Page 19 of Ky
Even though I grew up in a big beautiful home with everything given to me, as I got older, I grew to appreciate the things I bought with the money I earned working. I never splurge on silly things, except lingerie. That I would never scrimp on. Oh, and of course, things for Willow.
Slipping into my underwear, I inhale a deep breath, feeling better already.Keep telling yourself that enough times, you might start believing it.Finding the rattiest T-shirt and sweats I own, I decided it was time for some Spring cleaning. That should get my mind off the asshole. But first I needed some breakfast, and to wake Sleeping Beauty.
Padding barefoot into the kitchen, I avoid looking at the island as thoughts of the way Ky had eaten me out assail my mind.
Frustration sets in, and all I want to do is scream. But instead of giving in to the urge, I keep myself busy—making coffee and disinfecting the island as I wait for it to brew. I decide to make pancakes. Taking a long, satisfying sip of the strong coffee, I let the liquid gold flow through my veins. Turning on my Bluetooth speaker, I cue up my 80s playlist.
Perfect. Shaking my hips to the music as I whisk the batter for the pancakes.
“Mommy, what are you doing?” A little voice speaks over the din of the music, and I turn to look at my baby, a wide smile on my face when I see her sleepy little face, her dark hair in knots flying everywhere, and Teddy, under her little arm.
“I’m making pancakes,” I tell her, flipping them onto a plate, before placing them in the middle of the table with some maple syrup.
“Yummy,” she cries, sitting down at the table. I put a pancake on her plate, cut it into bite-size pieces, and drizzle maple syrup over the top before placing the plate in front of her.
“There you go. Eat that, then I’ll take you upstairs to get dressed and brush your teeth.” Once she’s done, I busy myself getting her dressed before I let her play outside in the backyard.
After an hour of cleaning, I quickly check on Willow, reapplying sunscreen to her face, arms, and legs. It’s not too hot, but still the sun is beating down.
A few hours later, just as I was finally finishing up, my little girl appears in the doorway,
“Mommy, I’m hungry.” She whines, and I smile at her indulgently.
“Oh you are, are you? Well, we must do something about that.” Getting to my feet, I remove the rubber gloves from my hands and wash them in the sink, my nose turns up as the smell ofcleaning products surrounds me. I look down at my disheveled appearance, shrugging as I take Willow’s hand in mine. No one’s here to see me.
“Come on, sweet pea. Let’s go find something to eat.”
“Can we have cheesy pasta?” She asks, her eyes lighting up at the mention of one of her favorite meals, and I nod, smiling affectionately.
“Of course.” I reply.
Reaching the kitchen, I pick Willow up and place her on a chair at the dining table. I’d put water in a pot to boil on the stove for the pasta, when the doorbell sounded.
Frowning, I stand there for a beat, wondering who it could be on a Saturday. My heart pitter patters, maybe it’s Ky?
“Stay there.” I instruct my daughter with a lift of my brow, and pointing in her direction to show I was serious; but all she does is giggle as I rush to the door like an excited schoolgirl, completely forgetting about the way I was dressed.
Peering through the peephole, I fight back the wave of disappointment at the sight of who’s on my porch.
I plaster the most genuine smile I can muster on my face, but looking down at myself, I groan.Well, too late to do anything about my appearance now. Opening the door, I take in each woman standing in front of me. From Zoe, who’s become one of my closest friends, to Everleigh, who I’ve also become close with. She’s Kick’s girlfriend, the president of the Devil’s Carnage MC, or ol’lady, as they like to call it. Another gorgeous woman I’m not familiar with stands with them, she has pink, short, spikey hair, and she’s wearing tight leather, accentuating her perfect tiny figure. The last woman in the group is a gorgeous brunette, dressed demurely in an ankle length dress that covers her from head to toe. She’s braided her long ebony hair, which rests over one shoulder.
“Hey Zoe, what brings you guys here?” I ask as we hug.
“Invite us in, and I’ll tell you,” she says, with an arch of her brow.
“I’m a mess, I was doing some cleaning,” I tell them by way of an apology, explaining my appearance, loathe to let them in. Not because I didn’t want to see the women of the club since I’ve become a constant in their group, but I was a complete mess, and if I heard anything about Ky right now, I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t break down ugly crying. What happened between us last night was still fresh in my mind.
“Don’t bullshit me. We heard what happened with the guy who attacked you in your clinic, and that Ky saved you. That’s one of the reasons we came over, to see how you were doing. You going to invite us in, or are we going to talk about it out here?”
I roll my eyes and huff out a breath. Of course they have. I was at least thankful they hadn’t heard about Ky coming to my place last night, almost falling down drunk, and what happened afterwards. Those details I’d like to keep to myself.
Hesitantly, I move aside to allow the women to enter. I’ve never had members of the DCMC inside my home, except for Ky last night, and now the women of the club. The thought made my stomach churn with a nervous flutter.
For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why I was feeling this way, it’s not like I had anything to hide from anyone.
Except one thing. A voice in my head reminds me. And it’s all I can do to stop myself from telling that voice out loud to shut up
“As you can see, I’m fine,” I tell her.