Chapter 1

Do you ever have days where you just feel like you are so lost? I feel like that every day. I hate my job. The people I work with are miserable people. But when you have bills to pay, you don't really get a choice in the matter. You do what you have to do. I would rather spend my time at the clubhouse with my dad and his brothers. But no, I am stuck having to go out and have drinks with people that I see five days a week. I spend the next hour, getting ready, doing my hair and makeup. We are just going out for drinks at a local bar so I can wear jeans, a nice top and my boots.

I walk into the bar and most of the people I work with are already there. I sit at the table and start talking to the only people there that I seem to be able to tolerate. "Great. Dan is here." I say. "He still asking you out?" Lisa asked. "Yeah. I keep telling him no but he just won't stop trying." He was actually sitting there staring at me. All of a sudden my phone goes off with a text.

J: There's a party and you aren't here.

S: I know. Stuck having drinks with co-workers.

J: Having fun?

S: Nope. Plus there's one guy here that keeps asking me out and won't take the hint.

J: Where are you?

S: Lenny's. Why?

J: I'll be there in a few. Just play along.

Just play along? What is he going to do? "Who was that?" Lisa asked. "No one." I say. "Yeah right. That's why you were grinning ear to ear when you checked your phone." she said and before I could answer, Juice comes in and kisses my cheek and says "Sorry I'm late babe." I smile at him and say "All that matters is that you are here now." I look over at Dan and see an aggravated look. "So, how do you know Sara here?" Lisa asked. "I'm her Old Man." he says and I look at him and he winks at me. Shaking my head Lisa asked. "How come we never heard about this?" I laugh a little and say "It never came up." Juice leans into me and whispers in my ear "That dude the one that keeps bothering you?" I nod my head yes and he pulls me closer and kisses my temple.

We talk for a while longer and Dan is still watching me. A slow song comes on and Juice says "Dance with me?" I smile and take his hand and we walk out to the dancefloor with Lisa and Megan cheering me on. Juice pulls me close and we start dancing. "He's still staring." I say. Juice whispers in my ear, "Don't kill me." and before I can respond, he tilts my head up and kisses me softly. For those few seconds, the entire world disappeared. Juice was my best friend but something about this kiss feels right. He pulls away and I see that beautiful smile I love so much. We stare at each other until the song ends and he asked. "You wanna get out of here?" I nod my head and we go back to the table to get my purse. "I think we are going to call it a night, ladies. It was great meeting you both." Juice says like nothing just happened while I am still speechless. I say my goodbyes finally and we head out of the bar. Walking me to my car, Juice says "I'll follow you home to make sure you get there okay." I just nod and get in my car. On the way home, I think to myself. What the hell just happened? Juice kissed me. Before I know it, I am pulling into my driveway and getting out of the car. Juice gets off his bike and follows me to the door. Neither of us say anything for a minute and I finally speak. "Juice, about that kiss." I start and he stops me. "I'm not gonna say I'm sorry." he says. "Good." I say and he looks at me shocked. I grab him by the kutte and pull him in for another kiss. I reach for the door knob, not breaking the kiss and pull him inside. Closing the door, he pushes me against the wall and starts kissing down my neck. "Bedroom?" he asked. I break the kiss and pull him to the bedroom where I reconnect my lips with his. He grabs my thighs and lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist and carries me to the bed. Laying me down, we start to undress and before I know it, Juice enters me and begins to thrust in and out at a fast and hard pace and it feels incredible. I hear him talking in my ear "You feel so good Sara. Fuck, you're so tight." he growls and it pushes me over the edge and I start moaning his name. Hearing me moaning his name pushed him over the edge and I hear him growl my name as he finds his release inside me. We collapse next to each other and neither of us say a word as we fall asleep in blissful silence.

I wake up the next morning and Juice is gone. I lay there for a few minutes thinking about the night before. We had been best friends. Would this change things? I get up and get dressed and head to the clubhouse. Walking in, I sit by my dad. "Hey Doll. How was your night?" he asked. "It was okay. Had to have drinks with some co-workers. But it was okay." I didn't want to tell him that Juice was there. "I think I'm gonna go see Gemma." I say. Getting up, I walk across the lot to the office and I see Juice working on a car and decide to go over and say hello. "Hey Juice." I say. He stands back up and won't look me in the eye. "Hey." he says. "Are we okay." I asked. "Uh, yeah." he says and I can tell something is wrong. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yep." is all he says so I drop it and back away. "Oh okay. See ya I guess." I say and walk to the car instead of seeing Gemma and head home. Guess that answered my question. Guess he couldn't get out of here fast enough this morning.

I walk into my house and pull the ice cream out of the freezer and a spoon and head to the couch. Turning on a chick flick I decide to just lock myself away for a couple of days. My phone rings and I look at the caller ID and see it's Gemma. "Hey Gem." I say answering the phone. "Tig said you came by and was going to come see me. What's up?" she asked. "Nothing. Was just going to say hi but remembered something I had to do." I tell her. "It wouldn't have anything to do with a certain little Puerto Rican that you were talking to does it?" she asked. "No. Just something I forgot that I needed to do. Gem, I'm a little hungover still so I'm gonna see if I can't sleep this shit off. I'll call you tomorrow." I tell her before ending the call. Shit. Family dinner is tomorrow. Guess I'll just have to fake sick.

The next day, my Dad calls me. "Hey baby. You about ready for Gemma's dinner?" he asked. "I don't think I can make it. My head is killing me." I say. "Another migraine?" Dad asked. "I think so. Feels like someone is jumping on my head." I tell him hoping he believes me. "I know it's not a migraine but if you feel you can't go, I'll cover for you." he says "Thanks Daddy. I love you." I say. "Love you too baby girl." he says before hanging up the phone. One thing about my dad is that he never pushes me. I put my phone down and dig back into the ice cream. Finally after the third stupid chick flick, I turn the television off and head to bed. Laying down, I can still smell him on my pillow. I feel a tear fall from my eye and cry into the pillow until I fall asleep.

The next day, Gemma is knocking on my door. I open the door and she says "Since you didn't feel you could come to my dinner, I brought you a plate and don't give me that bull shit about a migraine. I see through that bull shit." She puts the plate on the kitchen counter and turns to me. "Now, you want to tell me what was so pressing that you couldn't come to the family dinner that you know we have every Sunday?" she asked. I sit down in one of the kitchen chairs and look down at my hands. "I messed up Aunt Gem." I say. She walks over and sits next to me, taking my hand into hers. "What happened?" she asked and I can tell she isn't mad anymore. "I had drinks with some co-workers Friday night and one of the guys kept hitting on me. Well, Juice texted me and I was telling him about it so he showed up and acted as my boyfriend to get him to back off. While we were dancing, he kissed me. Gemma, it was amazing. Like everyone else disappeared amazing. He followed me home and I kissed him again and we ended up sleeping together." I tell her. I wipe the tears from my face and say "I went to talk to him yesterday and he wouldn't even look at me. Would barely speak to me. I think he regrets it and now I can't face him." I tell her. She pats my hand and says "I doubt that. He was watching the door every five minutes last night like he was watching for someone. When Tig said you weren't coming, it was like someone told him his puppy died. He barely said two words last night." she tells me. "Then why wouldn't he talk to me?" I asked. "Maybe he's scared you regret it." she says. "Just talk to him." she says before getting up and kissing the top of my head and seeing herself out.