Biker Daddy Next Door

I hate Aaron so much.

I hate his stupid tatted up body. I hate how big and mean he looks. I hate his stupid motorcycle and his whole alpha male biker persona.

Most of all I hate that he’s dating my mom. How does she get a guy like that? I’m young and in college and fit.

Not that I want Aaron, of course. He’s old enough to be my father. A man of the house. Just not mine.

I’m just going to push his bike over. What’s he going to do about it? Nothing, I bet.

This short story is intended for readers 18+ only.