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Well, that’s not helping the situation any. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
I groan, then help her off the bike, pulling her against me. I swat her ass once, twice, then squeeze her there. Sonya squeals and giggles, then looks up at me with a faux indignant glare.
“Careful, baby girl,” I warn. A shiver runs down her spine at my deep tone, and fuck me, she’s perfect.
Sonya winks at me, which I like far too much, then spins out of my arms. “Come on, I don’t want to be late for my first day. I heard my boss is kind of a growly beast.”
I shake my head at her but can’t help the grin pulling at my lips as I hop on my motorcycle. Sonya easily slides in behind me, and it occurs to me how natural it feels to have her here with me.
I rev the engine, which I know Sonya loves, and hit the road. My girl laughs as I gain speed, clutching onto me as the wind tangles her hair and carries her voice across the desert.
Hell, yeah. I could get used to this. Now I need to convince Sonya to stay here for good.
CHAPTERFIVE
SONYA
My eyes fly open as I gasp for air, my mind still swimming with the remnants of a nightmare. I sit up, placing a hand over my heart to calm the frantic rhythm.
“What have we said about your weight, Sonya?”
My dad’s voice echoes in my brain, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the rest of the conversation. It’s no use.
“I’m God’s creation, and being fat is disrespecting God,”comes my practiced answer.
“That’s right. And since you’re unable to lose the weight yourself, we need to enforce some rules.”
“No,” I whisper under my breath, breaking the spell of the nightmare. “No,” I say again, louder this time. Blade was right—there’s power in talking back, fighting the lies, and calling my past what it is… Bullshit.
Grinning to myself at my swear word, I find the strength to pull off the covers and climb out of bed. I’ve been working at the repair shop for the last four days, and today is my day off. Blade has been “on a mission,” whatever that means, for three of those four days. I won’t lie, I miss him. Especially after those kisses we shared…
My cheeks heat with the memory of his tongue sliding against mine and the warmth of his hands as he caressed my curves. As far as first kisses go, I think I might have had the best one in the history of the universe.
I go through my new morning routine of washing up, brushing my hair and teeth, and slipping on whatever clothes I want. After years of school uniforms and hand-me-downs from my older sister, I started buying my own clothes at sixteen with my babysitting money. Bright colors, pretty dresses, and shoes to match. My parents never understood, but they aren’t here to judge me anymore.
I smile at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Today, I’m in a blue polka-dotted dress. It’s admittedly a little tighter than I remember, but I’ve probably gained a few pounds since I last wore it.
The material of the A-line dress stretches against my chest and squishes my boobs together, making for a rather scandalous amount of cleavage. Most people probably wouldn’t bat an eyelash at my outfit, but I know I’d be called horrible names if I went to First Assembly of God’s Chosen like this. Heck, my own mother would call me half of those names before telling me to take off my dress and burn it.
Screw it,I think to myself. This is exactly why I broke free—so I could live my life without the oppression and judgment I grew up with. I do a little shimmy in the mirror, giggling when my breasts shake. My mother would be mortified. Good.
I check the bedside clock, surprised to see it’s nearly one in the afternoon.I guess I needed that sleep.Thinking back on the last few days, it makes sense. I had a week-long road trip followed by my car breaking down, immediately started a new job, and worked the rest of the week.
Looking over the selection of shoes I was able to pack and take with me, I decide on the blue strappy heels. It’s only a two-inch heel, but I can use all the help I can get when it comes to height. Blade doesn’t seem to mind that I’m short, but I’m that much closer to him in these shoes.
I roll my eyes at my cheesy thoughts, but they make butterflies swarm in my stomach, nonetheless. Blade should be coming back today. Maybe he’s already at the clubhouse?
My heart thuds against my ribcage as my skin breaks out in goosebumps. Part of me is still convinced I made him up, or at the very least, made up that he kissed me. It could have been a dream. Everything about that day, that kiss, was perfect.
I guess there’s only one way to find out.
Placing my hand on the doorknob, I turn it and step into the hallway, taking one last grounding breath. After locking the door, I make my way out to the bar area, scanning the tables and booths for my Blade.
I wind through the seating area, ignoring the pit opening in my stomach. He’s not here, and the more I look for him, the more attention I attract. Gruff older men stare at me, their eyes wandering from my face to my chest.
Stumbling past the last few tables, I finally reach the bar top, where Tessa is pouring a beer. At least there’s one friendly face here.
