Diana turns back around at her desk, staring at the computer screen before she starts back to work. She is one of the best coders that they could've found and she is grateful for the job. She enjoys what she does. She spends her afternoon, coding away. She doesn't leave the office until later in the evening.

Most evenings, she goes to work in the bar. It's been her life for the past several years and she's used to it. She pulls up outside of the bar to see several cars she's used to. She pulls around the back, changing into a pair of jeans, a black tank top, and some boots before she jogs inside.

"Diana!" Most everyone sitting at the bar recognizes her.

She smiles brightly. This is what she did it for if nothing else. She enjoys the regulars and they always tip well.

"How was Vegas?" Her manager, Eric, asks.

Diana nods her head with a chuckle.

"You know what they say."

Eric smirks with a knowing look. Vegas had kicked his ass a few times in the past.

Diana goes right to work, mixing drinks and pouring beer, taking orders from a few different tables. She makes small talk with everyone as she makes her rounds. That was her favorite part of living in Modesto, most everyone knows everybody, including everybody's business.

That's why she is glad that Tig's not from here, although she is sure it is the same way in Charming. Most small towns didn't stray from that trope.

It feels like the rest of the night flies by until last call.

Then some of the patrons never want to leave. It's always up to Diana and Jasmine. Most nights, they have to coax them out with free rides. Sometimes though, there are a few that linger. Looking for more than just a free ride.

Eric makes sure both ladies make it safely to their car before he gets rid of the others.

"Have a good night!" He waves to them from the door.

Diana peels out of the parking lot, making the short drive home.

She walks in through the front door. She sees the record still on the player, left from the night before. She crawls into bed around one in the morning, not looking forward to waking up early the next morning.

Six o'clock comes far too soon for her liking but she pulls herself out of bed. The chill of the morning flows through the house, causing her to shiver as she changes into a dark pair of jeans and a black sweater. She rushes through the house with Knox running close behind her.

"Knoxie!" She shouts with a bright smile as the she runs up and down the hallway with the pitbull hot on her tail.

She lets the dog outside while she finishes getting ready. She pulls on a pair of high heels as she stands by the door, watching as the dog runs through the yard for a few minutes.

Her phone rings and she looks down to see Tig's name. She lets it ring a few times before she picks up, just to put the man on edge.

"Yes?"

Tig's heart jumps at the sound of her voice.

"Still on for breakfast?"

Diana thinks about it for a moment. She was left hanging the other night so it's only fair.

"See you in thirty?"

Tig lets out a breath of relief he didn't realize that he'd been holding.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there."

The line goes dead on Diana's end as she falls into the driver's seat of her car, speeding out of her driveway.

Unfortunately, it takes longer than thirty minutes and Diana watches as her phone blows up. She pulls it from her purse to answer but he hangs up much faster. She slams on the gas, weaving in and out of traffic until she reaches the exit, flying off the freeway towards Charming.

Her brakes squeal as she pulls into a parking space next to Tig's motorcycle.

Tig walks around to her window, leaning down until he's at eye level with her.

"Shit, you had me thinking you weren't gonna show then you roll into town on two wheels."

Diana rolls her eyes as she pushes the door open.

"I figured I'd keep you on edge until I showed up again." She smirks as she stands up.

Tig lets out a low whistle as he admires her before he rests his hands on her hips, pulling her to him. He leans down to kiss her, his lips barely brushing hers as he pins her against her car.

"Well, good morning to you too."

Diana grinds her hips against him as she leans forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"We don't even have to do breakfast." Tig kisses a line up to her ear.

Diana almost pushes him off at the mention of no breakfast.

"As much as I'd love to just spend all day in bed with you, I'm here for breakfast." She smirks as she looks up at him, her fingers tugging at the lapels on his cutte.

Tig pulls her along behind him as he opens the door to the diner, but it's the exact same reaction. The waitresses all stare at him without giving Diana a second thought. He moves towards a booth, but Diana has other ideas.

She tugs him towards the bathroom, pinning him against the door. She pulls his shirt open.

"I didn't say what kind of breakfast." She licks her lips as she kisses across his neck and collarbone, nipping as she goes.

Tig groans as his hands move to cup her ass, lifting her up off the ground. There's a smirk on his lips. He loves the sound of that. He turns around and pins her to the door before he tugs at the button on her jeans, shoving them down just far enough. He bends her over the sink, slowly thrusting into her.

Diana holds onto the edge of the sink as she lets out a moan.

"Fuck." It's the only word that falls from her mouth.

Tig tangles one hand in her hair, pulling roughly as he backs out of her before he plows back into her. His other hand grips tightly onto her hip, tight enough to leave bruises. He leans down, trailing kisses along her spine as he moves faster.

Her legs shake as he thrusts into her, over and over. Her eyes roll back as she moans out.

"Tig, fuck me harder."

It's almost like that sentence awakens something within him.

"Don't you worry darlin'."

The pace quickens. He pins her hips between his and the sink. He lets out a groan as he drags his teeth across her skin.

"God dammit."

His thrusts become sloppy but he pushes through. His hand moves in between her leg, ghosting over her clit.

The sensation nearly causes her to scream.

His other hand moves to her mouth.

"Can't do that in public, baby girl." He nips at her earlobe.

Diana's grip on the sink causes her knuckles to turn white as her eyes roll back. The bubbling in the pit of her stomach overflows and her knees nearly collapse out from under her, the heels don't help.

Neither of them move for several minutes, until the sound of someone knocking on the door causes them to jump.

Diana regains her footing and she adjusts her clothes. She sees herself in the mirror and nearly screams. Her hair is a rat's nest. She does her best to comb it down and make herself look presentable.

Tig pulls up his pants and adjusts himself before he opens the door for her, letting her lead them out. His hand rests on her ass as they walk through the diner.

Diana smirks. It felt nice to make it known that she was with him.

The waitresses scoff in her direction but she stops at the door.

"I don't think I'm goin' to have time for breakfast." She whispers as she looks back at him.

Tig smirks as he looks back at her.

"Yeah, guess not." He scoffs.

He walks her back out to her car.

"Drive safe, darlin'."

Diana looks back at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Next time, tell me goodbye before you leave."

She falls into the driver's seat and she starts the ignition.

The sentence catches Tig off guard and he looks down at her. He guesses that she has a point. He kneels down one more time, just to press his lips to hers once more.

Diana backs out of the parking space before she pulls a U-turn, speeding out of Charming.

so i posted another chapter 9 but it didn't feel right so i changed it up

let's be real though, the both of them have it awfully BAD.

ALSO if you're a reader of Someday Never Comes; be on the lookout for the sequel as i marked the other one complete. 3