Page 11 of Imperfection is Beauty

Then I told him about the gender reveal party and that I wanted him to meet Aliyah and Crew. He knew Daemon already, but he hadn’t seen him in over a decade.

He squinted his eyes at me, “You planned a party?”

I nodded, “Yeah, for the first woman I’ve ever met that is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. And that boy of hers. He's something else. You're going to love him.”

He nodded, and not once did he question my feelings for Aliyah. He got me; besides, she didn't make my heart stutter-step and my knees feel shaky, and I wanted that. Needed that, and I wouldn’t settle for less.

“Yeah? So, what can I do to help?”

I grinned, “You can use those muscles you fucking developed and help build shit and move shit.”

He smirked at that, “Long as none of it smells like shit, I’m in.”

And thanks to my brother and the whole team, their party went off without a hitch.

And the next week at school, I would be doing something I regretted for the rest of my life.

Chapter 2

Scarlett

I was five months into my first year of college, and if I had known what would take place today, I definitely would’ve worn something altogether different than what I had on.

See, my tired ass self was worn out last night from driving back to the dorms from the clubhouse. And I didn’t do the laundry that I really should have done.

Hindsight is twenty-twenty and all that, right? Note to future self. Don’t wear white one week before your period is supposed to come and a week after it ends.

Got it burned in the brain? Yes? Fucking great.

As I was walking to my first class of the day, I saw it and stopped.

“Deep breath.” I took in a deep breath.

“There are tons of people around.” And there were. Tons of students were walking to their classes.

“You’re okay.” The guys had taught me self-defense.

“You’re fine.” At my mumbling, other students walked by me with raised brows, but I paid them no mind.

I looked at the group of overly large males. I counted seven of them in total. They were huge.

“Okay. Deep breath, remember, size up the biggest one, and determine a way to go around them,” And then, just as I figured that out… I felt it.

No. No. No. No. No.

I felt my heart start to ratchet.

Did the man above hate me? Had I done something to piss him off?

Completely forgetting about the males until I was speed walking toThompson Hall, growling deep in my throat that I didn’t have a backpack to hide it.

No, my silly ass wanted to be cute and have a bag that slung over my shoulder.

And I knew they all saw it when I passed them by. How do you ask? Because they were all pointing and laughing at my behind, well, more accurately, what was going on underneath my butt cheeks.

Umm, we are not in high school anymore. You’re an adult. Grow the fuck up.

Damn, but I really wanted to shout that over my shoulder. However, I really needed to get to the bathroom.

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