at myself in the mirror and I look like the same broken man I was last year. The thing is though that I am not that man anymore. I’m still broken, but I am slowly putting myself back together.

I get to work on trimming my beard and then shaving it off.

The process is long, and I’m glad that I started early so that I’m not in a rush.

After, I look at myself in the mirror and admire the smooth skin. I’m pretty glad that I don’t go out in the sun a lot, or that summer had really just started, because I would have had a wicked tan line.

I look like the person I used to be.

Now I hope that Camilla fucking likes it. What if she liked my beard?

Fuck.

There is no turning back now.

I hop in the shower and finish getting ready for my date.

Shit.

I hope that everything works out.

Camilla

 

My nerves are definitely getting the better of me today. I can’t stop my hands from shaking. What if he spends time with me and decides that he doesn’t really like me?

What if I can’t make small talk because I am so nervous and he finds me boring?

I put on the boots over the jeans that Ella had brought over.

There was also a selection of long-sleeved shirts I had to try on for the women to see what colour looked best. They didn’t bat an eye at the reason I wanted to wear it.

I’m sure that Ella and Krista remember my scars from when we were held together, but the room was so dark that I’m sure they never got a good look at them.

Sophie did my make-up. It was pretty subtle because I hardly wear makeup anymore, but the gold eyeshadow along with the black eye liner makes my eyes pop.

I had also some sort of lip stain on my lips that wasn’t supposed to rub off when I ate or if Tyson happened to kiss me.

I blushed when they said that, but I couldn’t help it.

I take a look in the mirror and all of the women were smiling widely at me.

I could see why they were. I couldn’t help my jaw from dropping at what I saw.

I looked very much like a biker chick.

The black shirt that had some glitter on it, plus it had a slight v-neck so I got to show a slight amount of cleavage without revealing any scars. The tight fitting jeans made my ass look great. I’m suddenly very thankful that I have spent months in the gym. Then black boots that I was wearing stopped just under my knees and had a slight heel to them. My hair was done in waves down my back and I couldn’t help the tears that came to my eyes when I saw what I looked like.

“Don’t cry. You will wreck your make-up,” Sophie says softly.

I hold the tears back as I let out a light chuckle.

“Okay, I think I’m ready,” I say.

“Good luck,” they all say at the same time while smiling at me.

~

Making my way down the stairs with the women following me, the common room goes quiet.

Tyson is standing off to the side talking to his dad and brother when I make the final step.

I can’t help but gasp at him.

He got rid of his beard. I can’t believe it.

He was sexy with his beard, but this is a whole new level.

“You shaved,” I say when he comes closer to me.

He instinctively touches his face with a nervous smile on his face.

“Do you like it?” he asks.

I nod my head. “It looks good on you.”

“Good. You ready to get out of here?” he asks.

I nod my head again and he takes my hand leading me out of the room where everyone is still looking at us.

We get to his bike and he grabs a helmet placing it on my head and doing up the straps for me.

“By the way, you looking fucking amazing,” he says and lightly kisses me before getting on his bike.

There is no way that anything could take the smile off of my face.

I assume that we are going into town to one of the restaurants, but instead he drives through the back of the club property and onto some roads.

I have no idea what he has planned, but I’m excited.

We don’t drive long before we come to a clearing.

When he stops his bike, I get off with shaky legs.

“Wow. This place is beautiful,” I tell him, and he motions to the blanket and a cooler laying on the ground.

“I wanted to do something different and also get way from the nosy people in town. There would have been someone there from the club documenting our every move,” he says while we take a seat on the blanket.

I completely agree with him because everyone stared at us as we left. I’m very glad for this opportunity to get to know one another one on one.

“That was very thoughtful of you,” I say.

“We needed something different for our first date,” he says.

I nod my head in agreement.

“Well thank you. What is this place?” I ask looking around.

“Well, the club owns a lot of property. This is part of the property we own, so the only people who know about it are people who are a part of the club. We couldn’t go too far; I can’t risk anything happening and being caught off guard,” he tells me.

Right, the threat of Reaper. I’m glad he thought of this and that we are still close enough to the club should anything happen, but nothing should since the only people that go back here are members and

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