The Biker's Claim

a's

ings good news, laughter and happiness

me early this year. A month ago, my best frie

at I will have to travel back to

invitation but Chloe bei

t hesitate to fly to Chicago and drag

at the airport heading t

atch flights, the announcements in the background, and

to turn around and give me a second or third glance. But,

as Vegas after all. Women are expected to be petite ànd sizable. One would think that being thirty years old

own on plus size women like me. I also escaped my past here, a past so bit

o navigate the terminal. I flew in from Chicago for Chloe's wedding, and while

spite my success in life, I have n

f a failed romanc

hat a woman without a husband is a failure, no matter how successful her career is. My sis

accepts me for who I am. Maybe

my career. She was there when my last relationship m

ding her soulmate. I'd say, she is strong. She is not like me, giving up after the fir

rrupted when I collid

d, but the stranger's reflexes are quic

find a man standing before me with a grin. His tousled hair and stron

er ear, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "Sorry! I w

idening. "I think I just survived a direct

ally this clumsy." I try to explain myself. I should be thankful that I didn't end up bum

he usual disgust I get, something else flashes in

o take your word for it.

ger to society. It's not every day som

my cheeks

side to let him pass. I figure out that the sooner he walks away

e pleasure was all mine. Safe travels!" An

unter was,I find it quite refreshing. It's like a breath of fresh air.

ontinue on my way, wondering just how m

rdered, I make my way to the hot

hen. I want to give Chloe a surprise so I won't be telling her about m

ce we last saw each other

ke's hotel, I step out and make my way to t

and listening to my mother's insult

ms my booking and I coll

around and start wa

familiar voice calls,mak