and in thick with the freedom that it all brought. And
she felt all of those things and more with Cadeon.
The only thing that could stand between them was
each other, but even that could be their biggest downfall.
Chapter Ten
The next couple of days flew by, but with Stella
putting in a couple of extra hours each day at her “real” job, and trying to
play catch up with the books at the club, the time had slipped by without her
even knowing it. But then again her nights had been filled with Cadeon coming
over and showing her exactly how insatiable he could be. Her father hadn’t
really brought up any more about her choice in men, but he had done a lot of
grunting, sighing, and then finally just said that if she was happy he’d deal
with his own shit. But Stella supposed going toe-to-toe with her dad, telling
him that she was a grown ass woman and would be with whomever she pleased, had
also helped him realize that he couldn’t control her anymore. Yes, he was her
father and she loved and respected him, but she also cared about Cadeon. If
this was a mistake it was hers to make, and she would learn from it. But right
now she was enjoying what she had going with her tattoo artist, and wasn’t that
all that mattered?
Even thinking about how flustered her father had
gotten had her smiling. Mickey “Scars” Lore was one stubborn man, but he did
back off and give her room on this. At least he was trying, and that was a huge
step for him.
The rest of the club was actually pretty on board
with her and Cadeon, but then again they had all mentioned the fact that they
hadn’t missed the way she had watched him over the years, and the fact that
they had placed bets on how long she could last before growing a “set” and
talking to him. Apparently Cadeon had been far stealthier in noticing her, but
she supposed he had a lot more on the line than she had, and starting shit with
a biker gang wasn’t the smartest move. Stella didn’t know if any of this would
work out, but she wouldn’t know unless she tried, and that was all she could
do.
She finished up entering in some data into the
computer, closed it down, and headed out of her office. She was having dinner
with Cadeon tonight, in an actual restaurant and a meal that didn’t consist of a
pizza and six-pack of beer.
“Bye, Callie.” She waved at the receptionist and dug
in her purse for her eyes and cell. It was times like this—the happy moments in
life—that she wished she had friends that she was close with. Aside from the
few acquaintances that she worked with and occasionally went out to dinner
with, most of her friends from high school had moved out of Reckless once they
graduated and hadn’t come back. There weren’t many opportunities in the small
town, but she had been lucky enough to snag an internship position while still
attending school, and then once she had her degree they offered her a part-time
position. But Stella kept to herself, and always had.
Once in her car and on the road, she felt the
excitement at the thought of seeing Cadeon rush through her veins. Eventually
the butterflies would dwindle, and the newness of their relationship would
fade, but she knew it would always feel right. They hadn’t even classified what
they were or given themselves a label. But Stella didn’t need anything like
that. She didn’t need to be called a girlfriend or old lady. All she needed to
be called was Cadeon’s.
****
Cadeon looked at his watch once more and expected
Stella to arrive any minute. He would have met her at the restaurant, or at
least picked her up, but Ziggy had called in sick, and he wasn’t about to leave
Naggie all alone to man the entire shop. Naggie finished up with her last client
for the evening, and once he was checked out he grabbed some designs and put
them in a folder. He turned up the music and glanced over at Naggie, who had a
grin on her face as she cleaned up her area. “What are you all smiles about?”
She glanced
she felt all of those things and more with Cadeon.
The only thing that could stand between them was
each other, but even that could be their biggest downfall.
Chapter Ten
The next couple of days flew by, but with Stella
putting in a couple of extra hours each day at her “real” job, and trying to
play catch up with the books at the club, the time had slipped by without her
even knowing it. But then again her nights had been filled with Cadeon coming
over and showing her exactly how insatiable he could be. Her father hadn’t
really brought up any more about her choice in men, but he had done a lot of
grunting, sighing, and then finally just said that if she was happy he’d deal
with his own shit. But Stella supposed going toe-to-toe with her dad, telling
him that she was a grown ass woman and would be with whomever she pleased, had
also helped him realize that he couldn’t control her anymore. Yes, he was her
father and she loved and respected him, but she also cared about Cadeon. If
this was a mistake it was hers to make, and she would learn from it. But right
now she was enjoying what she had going with her tattoo artist, and wasn’t that
all that mattered?
Even thinking about how flustered her father had
gotten had her smiling. Mickey “Scars” Lore was one stubborn man, but he did
back off and give her room on this. At least he was trying, and that was a huge
step for him.
The rest of the club was actually pretty on board
with her and Cadeon, but then again they had all mentioned the fact that they
hadn’t missed the way she had watched him over the years, and the fact that
they had placed bets on how long she could last before growing a “set” and
talking to him. Apparently Cadeon had been far stealthier in noticing her, but
she supposed he had a lot more on the line than she had, and starting shit with
a biker gang wasn’t the smartest move. Stella didn’t know if any of this would
work out, but she wouldn’t know unless she tried, and that was all she could
do.
She finished up entering in some data into the
computer, closed it down, and headed out of her office. She was having dinner
with Cadeon tonight, in an actual restaurant and a meal that didn’t consist of a
pizza and six-pack of beer.
“Bye, Callie.” She waved at the receptionist and dug
in her purse for her eyes and cell. It was times like this—the happy moments in
life—that she wished she had friends that she was close with. Aside from the
few acquaintances that she worked with and occasionally went out to dinner
with, most of her friends from high school had moved out of Reckless once they
graduated and hadn’t come back. There weren’t many opportunities in the small
town, but she had been lucky enough to snag an internship position while still
attending school, and then once she had her degree they offered her a part-time
position. But Stella kept to herself, and always had.
Once in her car and on the road, she felt the
excitement at the thought of seeing Cadeon rush through her veins. Eventually
the butterflies would dwindle, and the newness of their relationship would
fade, but she knew it would always feel right. They hadn’t even classified what
they were or given themselves a label. But Stella didn’t need anything like
that. She didn’t need to be called a girlfriend or old lady. All she needed to
be called was Cadeon’s.
****
Cadeon looked at his watch once more and expected
Stella to arrive any minute. He would have met her at the restaurant, or at
least picked her up, but Ziggy had called in sick, and he wasn’t about to leave
Naggie all alone to man the entire shop. Naggie finished up with her last client
for the evening, and once he was checked out he grabbed some designs and put
them in a folder. He turned up the music and glanced over at Naggie, who had a
grin on her face as she cleaned up her area. “What are you all smiles about?”
She glanced
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