Analise’s POV
I’ve never seen Tiffany look this bad in my life. Being in jail has not benefited her. Her skin is sallow, and her hair looks listless and greasy. My view was then blocked by Naomi and Hudson, who immediately began begging me to let Tiffany go. Like I owed them a favor or something.
“Sure, I’ll let her go, just like she let me go,” I replied. Her father moved forward to say something, but Charlier stopped him.
Charlie was right about what he saidst night. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. Waiting for her to harm me or my children. I won’t be allowing her toe near our babies. It’s best to deal with her now. Not going to lie, I was looking forward to her being sentenced today. I wanted her to be carted off to jail.
“I like you desperate for me,” I told her, my voice getting husky.
“Uhm, o-okay,” she stuttered. “B-but you won’t be my first kiss…”
Talk about a bucket of cold water being thrown on me.
“Excuse me?” I practically spat. “Who fucking put their lips on you?”
I wanted a name. I knew no guy at school would dare. Any four of us would kill him. She was always with us, so who?
“U-uhm… Ozias k-kissed me the d-day he left.” She told me. “H-he said he wanted to steal something from me and k-kissed me.”
Wait… Ozias? Ha! Of fucking course he did!
I chuckled and ran a hand through my hair.
“Did he use tongue?” I asked.
“A little,” she mumbled.
“Did you like it?” I asked. “Be honest.”
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“Alright, tell me if I’m better then,” I said.
Before Bly could say anything else, I smashed our lips together. She was stiff at first, but slowly melted into me. I took it slowly at first, but when my tongue develed into her mouth, tasting her for the first time, I pushed things a little further. My hands were on her hips, grinding her into me, and my tongue was exploring every inch of her mouth.
“T-T-Tae…” Bly moaned against my lips and I thought I was going tobust.
Hearing that voice say my name…
~ Present: age, 25~
“Fuck!” I groaned out as I shot my load down Coco’s throat. She swallowed everything I gave her and licked me clean. I hated that I had to think of Blythe to get off, but it was always like that for me. I came to ept the fact a few years ago.
“Wanna go back to your room C.G.?” Coco asked.
Just when I was about to say yes, Grim shouted out to us: “Prez and VP are back!”
I gave Coco an apologetic look, but she understood.
“Next time, baby,” she said, kissing my cheek and sauntering away.
Coco’s our newest addition, which is why right now was the first time she was seeing my co.ck. I like her a lot though. She knows her ce and that’s hard toe by with women in this lifestyle. They always want more. Like fucking Alex.
I should have never stuck my dick in that girl.
A few of us gathered to the bar since it was near the door. The ones of us that are closer to Karma and Psycho, the ones excited about them being back. We can give them their space while also being right there when they enter.
A few minutester, Psycho walked in with a sour look on his face. Which was confusing, because the guy is always happy as fuck to be home. After him, Karma walked in, looking grim. Of course, no emotion is a norm for Karma, but this is… different. Especially because he didn’t even walk fully into the club.
“Everything okay, Prez?” I asked as I stood up from the stool at the bar.
Karma didn’t answer me. Instead, he reached a hand out the door, and yanked somebody inside. My eyes went wide and the beer that was in my hand slipped out, shattering on the floor. All eyes turned to us at the sound, the music somehow fading out.
We all stared wide-eyed at the small woman Karma just shoved inside.
“B-Blythe?”
“Come on, you said you were ready,” Karma grunted when I stood frozen in front of the door.
I know I said I was ready, but I didn’t mean it! Obviously, I’m not ready. Not for any of this. I feel like I’m going to cry, vomit, and pass out.
“M-m-maybe you can sneak me i-in the back-”
“Not a fucking chance, Blythe,” Karma cut me off as he stood at the door, waiting for me to walk through.
“Everything okay, Prez?” I heard someone yell, and I recognized that voice. It hurt my heart to hear it. It had me second-guessing everything again, wondering what my chances were if I set Butter down and bolted.
Before I could attempt it, Karma yanked me through the doorway. Just as I suspected, Tae was standing near the door. When he saw me, his eyes went wide and the beer in his had shattered on the floor, causing everyone to look our way. The music was still sting and there were several members too drunk to give a fuck, but many of them recognized me and were frozen in shock.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Tae though. I’ve always found Tae attractive. Hell, I’ve always found all of them attractive, but seeing them so grown up now…
I mean, Chayton with his Native American traits; that long dark hair, those deep brown eyes that were almost ck. He’s always been tall and muscr, but now he’s that times ten. Just like the rest of them, and covered in tats.
Just like Kylian. He’s buffer than I ever remember, more brooding, and I saw his entire left arm covered in ink. That damn ent of his hasn’t let up either.
Now here I am, staring at Tae, my Korean-American crush, or rather, ex-crush. His ck hair is longer than he ever had it before. Just long enough to tie into a top-knot, but not sure if he could do a man-bun. Right now it’s down and tucked behind his ears that are growing redder by the second. His hazel eyes stand out just like I remember. He’s taller and more muscr too. Not as tall or as buff as Karma and Psycho, but close.
Tae is absolutely covered in ink though. I’m not surprised at all. He had a few tattoos before I left when I was 16. Tae wanted to be a tattoo artist after high school. He was going to train under Ink, another club member who owned a shop in town. Tae was aputer genius, but that wasn’t his passion. Tattooing was. And he used to beg me to let him brand my skin.
His tattoos span across both arms, moving in intricate designs behind medium-sized sticker-like tattoos. There were all kinds of different things; flowers, a tiger, a snake, a motorcycle, and a few other things I wasn’t really able to make out. I could see more intricate designsing out from the neck of his gray T-shirt. Tae even had a couple of small tattoos on his face.
“B-Blythe?” He breathed out.
I feel like I’m looking at a ghost. It’s still awkwardly tense as Tae and I stare each other down. His eyes roamed across my entire body, taking everything in. I know I look like a hot-mess right now. My hair is probably all over the ce, I’m still in my uniform from the diner, and I can only imagine how tired I probably look.
I started to feel extremely insecure and squeezed Butter’s carrier tighter to me, like it would shield me from everyone’s eyes.
“Holy sh.it, is it really you?” Tae asked as he stepped closer to me. He reached a hand up to touch me, but I backed away. The hurt clear on his face made my chest ache, but I ignored it.
They hurt me first.
“Bly…?” Tae asked gently, probably wondering why I didn’t want him to touch me.
Even when things were bad here, Tae was always there for me. I never denied him any kind of attention. Ever. We never even fought.
But things are different now. I don’t trust any of them. They all let me down. They all sent me back to hell, and here they are, doing it again.
“She’s still getting used to everything,” Karma told Tae.
“Getting used to?” Tae replied with a raised brow. “What does that mean?”
“It means that we dragged her ass here against her will,” Psycho said from a few feet away as some blonde bimbo drapes herself over him.
I looked away from them. I didn’t want to see the smug look on Psycho’s face. He’s happy they’re finally home and dragged me along with them. They got what they wanted. Hell, maybe he’s happy because it’s only a matter of time before I get sent back to being abused day in and day out.
“She didn’t want toe back,” Karma stated.
“What? Why? Because of your husband?” Tae asked me.