My jaw hit the floor, and he smiled while handing me the bag. “You are not,” I protested.
He laughed. “I’m forty-nine. I’m old enough to be your dad.”
“You definitely look better than my dad. The stress of his job and me makes him look eighty.”
“Don’t get any ideas, kid. I’m off the market. Although Fallon may have some fun with you, if you're interested.”
I knew he was joking, but I couldn’t help my jaw hitting the floor once more. Hawke smirked, laughing at me as he turned around so I could get dressed. If they shared, did this mean he was with the bitchy woman, too? Did Fallon and him both sleep with her? And if they did, why was she still a cunt? Maybe it was her personality.
I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. The green floral print lace hugged my body like a second skin, accentuating my curves, and the color complimented me surprisingly. I traced my fingers down the front, hitting my very out there cleavage. I turned my heel and looked at my ass. The cheeky boy shorts made my ass look amazing. The entire set made me feel sexy, even with my stomach and rolls on my back.
I attached the garters to the stockings and slipped into the sheer skirt that stopped just under the curve of my ass. I took one more look at myself in the mirror and became giddy. I was walking sex. This mindset was exactly what I needed to have instead of Dom’s domineering voice in my head making me feel worthless and ugly. I pulled over the black trench coat, pulling my hair from the collar and fluffing it out. It was nice having fresh blue and green locks.
“You can turn around.” He turned around, and his eyes trailed up my body.
“Yep. You’ll fit in perfectly.” Just as he got ready to say something else, the door opened and Fallon galloped into the room. She pulled me to the side where my back was facing Hawke and inspected my outfit under the trench coat.
“Holy shit,” she gasped. “Wow, hold on, let me pick my jaw up off the floor.”
I felt my cheeks heat. “Are you sure it’s not too much?”
“Pfft, you are gorgeous. I am consensually staring at your ass when you walk out of here,” she said. “Consent is sexy.”
That took me by surprise. “I??—”
“Everyone in the Reapers and at the club understands consent,” Hawke said, since he was the only one who knew my history. “No one is going to harm you. No one will touch you or even stare at your ass if you don’t want them to, and if they do, they will be dealt with.”
Hawke didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that.
CHAPTER 18
KADENCE
In Hawke’s truck, my nerves jangled with the engine’s rumble. If I didn’t start asking questions, I felt like my head might explode.
“So, is this boss big and scary like you?”
Fallon laughed, grasping his bicep. “Yeah, they are scary,” she joked, which didn’t help. “The boss will die for anyone in Hades and the motorcycle club.”
“So a big, brooding teddy bear withtouch what’s mine and I’ll kill youvibes?”
“If that’s what you want to picture.” So I was right. “Oh, just wait until you meet this big, scary boss,” Fallon cooed maniacally in the seat as Hawke glared at her playfully.
Hades looked like any run-of-the-mill bar from the outside with dark brick and a neon silhouette of a naked girl on the window, but the inside couldn’t be seen through the blacked-out glass. Inside, the club was completely different. A glitter black floor that shined like diamonds was the first thing you noticed. When you walked in it was designed like a seating area in a fancy restaurant. The music could be heard, and some girls were walking to and from, but the stages couldn’t be seen at first glance. As we walked further into the club, there were velvetbooths lining the back wall, hidden in the shadows. The only way I truly knew they were booths was from the men and women sitting in them, watching the stages. There were ceiling lights that were dim, only emitting enough light to leave a sunset glow in the room and on the patrons. It looked casual, like everyone was following a routine that didn’t look staged. Everyone here was comfortable, and it didn’t scream sleazy or sketchy.
Hawke squeezed my shoulder in reassurance as Fallon took my hand to leave him and the annoyed looking blonde at the desk. While waiting on Hawke, Fallon took me to the main stage area, and we stopped to watch two women dancing together. This looked like intense foreplay, like they were moments away from ripping each other’s clothes off. The taller, red-headed woman then flipped the shorter, blonde woman on her stomach and started grinding her hips into her, which caused the crowd to go wild and money fly. They looked like they were on the verge of fucking on that stage, but by the look of the crowd, they wouldn’t mind a single moment of it. I knew I had a flush of red on my chest crawling up to my cheeks. That was possibly one of the hottest things I’d seen in a while.
Dominic loved that I was bisexual. He could watch me with other girls, and I was perfectly content. I was very much fetishized by him, but it didn’t bother me at the time. I was distracted. Women were beautiful, hand sculpted from the gods themselves, and when I had sex with other women, my orgasms were real—well, most of them. It really made me question why I stayed with him so long. Maybe out of spite for my father, or because he promised me a better life. Of course, those promises were pretty white lies.
“Come on,” Hawke said. “Fallon, stay here and find someone to play with.”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a sexy hum to her voice.
Hawke took me to an office upstairs, pushing it open. The moment I stepped inside, I turned to glare at Hawke because of the woman sitting at the desk.
“Blaize, we’re here,” he sang, not realizing we’ve already made eye contact. “Good luck kid.”
The bastard knew who she was this whole time, and that she hated me the moment she saw me. He closed the door leaving me alone with the woman—Blaize. I stepped closer to her instead of standing there dumbfounded. My coat fell open, and I saw her eyes linger on my body, stopping at my chest.
