Sara
After dropping Amber back off at her car and putting my groceries away, I head to the clubhouse just as my man told me to.
I have to call Danny because the jackass prospect manning the gate won’t let me in because I don’t have my vest on. I even showed him my tattoo and he wouldn’t even unlock the gate for me. I feel sorry for him whenever Danny gets a hold of him for this bullshit.
By the time I park my car Danny and a guy I haven’t met before are waiting for me.
“Hey, baby. How was shopping with Amber?”
“It was good. She’s nice.”
“Good. I’m glad she is making you feel welcome. This is Zo Zo. He’s going to tint your windows and hook you up with a DVD player in the back for CT.”
“Awesome.”
“Go on inside. I think MaryAnn is fucking around in the kitchen and a couple of the other old ladies are around. They are organizing a birthday party for Cupid.”
“Okay. Cool.” I give him a tense smile as I remember Amber’s warning about the other old ladies.
When I walk in I hold my head up high, hoping I can avoid these other women. If they are anything like Amber warned, they aren’t the kind of women I want to befriend.
My wish doesn’t come true. As soon as I start toward the kitchen a blonde-haired chick gets in my face, twirling her curly hair around her finger. “Who are you and where do you think you’re going?” She sneers.
“Hi, nice to meet you. I don’t think we have formally met. My name is Sara. I’m Hades’ old lady.” I shoot her fake smile.
“Oh, well, why didn’t you say so. I’m Stephanie and that’s Shelia.” She points to a woman with short black hair with purple streaks in it. “And that is Donna.” She points to the brunette who has highlights in her hair.
I give them a small wave.
“Why don’t you join us. We could always use an extra hand. We are trying to decide on a theme for Cupid’s birthday party.”
“Oh well…um, have you asked MaryAnn. She seems to know the guys pretty well,” I suggest.
Her face twists up in an unflattering way. “God no. Honey, we do not associate with clubwhores. You are in desperate need of our guidance. Poor dear. Come on and have a seat.” She grips my shoulders, steering me in the direction of their table, and I don’t like it.
My brother’s advice about not taking shit plays in my head.
“Actually, I think the only thing I need is to get away from a stuck-up bitch like you. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go see my friend, MaryAnn.”
I shrug her away and move past her to the kitchen where I find MaryAnn giggling.
When the door closes behind me she gives me a high five. “You’re good people, Sara.”
“You too.” I smile.
“God, I hate those bitches. They always come in once a week and hold their little sisterhood meeting, acting like they own the damn place. I don’t know why Hades allows it.”
“Maybe I can talk to him about it.”
“Don’t trouble yourself. Stephanie would stir up more shit than it’d be worth. She only hates me because I fucked Uno before they got married. They weren’t’ even a thing and I don’t know why he told her to start with.”
“Good grief.” I shake my head. “Can I help you do anything?”
“No. I am just hiding out in here until they ask for something or leave.”
“Screw that. Let’s go show them that this is your clubhouse too. I feel like dancing.” I grin.
“This will be interesting.”
“It’ll be fine. Let them start something with me in my husband’s club.”
MaryAnn throws her head back and howls with laughter.
I notice the jukebox is unplugged so I plug it back in. Music blares from the speakers and Stephanie and her trolls give me the stink eye.
MaryAnn stands awkwardly next to me as I pick some new songs.
“Come on. Let’s liven this place up. It’s feeling dead in here,” I shout over the music as I walk past their table.
Danny
I get Sara’s car pulled into the garage and up on the lift, so Zo Zo can check it for a bug or tracking device. I don’t put anything past fucking Tiny. I’m having my guy install my own tracking device. Not so I can spy on Sara but so if something were to ever happen I could find her car at least. I should have done this when I first bought it. I just wasn’t thinking.
“Well, I will leave you to it, man. Shoot me a text when you have it ready.”
“Sure thing but may not be until tomorrow evening.”
“Sounds good.”
I head off to the clubhouse in search of my wife. After the day I’ve had I could use getting lost in her pussy.
When I open the door, I notice two things. First, I see the sisterhood looking like a bunch of sourpusses and gathering their purses. Second, I see my Sara, my Flame on the dance floor grinding with MaryAnn. I don’t know whether to laugh or be turned on. I’m experiencing a little bit of both emotions right now.
“Ladies, I see you’ve met my wife. I do hope you are making her feel welcome.”
“She’s a real peach,” Stephanie says, rushing for the door.
I nod at the other two bitches as they follow after her. I can’t stand those broads, but I tolerate them for the sake of my men. A happy wife equals a happy life. I’m sure I will have some calls later from some unhappy men. Maybe they shouldn’t have married such cunts.
Sara is moving her hips, shaking her sweet ass, tempting me to take her to my office, bend her over my desk and fuck the hell outta her.
Damn she is sexy.
MaryAnn winks at me as I stalk toward them.
“Your old man is on the prowl,” she tells Sara and makes her way to the bar as a few brothers come through the doors.
Sara glances in my direction and smiles at me. Her smile is breathtaking.
I could stand here all night and watch her dance, but I want my brothers seeing her shake her ass either. I’m a possessive motherfucker when it comes to her.
“Hey, trouble. You ready to go home? Cupid should have dropped the U-Haul at the house by now.”
“Ready when you are,” she sasses, backing her ass up to my crotch then bending forward and touching her toes.