Epilogue
Winnie
Holy mother of hell. I often wonder if this humid weather will finally let up, maybe if global warming will somehow turn into a global freeze where my hair won’t frizz or stick up in a million directions.
I know it’s pointless though, and it’s damn sure why I keep my hair pixie short. That, and the fact that I look flawless as fuck with short hair, and then you add my crazy colors. Mmhmm, all the Papi’s want a piece of the Win-Win.
It’s been the longest Wednesday of my life, that’s for sure. I’ve already finished two custom paint jobs, and I’m waiting on a shipment of supplies that is never seeming to show up. I thought to myself, sure Win, you deserve a short day! I had it all planned out, I’d just finish these two paint jobs, wait for the damn truck to show up, but nope – nothing.
Now I’m sitting here, twiddling my damn thumbs on my counter, waiting to see a truck magically show up outta thin air because my two guys decided to be jackasses and call out today, which left me stuck at the shop by myself.
Whatever, though. I got some work done, straightened up a bit. At the end of the day, all is said and done, but it would be lovely for this truck to show up, so I can go relax. And by relax, I mean go over to Kenna’s house and lay on the beach. That’s what best friends are for. What’s hers, is mine. We’re more of a sisterhood anyway, each other’s main bitches.
I turn around, grabbing my phone off the counter and decide to kill some time by playing a puzzle game. I may not be the smartest chick, but I do love me some puzzles. Time flies, or so I think it does when I only notice that an hour has gone by.
I slide my hands on the counter and bring myself off over the ledge, hitting the ground and wondering how else I can pass the time. It’s only been an hour. Ugh! I flip open my Spotify, connect it to my sound system and Niykee Heaton’s Bad Intentions come blasting through the speakers.
I can’t help but move my ass to the beat, swaying my hips, singing along to the lyrics. “Your biggest secret you been keeping from me, is how well that ass moves in them shorts, girl” I jolt at the sound of his voice, turning to face him, the guy I probably shouldn’t be paying too much attention to, but I just can’t help it.
“Ascher.” I roll my eyes, doing my best to send a message that I want him to leave.
“Winnie the Pooh,” he smirks, leaning in my door. I grumble at his damn cute little nickname for me, ready to tell his ass to go fuck himself but catch the bag that’s in his hand, and then the whiff of taco’s hits me.
“I thought you might wanna eat, and I need a little paintjob on that bad boy outside.”
I completely bypass the food, needing to see what kinda baby he brought me to dazzle up. I peek through the window and can’t say I’m surprised, although I did expect him to bring something newer.
“Pontiac GTO. Hmm,” I murmur, walking through the door and out into the sticky mess that I call home. “Definitely needs a fresh coat” I comment, running my fingertips along the surface. The heat from the sun blazing down the metal warms the pads of my fingers up as I trace the defined edges of the car.
“She might just need a rim job too.” Ascher says from behind me, suggestiveness evident in his tone. I can’t help but smirk at his games, but he already knows I’m a girl who loves to play.
“Yeah, she might, but I’m not talking about the car.”
“Neither was I.” His eyes sparkle in the sunlight, daring, taunting me like no other.
“Just because we got close after Kenna got shot, doesn’t mean I’m gonna fuck you, Ashie.”
“Damn straight, girl. The only one doin’ the fuckin’ is gonna be me, ramming my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours until you beg me to let you cum.”
“You’re nothing but danger.”
“Trouble always follows me.” Ascher keeps his eyes trained on me like I’m his fucking prey, and dammit to hell, but I’m pretty sure we both agree that I am. “And you’re the girl who loves trouble.”
Shit.
I’m royally fucked.
We’re not done with the Full Throttle series yet. Just be patient, y’all! More is coming!