The Biker's Fate Chapter 134

Mack

Friday evening, I arrived home and fell onto the sofa. Barney gave an excited bark and jumped onto my back, leaning down to sniff my face. I was tired and when I say tired, I mean close to death. My phone buzzed in my purse and I answered it with a muffled, "Hello."

"You don't sound good," Millie said.

Millicent Magrew had been my best friend since our senior year of high school. I think we would have been friends before that, but she transferred schools one week into the year, and had attached herself to me. I adored her.

I groaned, still unmoving. "I don't think there's a part of my body that doesn't hurt."

"Bad day?"

"No, not bad, per se. One of my ladies tried to get out of bed on her own and fell. I had to help her up and wacked my leg against a nightstand."

"Where the hell were the orderlies?"

"They were busy."

"Translation, Darien tried not to be a bother and overdid it."

I sighed. "Probably. I have to say, despite the fact she's almost ninety and her mind doesn't work very well, she's frickin' strong and fought me until she remembered who I was. Now I just want to lie here and die."

"So, no Blush?"

"Oh, right. I forgot," I admitted. I pushed myself up to a halfway seated position, pulling Barney onto my lap and giving him a gentle squeeze. "I think if I can catch a quick nap, I can rally."

"You're going to nap at six o'clock at night?"

"I'm going to try and nap at six o'clock at night."

Millie giggled. "Okay. Well, I'll be at your place at seven-thirty."

"Sounds good."

"See you then."

"'Bye." I dropped my phone in my purse and smiled down at Barney. "Potty time for you, little beast, and then sleep."

I took Barney out and then he curled up beside me on my bed and we napped until Millie's banging on the apartment door (and Barney's subsequent barking) woke me.

I pulled open the door to my best friend, the incomparably gorgeous Millicent Alissa Magrew. It really wasn't fair that I was surrounded by women who should be on some form of a catwalk, not working day jobs and slinging drinks to dirty old men. Millie also worked off and on bartending, although, she was an accountant by day and only took bartending jobs if she wanted to save for something specific.

Millie was almost six-feet tall without heels and when she walked into a room, all eyes were on her. Her father was white, her mother was black, and she had this dark mocha skin that made every woman hate her and every man want her. She'd been named after her great-grandmother and I used to joke that her parents had to give her such a weird name; otherwise the rest of us peasants couldn't exist with such perfection in our world. We would all combust.

"You look gorgeous," Millie quipped as she gave me a quick hug and pushed into the apartment.

"Bite me," I said, smiling as I locked the door.

Millie slipped off her flip-flops, and dropped her bags on the floor. "Shower."

"No, hi, how are you? How was your nap?" I asked.

"Hi, how are you? How was your nap? Shower."

I giggled and grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table, before heading to the bathroom.

"Don't wash your hair," Millie called as I closed the door.

"Gross, but okay," I called back.

I took extra time to shave my legs and exfoliate my skin, so by the time I slid a robe on and made my way into the living room, Pauley was home and Kim wasn't far behind.

"I'm going to do your makeup and Millie's on hair duty," Pauley said. "But right now, you need to choose which dress you're going to wear."

"I was going to wear—"

"Nope," Pauley said, cutting me off.

"You don't even know what I was going to say."

"It doesn't matter," Millie said. "We've got two choices for you."

She lifted a deep blue, one shoulder, cocktail dress that would barely cover my butt and another one shoulder, black dress with a skirt that flared slightly at the hem. I chose the black since it stopped just above the knee and would look great with my cherry red, strappy four-inch heels. Plus, it covered my ample rear-end and somewhat minimized it. Now, my boobs on the other hand were going to be a problem. "What am I supposed to wear for support?"

"This," Pauley said, and held out a weird plasticky looking bra thing.

"Um..."

Millie giggled. "It's self-adhesive, hon. The directions are in the box." Which she handed to me and I took a minute to look it over.

"Make-up, then dress, then hair," Pauley said, and the make-Darien-hot-plot was on.

Kim arrived ten minutes into my makeover and I glanced at the three women helping me get ready and wondered why they bothered. With them with me, I wouldn't be seen anyway. Kim was tall, almost five-foot-ten, with legs that I'd kill for... or, at the very least, maim for. She had long dark hair and big brown eyes, and tonight she wore dark red lipstick that drew focus to her full lips, especially since the rest of her makeup was minimal.

"I change my mind," I grumbled. "I'm not going out with you three."

"What? Why?" Kim asked.

"I think it's pretty obvious," I ground out.

"You're an idiot," Millie said.

"No, I'm not! I'm right."

"What am I missing?" Kim asked.

"She's feeling self-conscious because she thinks she's ugly," Pauley provided.

"You're a fucking nut," Kim said.

"I don't think I'm ugly," I corrected. "I'm just kind of plain looking compared to you."

They looked at each other and then laughed.

"What?"

"It's a good thing we made you our project tonight then, ugly duckling." Pauley grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, turning me to face the full-length mirror.

"Holy crap." I gasped. "What did you do to me?" I leaned forward. "I look hot!"

Pauley giggled. "Yeah you do."

My dark red curls fell in soft waves around my shoulders, teased away from my face and made a little bigger... okay, a lot bigger... than I had ever worn it, but it gave me a sexy look that I was really digging. I had smoky eyes and a light lip, which drew focus to my eyes. Even though the silicone bra felt weird, it did what it was supposed to do (kind of) and the dress hugged every curve. Pauley loaned me the red clutch that matched my shoes and Kim had painted my nails the same color. To say I felt a bit like slutty Cinderella was an understatement, and I loved it.

"Feel better?" Pauley asked.

"Hells yes. I feel great."

"Let's go before she changes her mind," Millie demanded, and we made sure Barney was locked in my room, and headed out.