Page 24 of The Stallion
Asher won this argument, as she always did—the woman who always knew the right things to say to make me feel better about myself.
Neverbeingonetodisappoint, I stayed true to my word, putting on my best smile and dressing as if I were on top of the world.
I had to dig through my suitcase and search for something that would make me feel flirty and available without also reminding me of the man who had managed to take away my spark.
“Damn, Bria! Okay, I legit did not expect you to go the sexy temptress direction but it fucking works. Now all you need is the attitude to match and a man to fill that space between your legs.” Asher grinned from the bathroom doorway as she finished curling her hair, and I bent over from my seated position on the edge of the bed to pull on my black heeled boots.
Dressing up used to be a lot of fun until Connor forced me to wear what he wanted all the fucking time. Turning me into his perfect trophy with light florals and anything that would show off my legs and ass when we were around his teammates. He enjoyed making other men jealous—far too much, in my opinion.
With my boots on, I stood up from the bed and walked over to the full-length mirror built into the closet door, taking one last look at my ensemble before we made our way down to the theater.
The benefit of staying in the same hotel as the show was that you weren’t too rushed to get out the door and into your seat. Calling a Lyft would have been an absolute nightmare with how long Asher took to get ready.
My temptress-of-the-night outfit included black pleather leggings that clung to me like a second skin, a hot pink silk tank top, cut low enough to give a good view of my cleavage with the additional help of my black push-up bra, and my favorite light blue denim jacket to add just a hint of modesty.
I tied it all together with a pair of platform black heeled boots adorned with studded buckles, which added an extra four inches to my short five-foot-four height.
My dark hair was styled in long, flowing beach waves that fell just past my breasts, and my makeup was simple yet smoky, allowing my bright, amber eyes to stand out.
For the first time in a week, I felt decent—still not one hundred percent, but better than I had been in the days prior. Seeing myself in the mirror—how pretty I could look when I made an effort and tried—did have a positive impact on my self-esteem.
“Alright, let’s get going before we’re late! I need a cocktail, pronto.” Asher rushed out as she smacked my ass hard, hustling past me to pick up her purse from the dresser.
She looked fucking hot in her tight leather mini skirt, which unapologetically exposed the edge of her ass cheeks, a pink corsettop with intricate lace detail, and a black leather moto jacket. Her knee-high boots were a shade of blush that matched her top, and they sparkled in the light as she walked.
“I think we both know you want more than just a fancycock-tail tonight.”
“Well, duh. That should be more than obvious by now. Do you even know me? However, you are the main event on display, and I’ll be pushing every man onto you if I can—unless I absolutelyhaveto have him. Then I call dibs.”
“I have standards, you know…”
“Not tonight, you don’t. Fuck having standards. Live. Be free. Spread those legs like a fucking butterfly and enjoy your last night in Vegas!” She shrieked with glee like the cheerleader she was, smacking the side of my thigh before opening the door and exiting into the dead quiet hall as if she owned the place.
Here we fucking go…
Chapter 10
Bria
MickandNataliewereanxiously waiting for us at the top of the escalators that led to the Red Magic theater.
“About damn time.”
“We were about to head in without you!”
“Calm your tits, Ash had to take her precious time curling her hair.” I chirped, rolling my eyes at them while giving Asher a playful nudge right before stepping off the escalator.
“At least I took the time to style mine instead of just drowning the roots in dry shampoo, fluffing it up, and calling it a day.” Asher huffed, flipping one of her long curls over her shoulder and strutting past us toward the photo booth. “Messy-styled is not a thing, by the way. I don’t care who suggested otherwise.”
Mick, Natalie, and I snickered as we followed closely behind her—again, my mood elevating even higher than before—forgetting the bad and embracing the good that was my tribe.
“Alright, get in nice and close, ladies—like you love each other—and let’s see those sexy smiles. One… two… three.” The photographer took a couple of quick group photos, handing us a card with a QR code to review them later, before we proceeded through the theater doors with our seat assignments in hand.
Once inside, we were escorted to a small round wooden table at the far end of our row, right between the foot of the grand staircase and the loveseats.
Asher sat me on the very end, exposed to where the most foot traffic would be.
“If you don’t get attention in that spot with the way you’re dressed, then all hope is lost for you.” She tsked with a saccharine smile before taking her seat right behind mine. “Now where’s our damn waiter, I’m ready to get this night fucking started.”
