Amy and I linked arms and started to walk through the crowd towards the drinks area. Amy was now a little worse for wear from the amount of alcohol she’d consumed so I held her steady. “Hi Locke, have you seen Diesel?” Amy asked a huge hunk of a man. He had a trendy short hair style and as I looked closer I could see a scar that ran from his right ear to the corner of his mouth. I must have been looking intently and was pulled from my observation, “Do you want to come and take a closer look babe?” Locke said looking me up and down, lingering on my breasts. Amy started to giggle, “Locke, this is ‘Ink’.” This statement seemed to register with him. He smiled politely and turned, giving his full attention to Amy. “Erm… I think I saw him go into his office a little while ago.” Locke grabbed his drink and took off quickly going in the opposite direction. Before Locke left he had an uneasy look on his face, I started to have a bad feeling about this.
“Come on Harlow, let’s go and find him.” Amy said pulling me towards the door but stopped at my reluctance. “I’m not sure Amy, did you see that look on Locke’s face? He’s obviously busy. Maybe we should just leave him?” I started to walk away. “Don’t be silly Harlow, he’ll be pleased to see you.” Amy knocked on the office door and opened it before there was any response.
Amy let out a high pitched scream and put her hands on her hips. I looked over her shoulder to see a naked woman on her knees in front of Diesel. He looked up and locked eyes with me. “Don’t do this Ink, this isn’t what it fucking looks like babe.” Diesel started to walk towards me but Amy stood firm not letting him past. I backed away slowly shaking my head from side to side and bumped against a solid body. I turned quickly. Seeing Spike reassured me a little and I gave him a hug pressing my face hard against his chest to suppress the tears. “Spike, can you show me the way out please?” He looked over my shoulder to see the carnage taking place. “You fucking idiot!” He shouted before putting his arm around me and directing me out of the building.
Spike tried to comfort me, “You don’t have to go home Harlow. Please stay.” I started to put on my jacket and looked up into his caring eyes. “I’m fine Spike, please stop worrying about me.” I had now tightened my helmet and was sitting on my bike ready to go. “Diesel and I aren’t together so he can do whatever and whoever he likes. I’ve had a lovely time despite the obvious but I just want to go home now.” Spike moved closer and kissed me softly on the cheek, “I’ll see you Monday.” I gave him a small smile before driving out of the compound.
I can’t remember how I got home. I replayed the scene the whole journey and couldn’t see how I may have gotten it wrong. He couldn’t even wait for me to go home before he got sucked off by a club whore. I can’t believe I opened myself up to getting hurt.
I’d felt my phone vibrate several times on the journey home but I didn’t care. I got my phone out of my pocket and saw several messages from Spike, Amy and Diesel. I wasn’t interested in what any of them had to say so I deleted the messages. I put my phone and keys on the coffee table in the middle of the living room and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I let out a loud sigh, rubbing the back of my neck to take away some of the tension. Sitting at the kitchen table, I played the scene out one last time in my head. Diesel was fully clothed which was something but it was the woman who was playing on my mind. I recognised her and was trying to rack my brains to figure out who she was. Had she come into the shop for a tattoo? That’s when I realised that the woman I saw Diesel with, was the woman that Amy had escorted off of the premises earlier in the day. Alarm bells started ringing. I picked up my phone to text Amy.
Was that woman with Diesel, Amber?
Yes but don’t worry about that skank. She pulls stunts like that all the time. Please speak to Diesel. Amy x
That’s all I needed to know. That bitch was responsible for the death of his child and he was prepared to risk what could have developed between us for a quickie with his ex. My phone vibrated again.
Please let me know you’re ok! Spike
Fucking marvellous! Gonna lay low this weekend. Speak to you Monday x
I turned off my phone and put it into my bag. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, I was too upset. I took a quick shower and towel dried my hair, relieving some of the tension that had built up this afternoon. I put on my most comfortable pyjamas and dressing gown and settled on the sofa with a cup of tea when there was a knock on the door.