Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 75

Briar

Of course, Carter brought me to a ride with the girls, where they were dressed all cute as can be, and here I was, in an oil-stained tee and loose-fitting jeans. Cleo, Tessa, and Amber were chatting as they played a game of darts. Lana went to introduce us, and Amber just smiled and said we had met, but she looked forward to getting to know me better. We had left them chatting about their husbands and kids. I huffed, staring into the mirror. When Lana came out of the stall.

“What's wrong?” she asked.

“I didn’t get a dress code clause in the invite,” I said, motioning to what I was wearing. Lana let her eyes wander slowly over me, biting her lip.

“You're still hot, who cares?” she announced, moving to wash her hands as I brushed out my hair and chuckled. Lana’s personality had a way of taking all my insecurities away. That's when Mazzie and Amber busted through the bathroom door, fuming. We both turned to look at them.

“Ladies, we have a problem,” Amber announced. “Miranda’s crew is crashing our ride.” I felt one of my hands ball into a fist. That bitch just couldn’t leave anything good alone.

“You can’t be fucking serious?” Lana asked, as I searched Mazzie’s face for confirmation. She just shook her head in disapproval at what was sure to transpire.

“Carter sent me to keep an eye on you, Briar, but I’m more worried about what she plans to do in regards to him. I don’t care what you two are, but you're the only one who can realistically play the part.”

“That fucking bitch,” my voice seemed to come out in a snarl. The girls nodded in agreement.

“Briar, you gotta hang on Carter like you fuck like animals on the regular, or she's gonna try something,” Mazzie said. The other two nodded as I was already making my way to the door, tossing my backpack over my shoulder. 

Amber stopped me and placed a hand on my chest before looking me up and down. “Not like that. She will try to eat you alive. You can’t give her any room to talk her fucking bullshit.”

I chucked my bag on the counter and began digging around in it, and went to work quickly. Mazzie’s eyes looked glassy as I glanced at her in the mirror.

“Diago is stalling her, you got ten minutes.” I didn’t know how she knew, but I didn’t have the time to consider it. I pulled out a cropped halter top and a pair of fishnets. They watched me curiously before I snatched my knife from my boot, surprising Amber, and causing Lana to grin. I cut out the crotch of a pair of older fishnets and chucked my shirt, not caring what was on display in the ladies' room. I replaced it with the low back halter bralette and pulled the fishnets over it so it came just below it like a crop top. I sliced through the feet, hooking my thumbs into the netting before I dove back in the bag for my makeup and another pair of stockings and a pair of black high-rise shorts, frayed about the legs. 

I shrugged out of my jeans, pulling another set of fishnets up my legs and the shorts on over them before shoving my feet back into my boots. Lana bent down to help me relace them. My ass had gotten rounder with all the squats I had been doing, so it peeked out the bottom of the shorts. I dug in my bag for black eyeliner and black lipstick that didn’t budge once you put it on. Just under ten minutes later, with my bag tossed over my shoulder, I strutted out of the ladies’ room; a force to be reckoned with.

The girls followed me in support, and I felt that to my core. Miranda was stepping out the side door to the parking lot where our bikes were, two beers in hand. Not today, bitch. I thought as my eyes followed her line of sight. That was when that presence rose within me just under my skin. My eyes looked past her and zeroed in on Carter. I purposely bumped into her shoulder as I strode past her. Carter's eyes were glued to mine in relief. It's alright, handsome, mama’s here to save you. I thought as he collected me into his arms.

“You never cease to surprise me,” he said, his eyes boring into mine and then he kissed me, deep and possessive, one hand tangled into my loose hair at my nape, the other sliding over my hip and gripping my ass. I opened to him instantly, one hand looping around his neck, the other gripping his jacket. Time seemed to stop. Lana’s voice cried out, the words lost to me. However, that presence rushed to the surface and flooded me.