He runs his eyes over my face, studying me intently. “I’ve always wanted more, Kal. I just didn’t know when to make my move.”
I cross my hands across my chest. “Okay, we need to talk. Have you been drinking? Come in.” I pull him inside and close the door behind him.
“Sit down, Dom. I’ll get us a drink.”
Walking into the kitchen, I pull out two glasses and fill them with wine. I have a feeling this night is going to be long. Moving back to the couch I pull my legs underneath myself and take a drink looking up to him.
“How come you never told me before?”
He looks to me. “Because, I thought I had time. Obviously not,” he seethes, rolling his eyes.
I move over to him some more. “Is this because of Ade?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, I guess it is. I can give you time if that’s what you need Kal. Just don’t cut me off.” I take another sip of my drink and nod my head. “I wouldn’t cut you off anyway,” I say smiling at him. He pulls me under his arm and kisses my head.
“We could be something great Kalie, I can promise you that.”
My speakers are blaring and I’m singing along terribly to Akon ‘Right Now,’ dancing along as much as I can with my window all the way down. Then I realize the irony and hit skip on my iPod, changing it to Akon ‘Dangerous.’
What the hell is up with all the Akon songs? Fucking Carter.
I feel like I’ve slipped and fallen back into the early 2000’s. However, I dance along anyway blowing out all my troubles.
“You can do this, Kalie. He won’t even bat an eye.”
Before I left, I had the dilemma of what I was going to wear. So I opted for not caring and put on some tight skinny jeans, my Chuck Taylors, and a tight, white singlet. I really, really, do not want to attract any unwanted attention. My hair is falling down my back in it’s natural curls at the ends. I put on a little blush and mascara, and that’s it. My nerves are running at one hundred miles an hour and I feel sick.
Damn, Vicky Abrahams.
I pull into the gates of the address Vicky sent me, and I think I might actually spew. My tummy flips when I see all the bikes lined outside the garage.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp in shock.
Noticing a young guy come up to the gate glaring at me, I wince at the look he’s giving, but I get out of my car anyway.
“Hey, I’m one of Vicky’s bridesmaids,” I say to him, looking a little uneasy.
Maybe I should have called Vicky before coming, but she told me to meet her here.
“Oh, right. Sure darling, come this way,” he says dropping the evil glare and smiling. He’s cute. All blond, blue-eyed, and baby-faced. He nudges his head toward the building opposite the garage.
Closing my door and run my hands up and down my arms, I try to ease the tension. “Okay, sure.”
I begin to follow him into what I’m guessing is the clubhouse. There’s a huge deck sitting around what looks like a bar. Walking up the steps that lead us into the bar, the young man pushes the door open, and I’m left standing there—obviously out of place. All that’s in here are bikers and—prostitutes? I’m guessing by their attire. It’s loud because of the music blaring, and the talking and drinking. Pulling on the young man in front of me—who’s wearing a patch like everyone else, except under ‘Sinful Souls MC’ it reads, ‘Prospect,’—I look at it confused. It must mean something, but I honestly have no idea as far as motorcycle clubs go. I could be walking into a snake pit. On the other hand, if any of these big men pack like Ade, it’s probably an Anaconda pit.
“Is Vicky in here?” I ask, eager to get the hell out as soon as possible.
He nods his head. “She’s up the stairs. Wait at the bar.”
Following him to the bar, and looking to my left and see a couple making out. Well, what I would say more like having sex on one of the couches in the corner by the pool table. The girl gets off his lap to escort him to a room—I’m guessing.
And that’s when I see who was under the barely dressed skank.
Ade?
Fuck.
Having Gretchen rubbing her shit all over my leg is getting old.
“Let’s go,” I say smacking her bony ass.
She gets up off me and pulls on my hands to lift me up. I give her a disgusted look before getting myself up to follow her out, and that’s when I see her. Kalie is standing at the bar with Travis, looking as fucking beautiful as ever. I swear to God she looks hotter than she does in my dreams. Holy fuck! She’s in a simple tight singlet, tight as fuck jeans that wrap around that fucking perfect ass, and Chuck Taylors. So fucking simple, but yet so fucking sweet. Gretchen feels my pause so she tugs gently on my hand. I look at her with a scowl and pull my hand away from hers.