The Biker's Fashion Designer

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, with no parent, no sibling. My mom died of heart failure and... that's enough, Serena. I mentally hit myself on

. I've heard multiple stories of what the men of that club could do to people who get in their way...very dangerous set of humans that could wipe someone's entire existence. Each time,

boutique of mine. As I had stated earlier, my life has been fucking miserable. My small boutique was almost empty beca

at I'd only been getting were rejection emails. Though, I haven't lost hope yet, the last fashion house I had recently sent my app

wide. Today better be nice, I thought. Getting my ass off my bed, I removed my

as it my ovulation already? Gosh, I would not be able

ould be two years ago. My last boyfriend, Aaron dumped me because his influential parents didn't approve of me. They would

he last time I s

with no choice, I slipped out of my panties, my boobs were bare already. I climbed back int

ibr

exactly the shape

l on the bed. 'This orgasm better come

to touch myself this mornin

e easing it slowly inside my pussy. Damn, I mu

l O. Each time I touched myself, I always imagined i

course, the right size of cock...way bigger than my ex boyfriend's, and should have a handsome face for sure. But all th

n't think a single man

oming closer. Already getting tired with the hand working my pussy, I moved my ot

t the pulsating tip on my clit.

pussy as I got so fucking close to the peak...I c

king as I broke apart, my release surpris

ould get on

way to the bathroom with my toys 'cause t

slit on one side. Despite the fact it wasn't a fitted dress, my boobs... a good part of my cleavage, and ass found a way to be noticeab

nough perfume, I left my tiny apartment. I really ho

e shop just opposite my apartment. I think I

t long as usual...or wait. I briefly darted my eyes to the wall clock. Ohh, it was five minutes past ten. Ug

it got t

lways." One of the serving staff who I w

too much. You're gorgeous

your man is overly obsessed." She said wit

that was the biggest lie of the century. I don't even have a man,

Emma handed my coffee

nk y

, Serena. Do ha

phone vibrated in my hand. Without thinking, I shifted by the corner to check my

, it was

yer in my heart as

t the screen rereading the words, hoping that I had misunderstood or that a miracle would happen. But no,

t even go to my boutique after being slammed with such rejection. Let me just go b

rt crying in front of people present in the cafe. Damn, I

ps and you're out of here. Hold it in.'

ry. One last step to the door, I collided hard with someon

the exact same man

three or six foot four, no

e hands running a

lack t-shirt. I swallowed hard at how wide and solid his chest was. All the smoking

ie, I felt my juices from my a

ing his face look perfectly sculpted. His eyes was dark, really dark, with a subtle shade of brown

hard-edged man. But the sad reality of my life all cam

stion, asshole. You made me waste my coffee on you and you couldn't even say sorry. You probably think I would be scared because you're big and all that. Jokes on you, Mister.

hen I walked past him, pushed open

apartment that was on the other side of the

i and hurriedly ente

I said to the driver w

ng okay?" He turned

ointed forward to the direction of Willa's house. As we drove past the cafe, my eyes caught sight

re just regular

ing regular about

ook at his legs or the

r major concern is the size of a stranger's c

stard." I mumbled, instant