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He throws his head back in laughter as he gathers his clothes from around my living room.
I grab my robe off the floor, sliding the silkiness back over my shoulders, securing it at my waste. “Water?” I ask, making my way around the counter into the kitchen.
“Sure,” he calls after me.
He joins me in the kitchen a minute later, fully clothed. I frown at his covered body.
“What?”
I lean on the counter, pointing a long nail at his body. “It’s a shame to keep all that covered.”
The side of his lips pull into a smile, nodding at my robe. “I could say the same for you.”
“Touché,” I say, taking a drink of the cold water.
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow is Wednesday after all,” I singsong. Rounding the counter, I swing my hips as I make my way to my bedroom door. “You know the way out.”
I don’t turn back, pulling the door closed behind me. I hold my breath until I hear my front door click shut. In normal cases, I almost always am the one sneaking out in the middle of the night or right after the deed. Since this is my place, Trigger leaving on my terms feels like the one way I can be true to that part of myself.
It almost annoys me that I know that, without a doubt, if Trigger would have been the one to leave, I would have been all butthurt about it later. I would have pouted like a stupid little girl and worried why he left right away.
I know the score with men like Trigger. They fuck whoever they want to fuck, they don’t give a shit about who knows about it, and they don’t care if they hurt a woman’s feelings.
Before I let myself get hung up on anything more than a one night stand, I shut myself in my room, forcing my legs to take me to the shower once again.
I can worry about fawning like a little fucking schoolgirl when I see him tomorrow. That’s something to worry about in the morning.
TRIGGER
Purple Glitter
Lilah is bringing you lunch. I’m stuck in the city.
Another week has passed and I still get no response from her.
Everyday I grow more frustrated. But at the same time, my love for her grows stronger as I sit across the table from her and picture our future.
I know, without a doubt in my mind, Pebbles will be mine. I just have to be patient and let her heal in her own time.
I can’t lie that I’m getting pretty fucking impatient though.
I spend every free minute I have working on a surprise that I hope will help her.
Even before the incident, the guys and I decided to build her a studio without her knowing. The club bought up another strip of businesses around the corner to the original Desert Outlaw Plaza off of Rose Street.
The only thing we have planned for this one so far is a brand new, state of the art dance studio for Pebbles. The old owners let the entire plaza go to shit, and the only business Ghost didn’t have the heart to change is the daycare center on the end. Little by little, he’s remodeling it. The previous owners of the center weren’t too fond of having a daycare center in the plaza owned by bikers. In a sort of peace offering, Ghost asked the director if she wanted to run it for him so that none of the teachers would be without jobs and the kids wouldn’t be left without a place to go.
I’m currently walking through a warehouse, following a willowy lady as she points and shows me samples of shit I have no fucking clue about.
“I have the room dimensions from your email printed out, these mirrors will cover the length of the room and they are eight foot tall. Plenty big.” I nod as she saunters to the next aisle pointing to the long wooden bars. “These barres will be shipped to you with the mirrors next week. Do you have the flooring in yet?”
I let out a deep breath, nodding my head. “They are being put in as we speak.”
“Good,” she nods curtly.
“You mentioned she also wants to accommodate a pole fitness class?”
