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Xander – Meet me at this address after you get off.
Xander –*address*
Me – 10-4 Good Buddy.
Xander – You're not right.
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I pulled down the long driveway and then felt my breath catch.
Umm... what was going on?
I peered out of my windshield at the monstrosity before me and couldn’t help but think... had I wronged the club, and they were going to toss my body into this mansion before they demolished it?
Seeing Xander’s bike and no one else, that couldn’t be it.
I had another thought.
Was he a kinky guy behind closed doors that he has been hiding away from the world?
The kind of kinky guy who is only able to orgasm in cold, dark places?
Because with the sun beginning to set... that’s what was about to happen.
It was going to be dark. Soon.
I shook my head, no.
This is Xander.
My Xander.
I know Xander.
I pulled my car up beside his bike, then opened my door.
And the moment I climbed out, I looked at him, then closed my door.
His eyes were already on me, and then he asked, “What do you think?”
What do I think?
I think I want to climb on your bike, you take me somewhere secluded, and you fuck my brains out on the back of your bike. That’s what I think.
However, I didn’t say this.
Not yet...
Instead, I said, “Umm, what is this?”
He winked, “Thinking about buying it.”
I looked at him and then at the monstrosity in front of me and realized what this was.
He wanted my input.
That caused something deep inside of me to ignite.
