This story may take a while to get to the action but I promise you, keep reading and it will happen. Meet my main character Harley. Self sufficient women who works hard and earns everything she has. Strong willed and happy with life, until her dad hires a new employee...
It was dark outside as a cold September breeze caressed her petite figure and whipped through her long brunette hair. She relished in the cold that came with the autumn. A season she truly looked forward too. Long walks with her pooch in the bristling
wind to be warmed up by a marshmallow filled cup of hot chocolate on the sofa. Perfect She thought.
Harley could almost smell the familiar scent already. The wind picked up and she wrapped her thick beige fur coat around her, fighting against the
persistent element. She looked down at her phone and willed time to tick quicker. Still no text. "Come on V" Harley whispered as her words expelled heat out of her mouth. Harley rubbed her arms to keep herself warm and wished she hadn't agreed to
pick up her best friend in the middle of the night.
*Zap* Harley looked down at her phone "I see you X" read the text.
Harley clicked her phone screen black and muttered to herself "hurry up then".A tall red headed women clicked down
the road alerting Harley she was there. "Why didn't you text back?" She called.
Harley waited till her friend was beside her, she didn't like to shout in the street. Not much privacy.
"What would be the point?" Harley asked as they started walking back to her car. "It's polite?" V laughed. Harley wondered how V hadn't caught pneumonia as all she was wearing was a tight black dress that stopped just under her ass and a small denim jacket with thigh high leather boots. V held a small black sparkly clutch and that was is.
Harley gave her a questioning look and continued walking till they reached the car. She pulled the keys out of her pocket and felt the metal keyrings in her palm. Harley opened her door seconds before V hopped in the other side.
The doors echoed shut in the almost empty car park.
V waited to click on the radio in the all blacked out Range Rover sport. "Good night?" Harley asked as the car came alive.
"Yeah, you know how it is. Sleezy men and jealous women" V shrugged and leant against the window.
She worked in a nightclub as a bar tender and some of the stories she told shocked Harley. Both friends believed that women were worse to deal with than the men. Even if their ego's often drew them out to fight each other like apes.