The prospects left an hour ago and Amber went home to shower. She is swinging back by to take me to the clubhouse since Zo Zo never brought me my car. I don’t want to bother Danny with it when he is on a run.
I called Morgan to find out when to expect Cole and she said around noon. I am counting the minutes until I get to hold my boy again.
With the house clean and nothing to do, I turn on the TV and channel surf until my flat iron heats up. I want to look good for my man tonight when he returns.
I want to be the first and only thing my husband sees when he comes through those doors.
I end up watching more news coverage from that fire from earlier. They are showing pictures of the missing girls. Eight in total. They all seem to be my age or a few years older. It’s depressing. I shut the TV off and go get ready for tonight.
As I am in the middle of straightening my hair, Amber returns.
“I brought goodies,” she announces as she comes through the door with a rolling suitcase.
“What the hell did you pack?”
“Makeup.” She grins with a twinkle in her eye.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you love makeup.” I shake my head. “I gotta finish my hair first.”
After letting Amber have her way with my face I wish I would have had her to glam me up for my wedding. When we get to the clubhouse there is a party going on, but I don’t see any members from that club Danny mentioned earlier.
MaryAnn is canoodling with Zo Zo in a corner. Guess that explains why he never made it to drop off my car.
Danny didn’t want me to drink tonight but one can’t hurt.
I can’t just sit here on my ass and not have a little bit of fun.
Maybe one drink sucked fast through a straw made by one of the prospects was a bad idea. I am pretty sure he made it stronger to get me back for all the grunt work from the past two days.
Stephanie and her followers come in and have a drink at one point but then I see her get a text message and they leave soon after.
Amber gets a message not long after and tells me she has to go as well then rushes off.
What the hell?
I go to check my cell phone to see if I have anything from Danny, but I must have left it at home plugged into the charger.
This blows.
I don’t have anyone to talk to and I don’t have my car, so I can go home. All the guys here are either too damn drunk or too much of
a stranger for me to ask for a ride.
I would ask MaryAnn, but she went upstairs forever ago.
Right when I am about to give up and call for a cab Danny walks in, followed by three girls. Three girls that I saw on the news only a few hours ago.
“What are you still doing here, Sara? Didn’t you get my messages to get your ass home?” His tone is pissed off and aggravated.
“I don’t have my phone on me and Zo Zo is too busy fucking MaryAnn to get me my car.” A strange look crosses over Cupid’s face when I mention MaryAnn, but now isn’t the time to think about that. I’ll file that information away for later. “What are they doing here?”
I point to the girls who are now sitting at a table with Boogeyman and Reaper.
“Long story.” He walks behind the bar and gets a bottle of beer.
“We can talk in my office.”
“Fine.” I follow him down the hall and he shuts the door behind us once we are in his private office.