Smirking, I type my reply.
Me:Meh… I could handle those bikers. But the main issue is… you think I’m hot as fuck, and you wanna fuck me! lol
Lunar:Fuck you, and… maybe ;)
I let out a loud laugh. It’s good to have someone into me again, even if I’ve only met her once. I loved Ella, and I still do in some ways and probably always will. But even though we were getting married and preparing to spend our lives together, I never felt the same level of love and commitment from her after I asked her to marry me. Something was always a little off. I knew it, even though I didn’t want to accept it.
I know now that something was Chad fucking Everly.
It’s clear she was always in love with Chad, and I kidded myself into thinking she loved me more than him. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. The indicators were always there—the way she would look at him and him her, the chatting in a corner, the giggles and intimate touches—I was a damn fool and overlooked them all, thinking she was mine and nothing could get in our way. It was a disaster years in the making, but in the end, I’m better off without her.
The point here is that someone is showing a genuine interest inme, which is the confidence boost I’ve needed for the past two years. I always felt that there was a problem. If I look deep enough inside myself, I know there were issues. Always doubts, always challenges. Why? Because Ella wasn’t my type of girl. I changed for her when, all along, a person should never have to change the essence of themselves for someone else.
Me:Okay, well, you’re hot as fuck too. I’ll see you tomorrow with no expectations other than lunch. Urban Oasis, Room 110.
Lunar:Perfect. Night, big guy. xo
After taking another big gulp of my beer, I smile and shuffle down the bed. Meeting Lunar was the best thing that could have happened to me. She’s awoken something inside me. Sure, I’m not looking for anything serious, but if she’s down to fuck, so amI. I’ve got to go back to my rock star roots and be the type of man I was pre-Ella. So a good time is just what I need.
It’s my time to shine, and fuck am I going to shine like the goddamn sun.
Chapter Five
DANGER
The Next Day
While awaiting Lunar’s arrival, I run around cleaning my hotel room. Sure, I haven’t fucked a woman since Ella, and I’m not having Lunar over to marry the damn chick, but there’s something about her that’s appealing, and that alarms me.
I don’t know anything about Lunar besides her name, that she’s part of the Satan’s Savages MC, and that she's a stripper. I like her sass, and even though I now have a strict no-woman-entanglement policy, I’m drawn to her.
A gentle knock echoes in the middle of shoving my shirts into the drawers. I turn to the door and take a deep, centering breath, smoothing down my shirt when I walk. Opening the door, I notice Lunar is standing there in a cute little top and short Daisy Dukes, looking as sexy as sin. My cock reminds me he’s well and truly functioning again, thanks to the beauty in front of me.
Smiling, I stand to the side and, with a sweep of my hand, gesture for her to come in. “How are you?” I ask.
“Good. Nice to see you dressed up,” she says, looking down at my black tank and jeans.
With a smirk, I tease, “What… were you expecting a button-down and slacks?”
She giggles. “No, I’m kidding, you look…fine.” She raises her eyebrow and smirks, giving me a suggestive look.
Swallowing hard, I shake my head and close the door.
“Love what you’ve done with the place,” she quips, dragging her nails along the terrible paintwork.
Even though I have money, I’m not staying in the fanciest places. I’m saving my cash and staying in dives for a reason—mymoney needs to be spent on more important things. All I need is a good mini bar and a bed. The room’s décor is not something I care about.
When I walk us into the main room, I chuckle at her sass while she checks out the queen-size bed, then gazes over to the two-seater couch. She heads straight for it and throws her handbag on the small round table by the sliding door leading to the balcony.
“So… Steel thinks he can get my band playing at your clubs and stuff, yeah?” I ask, starting a conversation, and she shrugs.
“Not sure. I haven’t talked to him. But I’d say Techie is the guy to chat with. He’s in the know about damn near everything. I swear that guy memorized the encyclopedia as a kid.”
Laughing, I nod. “Sounds like a nerd.”
“He prefers the term geek. He’s a good guy. I think you’ll get along great. He’ll do amazing things for your band. What’s your band’s name again?”
“Recoil.”
