Different how?
He’s alive with u.
I suck in a sharp breath the same time my heart stills.
He’s alive with me.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him feeling that way.
In the back area of the room I stash my phone away in my locker and get out my makeup. I sit in front of the mirror with the poor lighting and fix the damage.
My smoky eyes make my blue eyes pop. My highlight can be seen from a mile away and my lips are painted a cherry red.
Looking in the mirror I fluff my hair by raking my hands through it to create more volume. When I’m done it reminds me of the music video vixens in the 80’s.
The bra that I am wearing is black lace and see through. The lace covers my nipples but barely. It definitely leaves nothing to the imagination. It’s also strappy and very dainty. I’m afraid one wrong pull will have the whole thing falling apart. I paired it with a matching black lace thong that has a little bow on the back of it. Again, it’s strappy on the side of my hips, matching the straps of the bra. It’s nothing too fancy but it’s above average.
As I stand up I admire myself in the mirror. My legs appearing longer in the stripper heels Sasha made me get. They’re black and sparkly. And incredibly high.
A whistle of appreciation happens behind me and I turn to Sasha with my hand on my hip.
“You’re fucking hot. Total smoke show, cupcake,” she highly compliments me.
I’ve never been one to wear lingerie before. Mostly because I didn’t really see the appeal nor care. And I didn’t really see the point.
But staring at myself in the mirror I get it. It’s empowering. I feel like a seductive goddess.
“Thanks, now let’s pray I don’t look like a hot mess up there,” I joke.
She rolls her eyes and waves her hand in dismissal. “Not possible. Plus you’re going after Cindy. And I hate to be petty but the poor girl never looks like she knows what she’s doing.”
I fake gasp, lightly slapping her on the arm. “Sash!”
“All I’m saying is you can’t be worse than her. And honestly you could probably just twirl around the pole and these men will throw money at you. Look at you,” she emphasizes and makes me look back in the mirror. “You’re gorgeous.”
Turning around I throw my arms around her. “Thank you for everything.”
“No need.”
I pull back, both of us smiling warmly at one another. Sasha gave me the prime time on the stage tonight and I couldn’t be more thankful.
“One more thing,” I begin.
“What is it?”
“Will you come to my graduation and the party afterwards? Everyone at Vipers MC is throwing me one and I want you to come.” I had learned and was beyond thrilled a couple of days ago that I passed all my finals with flying colors and I will be graduating from college with my major in psychology. I literally cried in my brother’s arms and he had a box of tissues waiting for me.
Her face gleams with excitement. Overjoyed she hauls me back in her arms. “Yes!” She says excitedly. “Tell me the time and place and I’ll be there.”
“I’ll let you know everything,” I tell her happily.
“I’m so proud of you, cupcake. Intelligent, beautiful and kind. You’re a triple threat.”
My blush deepens and it travels down to my chest.
Before we know it Cindy comes waltzing in the back room. Her barely clothes body is coated with a sheen of sweat mixed with an over generous amount of body glitter. Her hair is chaotic and her eyes are tired with bags underneath. It’s the track marks on her arms that I’m all too familiar with. And I wish I could help the girl but she doesn’t even want to try.
Pulling away from Sash I give Cindy a friendly smile. “How was your set?”
