time, in case he happened to pass by. I even went on a few dates with Jimmy, knowing he would brag to anyone who would listen, and word would spread to Axel that I was no longer available, hoping he’d forget about me.
     
    Even though I couldn’t seem to forget about him.
     
    The last month and a half was a miserable cross between reliving our night while I masturbated over and over, and scolding myself for even thinking his name. I did everything I could to keep busy, but the quiet nights, when I was alone with my thoughts, were the worst.
     
    Gina certainly did her best to help keep my mind off of him. After quitting nursing school a few years ago to hook up with Chubs—who demanded that she be available for him twenty-four seven—she never found a new job. Now, at twenty-five, the only time she’d ever worked was a waitressing job in college where she ended up being fired for spilling hot soup on the owner’s wife.  Her parents had always supported her financially, but she was too ashamed to go to them after distancing herself for the last several years, because they never approved of Chubs. Now that she was living with me, I helped her put together a resume, apply for jobs, and drove her back and forth between various interviews.
     
    She finally landed a job last week working as a nurse’s aide at an assisted living center. She hated it, claiming it was just a glorified babysitter, but there was only so much she could do with limited education and skills.
     
    Living with Gina had been a lot more challenging than I expected. A week after she moved in, we’d had a ton of complaints from the neighbors about the motorcycles driving up and down the street at all hours, and revving their engines just to remind us they were there. Chubs wasn’t giving up on Gina without a fight. In the end, we decided it would be better to leave my apartment in Pineview, knowing that was prime Las Almas territory, and head one town over to Brooks Landing. The Las Almas weren’t really welcome there, so we thought we’d stand a better chance of getting away from Chubs’s harassment.
     
    So, between unpacking, setting