Page 37 of Property of Camo

Rage rushes through me, my blood hot in my veins.

How fucking dare she do this. Here of all places.

I throw my glass against the wall, and it shatters, spreading all over the black flooring like little diamonds in the light.

Marching down the stairs, I close the gap between us. Eva has joined them, and her eyes go wide seeing me. She speaks to Skyla, who turns her head in my direction.

When her eyes settle on me, they go wide, her lips parting.

She braces for me, and so she fucking should.

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Skyla

The music sinks into my soul, making everything good for the moment.

It has been a rough few days.

Aston has not been at the gym, and I got so worried that I called Tate to do a welfare check on him. He was not happy with what he saw but he needs more to remove Aston from his family. The boy’s mother played it off like Aston got hurt playing football at school, which I know for a fact that he does not play— he loves baseball.

Then we had a water leak at the gym, so we had to close for three days. Plus, I have been having shit happening to me personally. First, my car was vandalized.Whorewas spray-painted on the gym window. Everything seems to be petty high school shit like early hours of the morning phone calls, with breathing on the other end. Then, I had twelve pizzas delivered to be paid for at the door.

The days have been very draining to say the least but those things have not been the only things weighing heavy on my mind.

Camo has still been radio silent, so after a big pint of ice cream and some wine, I decided that we were done, and I needed to move on. No more supernatural bikers for me. Even if they look like Greek gods and fuck like beasts.

My pussy will miss him, but she will get her fun elsewhere.

When Rocky suggested that we have a night out to relax and forget all the shit that we have been through, I readily agreed, needing to drink and dance the night away.

When Eva and I went shopping, I picked up a new outfit— one that makes my ass look damned good. It is a two piece: the skirt is black, fitting tight to my body and stopping mid-thigh, while the top is covered in gold glitter, and molds to my upper body, with thin spaghetti straps. I finished the outfit off with my black stiletto heels that do not kill my feet.

The big change to myself lately is that I have removed the blue from my hair, so now I am my natural black all over. I am not saying that I will keep this one color but for now, I am happy.

We are on the dance floor, enjoying the beats that the DJ is playing. Eva is dancing with Clark, while Rocky has his tongue down some chick’s throat. The guy behind me presses his erection against my ass.

He smells so good; not what I am used to but I push that thought away. The guy is good-looking with that all-American vibe, with dark hair, square jaw, and kind eyes.

With his hands on my waist, we dance and grind and if I am being completely honest with myself, I am liking the attention and the way he is making me feel.

“You are so sexy. I need to take you home with me,” he whispers against my ear.

Smirking at him over my shoulder, I let a smile spread across my face.

“Maybe.”

Leaning closer to Eva, I tell her that I need a drink and I’m going to the bar.

She nods, grinning like a fool, showing me her happiness.

I step away from the guy, ignoring the feeling of being watched, but I can’t stop myself from looking up at the balcony where I know the Kings sit when they come here, but I see no one.

The guy I was dancing with follows me, pressing against my back as I order a drink.

“What do you say to this being our last drink and then we get out of here? I need to feel you under me.” He nips at my ear, and I shiver.

My pussy quivers at the deep sound of his voice, the alcohol helping me with my horny state. I have not fucked anyone since I started sleeping with Camo, so this is welcome after the shit he has put me through.

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