Page 10 of Chucky’s Pride

New Year’s Eve

Maria

I have tried on everything in my closet and am quickly growing frustrated with any item I pull out. I’m so nervous about seeing Chucky again and I want to look perfect.

We’ve texted each other a few times over the last couple of days, mostly just asking each other questions about our lives over the past twenty years.

We’ve both been married, and divorced, a few times. It seemed neither of us has been able to find that right person made just for us. I already know the reason I haven’t found that person is because I gave my heart away twenty years ago…to him.

He told me about how he had gotten his commercial license so the club could ship their custom bikes to their buyers and get them there on time every time, unlike dealing with shitty companies.

I finally settle for a pair of my jeans that fit perfectly and a sweater that hangs over one shoulder. It is sexy without being revealing plus the jeans make my ass look amazing.

Here goes nothing, I think as I take one last look at my ass in the mirror, grab my keys and head out of the door.

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