Book order is as follows:
Pre Robernero discomfort
Confusion. That was all that I felt as I stared across the room at my bestie Bethany. She was calling a man I knew as Drizzle her Daddy. She was never the type of girl to fall underneath the thumb of a man, never mind a biker. A biker, really! I looked her up and down and turned to find some crazy man called Marshal leaning across the table. He was weird in my eyes. He thought that he was a hard man when in reality he looked like a man who needed to make others feel small just so that he could feel powerful. I felt uncomfortable. Me and Bethany were supposed to be going out until Drizzle told her to get inside the club house. Who was he to tell her what she could and couldn't do? I didn't understand what was going through Beth's head but she was listening to every fucking demand that he was throwing at her and I didn't like it one bit. Who did he think that he was to order her around like that?
She wasn't acting the way that she normally would. Bethany was a girl who didn't take shit from anyone and she would tell men to go away but I was looking over at her in this black dress as the man who had dark eyes glanced over in my direction. A shiver shot up my spine. I got a bad feeling when I was around them men and it was tense. My intuition was telling me to get out of the door while I could but I didn't want to run out and seem weak or afraid of them so I stayed. I was throwing back drinks as if they were water. I was being cocky when in reality I was petrified of the men who surrounded me. When they would stare, they would glare. It was as if they were staring into my soul and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. I felt awkward and uncomfortable but I would stand up and dance around, tell them straight my thoughts and hope that they wouldn't smack me across the face. I didn't want to regret my decision or come across as this weak girl who they could control. Much like Bethany.
I sat back down and twirled my hair around my fingers. I wasn't in a great position. I didn't know what to do. Thanks Bethany for placing me in a situation where all eyes are on me as I sit there staring at the fucking table. I didn't want to get on their bad side but when they all remove their jackets and sit around in black jeans it's pretty hard not to look. The problem that I faced was trying not to get caught. Those men caught everything. One small glance and they would smile. How could they know? I didn't know and I didn't want to find out so the second that the time ticked to ten o'clock I was retreating. I said goodbye to Bethany and got out of the building as fast as I could. It was unbearable!
I sat inside the boiling hot bath thinking about my life. Yes, I had many drinks before hand but I was celebrating my achievements. I had finally managed to open up a company which I had wanted to do since I was a child. I wanted to take in abandoned animals and find them suitable homes for them to live their lives. I had just re-homed my very first puppy and I was feeling successful. He was called Happy. I named him that because he was bouncing around my shop wagging his tail. I felt emotional when he went to his forever home. He was excited and that melted my heart. Big achievement for me and so I lay there in my rose petal bath filled with bubbles and a glass of champagne. It was a great day for me.
What I couldn't wrap my head around was Bethany. She was acting strangely. I had never seen her act the way that she did but I was happy for her.
I went to bed and made my way to work the next day. I searched around for hours and didn't have any luck with finding any animals. I was exhausted by the time I made it back home. Miley drove me back to the house and I ordered in a takeout. I got into my pyjamas and relaxed back on the sette watching TV when I heard a knock at the door. Walking over to it, I opened it up and found Bethany standing on my doorstep. What the fuck is she wearing? I asked myself as I leaned against the doorframe and smiled. She was in a baby pink short girly dress and pink shoes with frilly white socks. Her hair was up in two braids. She was wearing clothes that I wore when I was six! I stared at her. I didn't know how to take her new style in. It wasn't normal in my eyes.
"Do you want to come over?" She asked me. Did I want to go over? No, did I fuck. I wanted to stay away from them men. There was something about them and I couldn't place my finger on it. What I do know is that I was flustered when my eyes landed on Marshal. He was in a tailor fitted black suit with a black shirt, the top three buttons were open. He pushed his sunglasses up to sit on top of his black hair. I bit my bottom lip. Yes, a black suit changed my perspective on him. He was a good looking man in a suit and I couldn't deny it. I always did have a thing for men in suits but the one that he was wearing, now that made every sense of mine come to life as he climbed out of the shiny black car. Slamming the door, he turned himself around and pulled his sunglasses down, his eyes were very unique. Not once in my life had I ever seen a pair of eyes like his. They were greyish silver with a hint of green. What the hell! How is that possible? I asked myself as I tried to hide the pyjamas that I was wearing. They had clouds and rainbows on them. Yes, I regretted my decision. Why would I answer the door looking the way that I did. My hair was shoved into a bun at the top of my head. I was a mess!