My parents didn’t really technically forget my birthday; they just chose to celebrate it, and I used the term celebrate loosely during their annual dinner party where my mother had the cook make me a cupcake. A single cupcake that had no sugar, nocalories, or so she thought. Every time the cook set it down in front of me, he winked.
I sighed at the memories that plagued me and then looked at myself in the mirror, and then... I smiled.
Because I looked good. Damn good.
Finally, I took the curlers out of my hair sprayed a few things into it to hold the curls, then shook my head a few times.
And then... perfect. Wild and untamed.
Just then, my phone pinged with a text.
Grey - Taking the truck, baby girl. Don’t change.
Me – Okay.
Grey – That it?
Me – Yeah. Why?
Grey – Not asking why?
Me – I think I’m starting to get the man you are, and if you want me to know, you’ll tell me.
Grey – Just landed my ass in the doghouse.
Me – Why?
Silence.
Me – Grey?
Silence.
I frowned.
Then, fifteen minutes later, when the clock showed five forty-five, there was a knock at the door.
I headed to it, lifted on my tiptoes, checked the peephole, and smiled.
I unlocked the door, and at my first look at him, I wanted to melt into a puddle of goo.
He had on a backward black ballcap, a black long-sleeved button-up with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, forearm porn, fucking perfect. And the jeans that hugged his thighs and were loose at the same time, oh my. He also had on black motorcycle boots.
But what I didn’t see was his kutte. I lifted a brow, “No, kutte?”
He didn’t respond for a few beats, then he said, “Gimmie a minute for my brain to come back online.”
I giggled, “What are you talking about?”
He sighed, lifted his ballcap, ran his hand over his hair, then replaced his ballcap. Then shared, “All the blood in my body raced to my cock at the sight of you. I need a minute.”
Therefore, I gave him that minute, completely stunned.
Then I watched as he closed his eyes, swallowed, and shook his head.
Then he opened his eyes and said, “No kutte tonight because of where I’m taking you, but it’s in my truck. I’ll put it on when we get to the next part of our date.”
I nodded, then I lifted a brow, “Doghouse?”
