Page 29 of Asher

So that was what I did, but not before he said, “Mind your heels and the pipes, Chloe.”

I nodded.

The moment I was settled behind him, he said over the rumble of his bike, “Going to keep it slow so your hair doesn’t get ruined, alright?”

I wrapped my arms around his middle and said, “Sounds good.”

I looked over at Stella, who had her eyes on me, and she mouthed, “Oh my gawd.”

I giggled, and thankfully, it was drowned out by Asher’s bike.

When we pulled out of the driveway, we were met with ten members of Zagan MC, along with Hugo, Archer, and Hale, the other three artists that make up Badd Motha Ink.

As we passed the entrance to the school, I was kind of shocked. The parking lot was half full.

But what I thought was funny was that we passed a restaurant, and I saw Brett walking in front of Karla.

Did anyone tell her she looked like the big bird on that show Sesame Street?

Geez, she needed some new friends.

Once we made it to the clubhouse, Asher backed his bike in and then shut it off.

Placing my hand on his shoulder, I carefully stood, then watched as he moved and looked me up and down, “Yeah, hair is still good.”

I smiled up at him, “Thank you, Asher.”

He nodded, “Just don’t revert to that Mr. Hendrix shit. Alright?”

I giggled, then nodded.

Stella was walking at Kyrian’s side; however, she stepped closer to me, wrapped her arm in mine, and whispered, “Can we freeze time, please? I wanted to remain on the back of his bike for the rest of eternity.”

I snickered, not saying that I wanted to do that too with Asher.

We walked into the clubhouse, and we both stopped and stared.

The entire clubhouse was transformed with fairy lights.

The tables and chairs had been moved.

The dance floor was created.

Little paper lanterns hung from the ceiling.

Little plates and cups littered the bar top with what appeared to be finger foods.

Asher and Kyrian stepped around us and headed farther into the main room of the clubhouse.

Just then, I heard a squeal.

I was shocked when I saw Casey, Nora, Poppy, Lizzie, and Maria. I looked at Stella, who was smiling.

“Texted them while you were doing your finishing touches. They thought the gym was a bad idea, too.”

I nodded.

Just then, Whit came over the speaker and said, “Will the following ladies please report to the men who have a flower that matches the color of your dress?”

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