Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
I was wearing tight, I mean made for me, tight black skinny jeans, with red sky high spiked heeled sandals. I was also wearing a silk, red camisole, it wasn’t tight, but came into a v between my breasts and had super thin straps that crossed over at my back where the top dipped, way low. My hair was up, curled with a few strands hanging down. I had just finished redoing my make-up; I decided to go for smoky, kohl rimmed eyes and minimal other makeup, because every classy girl knew, you either did up your eyes or your lips, never both. I kept my jewelry minimal, with some diamond studs and some silver bracelets. I was hoping my outfit was appropriate, I hadn’t been to a biker party before, Jimmy never let me, so I didn’t know what to expect.
I came out of the back room, with my freshly done make-up on.
“Whoa, Gwen you look hot!” Lily exclaimed.
“Thanks girl, but do I look ‘biker babe’ enough?” I asked, contemplating my reflection in the mirror across from the counter.
She looked me up and down. “You are your own version of a biker babe and you work it.”
I smiled at her as the door over the bell chimed. Ginger from Rosie’s barbeque strutted in looking like Queen Slut. Nasty, but I was discovering I had a jealous side, and she did indeed look quite the slut. She had an inch of black roots contrasting her bottle blonde hair, that girl needed a hairdresser stat. She was wearing heavy eyeliner and lipstick, proving my makeup theory. She had on a tight leather vest, with nothing underneath, her more than ample cleavage threatening to bust out. Her midriff was showing and she was wearing a low slung frayed denim skirt that barely covered her behind. On her feet were strappy black stilettos covered in little rhinestones. I repeat, rhinestones.
I formed a hopefully genuine smile and directed it at Ginger. “Hi there, how are you?” I chirped, trying to sound friendly. And tried not to throw one of my display candles at her poorly dyed head.
Ginger stopped just short of the counter, cocking her hip out and putting her hand on it. Uh oh, total bitch stance. I eyed the candle.
“Well, I’m not that fucking great. Cos some snooty, upper class bitch thinks she can just roll into my town and take my man,” she spat, narrowing her heavily made up eyes at me.
I kept a somewhat lessened smile on my face, turning to Lily, who was looking a little pale in the face of a possible smack down. “Lily, honey, why don’t you go home? We are almost done for the day,” I suggested gently.
She looked relieved to be let out of the confrontation, but snuck a glance at Ginger. “Um, are you sure you’re going to be okay on your own?” she asked hesitantly.
“I’ll be fine girl, see you tomorrow!” I tried to sound bright, but I was really pissed.
The only reason this bee-atch should be in my store was for the makeover she surely needed.
Lily gave me a worried glance and directed a scowl in Ginger’s direction before she hurried to the back.
I turned back to Ginger, who was currently tapping her tacky heel at me. “You need to leave,” I ordered firmly, crossing my arms.
“Fuck that bitch, I come to tell you to stay away from my man, and stay the fuck away from the club,” she snarled, leaning forward.
I couldn’t help it, I let out a little laugh. This did not help Ginger’s temper. “Are you serious?” I wheezed. “You are actually coming into my place of business, swearing at me, insulting me, when you haven’t even actually met me, to tell me to stay away from your man? Like we are in some bad romance movie?” I rolled my eyes, taking a step towards her.
She stood strong, looking like she’d actually want a bitch fight. Who am I kidding? They were probably her cardio, the reason she stayed so skinny was thanks to slut showdowns.
“Unless I was mistaken, it was Cade in my bed last night and not in yours. And I have never, not once heard him mention your name. So if you’d excuse me, I have a business to run.” I looked her up and down. “Unless you need help with something?” My tone and my gaze implied she definitely needed help, in more ways than one.
She went a little pale during my speech, but now was sporting a smug grin. “He might want a little taste of some high class pussy, but he’ll come back to me. He always does, and if I’m not mistaken, he was in my bed last Saturday night and it was me who sucked his cock so good he swore he never had better.”
She scowled as my stomach dropped, but I didn’t let the look on my face falter.
“I see you were not taught basic manners, nor were you taught that that kind of crude language is tacky on a woman. Now I will repeat my earlier statement, please get the heck out of my store.” I narrowed my eyes at her, daring her to challenge me.
Queen Bitch Slut gave me one last scowl before she turned on her tacky heel. Once she was out of sight, I supported myself on the counter and took a deep breath.
Cade had said he was on a ride last weekend, and I didn’t think he’d lie. I trusted Ginger as far as I could throw her. She was lying to get at me. All I needed to do was ask Cade, which I would do. I took one more breath, used my yoga breathing, calmed down a bit and started tidying the shop.
I kept busy with odd jobs until closing time came around and I heard the bell announce Cade’s arrival. I was bent down at the sweater table, refolding some stuff.
“Hi honey, won’t be a sec,” I called over my shoulder.
I felt two hands at my hips, Cade’s hard length pressed into my behind.