I own Kim, that's all.
Make up sex was getting pointless and quiet old and rather boring now with her boyfriend. Things were getting repetitive over the last 4 months of their 2 year relationship.
How was it moving on to someone whom could take care of her, someone that could snap his fingers and have whatever he wanted be so empty and absent in their own relationship.
Poor bastard didn't even have a clue on how miserable he made the life's of others.
Chapter 1:
Kimberly sat quietly on the mauve couch, running her hands across the soft material then letting out a low sigh.
This shit was not happening! Not tonight ?no please. She thought to herself with the wineglass meeting her lips, she engulfed the red wine.
The door knob clicked and in came her busy boyfriend. How she hates his law firm job sometimes.
" Hey dave..um -" she started to say with a huge smile on her face and stood look on his face completely stopped her from talking. 'Anger? What the hell happened at work now!?' she thought.
"Whats this get up for, stepford wife convention in town?!" he then laughed at her entire outfit. She wore a beautiful black cocktail dress with red pumps and pearl earrings & necklace.
" I assumed I get dolled up babe, it's been ages since we have been out, god I feel old." she chuckled .
" Kimberly your too sweet, but maybe you forgot my birthday is next week?" he said undoing his tie.
She bit her bottom lip and took off her earrings and necklace and then her pumps off pissed.
" Something I said?" he asked confused.
" Dave, I know your birthday is next week, it just surprised me you would forget about mine!" she yelled then storming to her room and closing the door.
He actually sat back and realized today was her birthday, 25 years old! Wow.
He knew he fucked up and made himself real comfortable on the couch knowing that's where's he be sleeping bedroom door opened and she came out in a different outfit. Jean jacket plan tank top and a pair of leggings.
" I'm going out for MY BIRTHDAY with or without you!" she claimed getting her car keys from the kitchen table.
" I'll make it up to you I swear, but tonight babe, it's just too late, with work and all ..it slipped my mind." he half heartily said laying on the was too furious to even give in to his obvious lies as she usually did.
" I'll be back." she coxed leaving not looking back. 11:40, what the hell was she going to do at this time of the night! All her calls were forwarded from her friends to hang out. Guess they're getting tired of the pity party she would throw.
She drove and noticed a bar , damn she needed a drink. Parking then walked into the bar, the poorly lit bar at that. Rock music played. She took a seat and the bartender came by." What's your poison?" he asked cleaning out a few mugs.
" How about I start with a tequila ." she said hardly knowing what she wanted.
She looked around at the people in there tats, leather, and lots of smokers. 'nice' she mumbled under her breath . She then noticed a group of men playing pool and being loud. She couldn't help but to stare at them. She kept looking at the tallest one. Tribal tattoos and all. He Shot back something in A shot glass and then basically yelled like a ban-chi.
He then looked over at the bar and laid eyes on her. She turned back around to mind her business and the bartender had her drink.
" how much do I owe you?" she asked looking in her wallet.
" Put it on my tab." a voice said beside her. The man with the tattoos. He took a seat and the bartender seemed to know what to already get him. " Thank you." she smiled back. He was eyeing her pretty hard. He had no shame in his game. " Names Billy Darley." he stated .
She literally thought of giving him a fake name. " Kimberly ."she said shy. " So whats a wealthy girl like you doing in the wrong side of town." he asked roughly.
" Excuse me, what makes you even assume that?" she snapped.
" Tell me I'm wrong." he said daring her. Damn was he foward!
" I'm not wealthy...my boyfriend is, I work 9 to 5 ..nothing special ." she exclaimed.
His blue eyes were looking at her like he was reading her.
" Does he know he shouldn't let such pretty things out of his sight" Billy asked then drinking whatever was place in front of him.
She grinned at his comment and snickered. " Not a clue ..Billy" she said. She couldn't help but notice his nice body he had, he looked like a stallion!
She actually let her guard down and began to feel happy for a moment. Who knew her birthday would be spent in a bar with a tatted Stranger.