a clean towel from above the vanity and placing it on the hook. The steam quickly fills the room and I strip out of yesterday’s clothes and hop in, relishing in the heat as it pummels on my skin. My hangover sort of slinks away and my head’s a little clearer.
I don’t spend long washing and detangling my hair, I have shit to do before my date tonight. That thought brings a smile to my face, excitement zings through my body. Hopefully, this date won’t be an epic disaster like my last one. Fuck, remembering that night makes me cringe. The physical repercussions from that one single event still haunt me to this very day. The only people that know about it is Isabella and the police.
The feeling of someone squeezing my lungs, my chest tightening has me leaning my back against the freezing cold tiles and fighting for breath. Panic attacks are a regular occurrence in my life as of recently and it’s something I’m learning to control. With a few deep breaths in through my nose and out through my mouth calms me down and the fuzzy feeling in my hands starts to dissolve into a numb feeling.
The tears streaming down my face are quickly washed away by the spray of the shower that’s still spitting hot water down at me. Once I feel I have myself completely under control, I finish washing and turn the dial to off before stepping from the shower on the fluffy rug and wrapping the towel I had hung up around me.
Still shaken, I make my way back to my bedroom to dress in yoga pants and a tank. Something comfy to lounge about in before tonight. Jase flits through my mind and my core tightens, remembering the way he thrust into me. Damn, the guy is so hot that he could be on an issue of a Men’s Health magazine. What the hell does he see in me? I know of his reputation; I’ve done my research but my vagina wants another round. Maybe it will maybe it won’t; it all depends on the night ahead.
I make myself a cheese sandwich and get comfortable on the sofa, ready for a round with Jax in Sons of Anarchy. Now that’s one man I would never kick out of bed for farting, that’s for sure.
The letterbox banging against the wood of the door rouses me from a nap I never intended to have. I check the time and swear under my breath before jumping up and opening. Isabella raises a brow at me, looks me up and down at my attire with a disapproving glare. “Chica, why the hell are you not dressed already?”
“I fell asleep on the sofa.” I shrug a shoulder in indifference and leave her to let herself in. “I’ll go dress. Set up the shit you need to and I won’t take long.”
I honestly won’t take long because I’ll do my make-up after my hair, it’s kind of like a ritual of good luck… it never works but I do it anyway.
Opening my wardrobe, I seek out the classy yet sexy, backless dress which is shoved right in the corner. I smell it to make sure it smells clean and check it for moth balls. I can’t even remember the last time I wore this or if I ever did. But there’s no back, it goes halfway down my thighs. There’s a diamond shape missing around my navel showing off my belly ring and my cleavage will be generous. There’s a small chain that goes over the left hip side of the dress that finishes at my lower back. It’s exquisite and the most expensive dress I own.
I undress quickly, kicking my clothes to the corner of the room and slip the dress over my head and tug it down. It hugs me like a second skin and I can’t decide whether I feel like a million dollars or a fat gremlin. Great thing about Isabella? She’s one hundred percent honest.
Sighing, I leave the confines of my bedroom and go back to the den where Isabella is bent over fiddling around with shit in her bag. She’s cursing in Spanish and it makes me snort.
“Something… Whoa…“ She stands straight and gapes at me, mouth open and all. “You look hot, chica! I don’t think you’ve ever looked so amazing!”
“You sure I don’t look like a
I don’t spend long washing and detangling my hair, I have shit to do before my date tonight. That thought brings a smile to my face, excitement zings through my body. Hopefully, this date won’t be an epic disaster like my last one. Fuck, remembering that night makes me cringe. The physical repercussions from that one single event still haunt me to this very day. The only people that know about it is Isabella and the police.
The feeling of someone squeezing my lungs, my chest tightening has me leaning my back against the freezing cold tiles and fighting for breath. Panic attacks are a regular occurrence in my life as of recently and it’s something I’m learning to control. With a few deep breaths in through my nose and out through my mouth calms me down and the fuzzy feeling in my hands starts to dissolve into a numb feeling.
The tears streaming down my face are quickly washed away by the spray of the shower that’s still spitting hot water down at me. Once I feel I have myself completely under control, I finish washing and turn the dial to off before stepping from the shower on the fluffy rug and wrapping the towel I had hung up around me.
Still shaken, I make my way back to my bedroom to dress in yoga pants and a tank. Something comfy to lounge about in before tonight. Jase flits through my mind and my core tightens, remembering the way he thrust into me. Damn, the guy is so hot that he could be on an issue of a Men’s Health magazine. What the hell does he see in me? I know of his reputation; I’ve done my research but my vagina wants another round. Maybe it will maybe it won’t; it all depends on the night ahead.
I make myself a cheese sandwich and get comfortable on the sofa, ready for a round with Jax in Sons of Anarchy. Now that’s one man I would never kick out of bed for farting, that’s for sure.
The letterbox banging against the wood of the door rouses me from a nap I never intended to have. I check the time and swear under my breath before jumping up and opening. Isabella raises a brow at me, looks me up and down at my attire with a disapproving glare. “Chica, why the hell are you not dressed already?”
“I fell asleep on the sofa.” I shrug a shoulder in indifference and leave her to let herself in. “I’ll go dress. Set up the shit you need to and I won’t take long.”
I honestly won’t take long because I’ll do my make-up after my hair, it’s kind of like a ritual of good luck… it never works but I do it anyway.
Opening my wardrobe, I seek out the classy yet sexy, backless dress which is shoved right in the corner. I smell it to make sure it smells clean and check it for moth balls. I can’t even remember the last time I wore this or if I ever did. But there’s no back, it goes halfway down my thighs. There’s a diamond shape missing around my navel showing off my belly ring and my cleavage will be generous. There’s a small chain that goes over the left hip side of the dress that finishes at my lower back. It’s exquisite and the most expensive dress I own.
I undress quickly, kicking my clothes to the corner of the room and slip the dress over my head and tug it down. It hugs me like a second skin and I can’t decide whether I feel like a million dollars or a fat gremlin. Great thing about Isabella? She’s one hundred percent honest.
Sighing, I leave the confines of my bedroom and go back to the den where Isabella is bent over fiddling around with shit in her bag. She’s cursing in Spanish and it makes me snort.
“Something… Whoa…“ She stands straight and gapes at me, mouth open and all. “You look hot, chica! I don’t think you’ve ever looked so amazing!”
“You sure I don’t look like a
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