Prologue
PART ONE OF
FINDING MY LOYAL BIKER KING
Book 17 of the Crown Collection. By D Coleman 2017
Her...
I know it’s a bit cliché to write in a diary these days. Hell, I shouldn’t even be writing it at all. My friend said not to do it. “You know your Mum will only snoop.” She said. Only, my head kept on telling me. It screamed at me to go for it. I knew if I didn’t, it would only torture me. I’d probably regret it, but I cannot keep this in. So, here it goes...
Dear Diary, I’ve had a crush on a boy. At least, I think he’s a boy. I wouldn’t say he’s a fully grown man, but I know he’s older than I am. Yet since the moment I watched him, I knew something had changed inside of me. While he sat with his friend, they laughed. I don’t know why or how, but our eyes finally locked. Almost like gravity had told him I was looking, and I instantly felt a connection. He felt it. I’m sure I did. He smiled, and I froze when he sent a cheeky wink. This made my face burn red. But then his friend pulled his attention away. Sadly, ever since then, I’ve not stopped thinking about him.
My friend said, “He probably has a girlfriend”. Just the thought devastated me. Yet, I’ve still to see her with him. (Please Lord, don’t make it so) The next time I watched him, his eyes once again found my own, making my heart thud. But again, something pulled his attention away. Yet not before sending a smile and a cheeky wink. He did this every time he came, which always made me blush. Weeks, months and years went by, and still, I wait for him. Eventually, as I grow older, I wish to have him. I’d dream about him, which made my feelings grow stronger than before. All my dreams and thoughts were always about him. Well, not all of them. Times when I’m with my friend would help me forget, or whenever I’m at work. But even then, thoughts of him would return. Heck, especially when I hear the beautiful roar of his bike. Knowing I don’t have a chance to be with him, I forced myself to forget. Yet, as this happened, fate kicked my backside again. I’d see him again, and the torment would start over. I’d wish and dream all over again. I’ve no clue why I feel a strong connection or a pull towards him. All I know is that my head and my heart won’t stop thinking about him. It’s consumed with thoughts of my beautiful biker man. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be writing about him. Only if I don’t do it, then how will I ever get him out of my head? I know it’s crazy. There’s also a chance he’ll think I’m a crazy stalker girl. Hell, maybe I am. Maybe this crush, this need for him, is just a phase? I don’t know, but I have to try, right? I have to at least try this writing stuff down. I need to see if I can push him out of my head. The looks, and those little moments where my heart would stop, I’d get locked in, and then totally lose my head. My palms become clammy, and my cheeks flush red. Whenever I see him look my way, it’s always the same. I need to know, is it just me? Am I imagining this? Have I completely lost my head over him? This can’t be just one-sided, can it?
Dear diary, if the next time our eyes meet, and he doesn’t feel the same? Please make him look away. Don’t let me see it. Don’t let me believe what my eyes see...
