Page 88 of Imperfection is Beauty

We were all silent for a beat and then, we all busted out laughing.

I also knew the friend was a good person even though she was friends with the whore lookalike when she whispered, but loud enough for us to hear, “I’ve heard about them. You don’t mess with them.”

The whore lookalike snorted, “What? Weekend warriors?”

The other saner friend, scoffed, “No. A one-percenter motorcycle club.”

Whore lookalike, gasped, “They let a gang in here?”

Growling, I’d had enough. I stood up, turned, and felt my dad’s hand on the back of my thigh, squeezing it, telling me to calm down, and then my phone was shoved in my face.

Jerking back from it, I read the message.

Marcus– The woman who wants to take your future job? I’ll fix it.

Reading that, I immediately calmed down and then took my seat.

Ten minutes later the band started, and then, the players were running on the field.

I was up in my seat clapping and cheering, my eyes scanning for number seventy-two.

And when my eyes landed on his jersey, I looked up at his helmet which I knew covered his handsome face.

He immediately came to the sideline, walked through a few of the guys, jumped up on something, pulled his helmet off, and then crooked his finger at me.

Grinning, huge, I moved to where he was then leaned down, placed my hand on the side of his face, his hand fisting in the back of my hair, and then… I gave him my mouth.

And then, yes, you guessed it, in a stadium that was jam-packed with around seventy thousand people, I let out a breathy moan as his tongue swept inside my mouth.

Once he swept his tongue a second time, then a third, he pulled away and then smirked when I made a pout.

Then I remembered who was behind me, and there against his lips, I whispered, “My dad and his brothers are right behind me.”

He winked at me, looked around me, then locked eyes with someone and gave them a chin lift, then back to me, “Okay, I gotta go to work.”

Grinning, I leaned forward, pressed another kiss on his lips, then whispered, “Okay, go kick ass and take names. Try not to get hurt this time, I don’t like having to watch what I do when you’re a patient.”

With that, he started to lower himself back down.

And then, he stopped, lifted back up, and really loudly he said, “You can be my naughty nurse tonight in our bedroom. I’ll have a few bruises for you to kiss and soothe.”

Then, with another wink at me, he dropped down, put his helmet on, and headed to the sidelines to make the other team bleed.

And when I turned around, I knew exactly why he said what he did and with the loudness of it, because whore lookalike was glaring at me.

Practically glaring at me.

Smiling, I tossed her a wink, then took my seat beside my daddy.

That was when the brothers leaned forward and all at once said, “Yeah, he’s got my vote.”

Well…. there you have it.

But…. well… I am my father’s daughter. I stood up and, seriously wanting to get the last word, I looked at her and smiled, “You can see, my man is happily taken. But if you're inquiring about a new job, my dad’s club is taking applications for club bunnies.”

The whore lookalike snapped, “I'm not a whore.”

“Really? That’s funny.” Then I retook my seat.

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