Page 7 of Mara
“Well, uh…thank you?”
Resisting the urge to facepalm myself, I bit my tongue. I did not just thank a man I pulled into a bathroom.
He raised a brow and did a mock head bow before opening the door and leaving me behind.
I sighed, trying to focus on my reflection. I looked as pathetic as I felt. At least I had a good orgasm. I looked around the floor, trying to find my broken thong.
Where the fuck had that piece of shit gotten to?
After searching under the trash can, behind the toilet, and even the baby changing station, I came to the conclusion that my thong was no longer in the bathroom.
Did he…take it?
My head was spinning as I opened the door and walked out.
Why the fuck would my Stranger steal my broken underwear?
I heard my sister before I saw her. She squealed, running over to where I stood.
I probably smelled like sex, and I was covered in my own come. I wiped at my crotch and dodged my sister’s enthusiasm.
“Hey Gigi,” I sighed, trying to spot Alex. I spotted them chatting with a group, so I supposed they had made some new friends that were less dumb and fucked up than I was.
Good for them.
“I am surprised you didn’t bail again, Mara.”
I started to refute that, but then I stalled.
My name. The stranger said my name.
How did he know my fucking name?
“What the fuck?” I said aloud, feeling more confused than ever.
Gigi led me by my arm back to the tables and was talking in my ear.
I caught bits of her signing but ignored her, trying to think back to whether I had met the stranger before somewhere. No. I would have remembered him.
So how the fuck does he know me?
“Anyways,” Gigi continued, finally getting to a table and dragging me in front of it. “At least you’re finally joining me and Jenkins! I am so happy, sissy. Thank you for always being an amazing sister to me.”
I started to respond, but then I noticed who was at the table. The stranger. The blond, tongue fucking god was standing and walking over to us.
“Oh, that’s fucking rich, assh?—”
My sister pulled the man forward and kissed him. I felt like I had been slapped upside the head or thrown into a weird twilight zone.
What the fuck was going on?
“Mara?”
I looked over to see my sister looking between me and the biker.
“Uhh…” I stumbled over my words.
The guy gave an evil smirk only I could see. Then he licked his fucking lips while wrapping his arms around Gianna.
