Page 9 of Sexy Beginnings
I don’t know what to say. I guess now I get why Jordan said people run from them, not to them. “I, uh, I’m gonna go start dinner.” I don’t know if Tracie was trying to help me feel at home or make me want to run for cover. I make my way toward the kitchen and root through the refrigerator for things I could use to make dinner.
When I hear something drop in the pantry. I walk around the corner and what I see shocks me. Jordan is standing there with one of the girls he pointed out earlier. His eyes are closed and his hands are tangled in her long blonde hair. She is on her knees, and—oh my God. I see his . . . penis!
Look away, Lucy!
I quickly turn and go back to where I was before. As I try to grab what I need for dinner, my mind keeps going back to what they were doing. I keep seeing the picture in my head. Embarrassment and a sense of disgust fill me at once.
“Hey.” I jump at the sound of Jordan’s voice. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.”
I start chopping the veggies for the casseroles, which is no easy task with one good hand.
“How’s the wrist?”
“It’s fine.” I avoid looking at him. I don’t know why I’m hurt. I have no claim to him. I’m a little girl in his eyes and from what I just saw he is so out of my league.
“You have any questions?” I want to just tell him to leave me alone. My ego is hurt. I can’t though. I should be thankful, he is the main reason this club gave me a chance. If it would have just been Twisted there today, he would have told me to get out and not looked back. “Tell me about yourself. You already know some of my story.”
“Like what? There really isn’t much to know.” He takes a drink. I have a feeling that’s a lie. His eyes won’t meet mine. I get the feeling he is irritated with me and that it has to do with the fact that he is now tied to me.
“I don’t know. Tell me anything. I mean I don’t even know how old you are.” I shrug my shoulders. I hope he doesn’t think I’m trying to pry.
“I’m twenty one, came to the club a few months ago. My uncle used to be in the MC. He always talked about it and I knew that one day I’d be here. He passed away a couple years ago from cancer.” I can tell there is more under the surface. There are things he isn’t telling me.
“There is something else that I’ve been wondering. What’s the difference between you and everyone else? I know they call you Prospect, but what does that mean?”
“A Prospect is someone who wants to be a part of the brotherhood. But, this isn’t the kind of organization you just walk into. You have to earn your stripes, prove your loyalty and dedication to the club. Usually the waiting period is only a year, unless you screw up.”
“When will your waiting period be over?” I stop chopping and turn to face him.
His face is hard and I can sense the irritation rolling off of him. “When do you turn fifteen?”
“In a month.” Why does that matter?
“Then my waiting period is over in three years and one month.” He shakes his head as he stares at the countertop.
“When I turn eighteen?”
“Yep, I’m stuck in limbo ‘til then. I gotta go.” He walks out of the kitchen and I feel sick to my stomach.
His life is on hold because of me. All he tried to do was help me and now I got him in trouble.
I place the casseroles in the oven and set the timer for thirty minutes. As I walk back into the main room I see Jordan sitting with the other guys. I head back into my room and see shopping bags on my bed. There is a note sitting on top of them.
Mary, hope these are good enough. I thought about potato sacks but I figure you wouldn’t want to show off too much leg.
I pull out some pairs of yoga pants and t-shirts. There is even a new pair of sneakers. I’ll have to thank her the next time I see her.
I look around at the room I’m in and make peace with the fact that this will be my new home for the next three years.
Home sweet home.
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When I’m done cleaning up I look at the clock on the wall, it’s nine-thirty. The club has really started to fill up with people now and the music that usually hums low in the background is blasting. There are people everywhere, and everyone is drinking and dancing.
Then there’s me.
I’m sitting on a stool at the bar completely overwhelmed by everything that is going on. Girls are half dressed and doing things in public I don’t even know if I would feel comfortable doing in private.
When one of the girls takes off her top and climbs onto Twisted’s lap my jaw drops. His mouth is all over her and I think they might be about to have sex.
I need to go. I practically run down the hallway into my room. As I lay in bed alone my emotions are mixed. My whole life has changed in the span of a day. Everything I know has been ripped away and everything that replaced it is foreign. I don’t even know how to act here. I don’t want to lose myself, but I feel like I could.
I have gone from one extreme to another, being thrown into a completely new and unfamiliar territory.
Hopefully when it’s sink or swim I’ll survive.
