Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Gash chuckled. “I’ve experienced love, but it was a fucking fantasy.”
“What?” Hardy asked.
“I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this. I had a dream, or at least I think it was a dream. I was completely fucked out of my mind. I can’t even remember what I was dreaming about or the kind of shit that was going on around me. I met a woman, and she had hair that smelled like warm vanilla. The length was so long that I wrapped it around my fist, pulling on it as I made love to her. Her moans were the sweetest I’ve ever heard.” Gash looked lost in his fantasy. “I felt with her what I imagined you felt with Rose. She was home. She was perfection.”
“What happened?”
“The following morning I woke up, and she was gone. There was no memory of her name, or anything else than what I’ve described to you. I can’t remember her.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing. She had to have been a dream.”
Hardy chuckled. “What if it had been Charlotte, or Rebecca?”
“It couldn’t have been Rebecca. She was out that night. It wasn’t Charlotte.”
“How do you know?”
“Charlotte is not my kind. She’s lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she’s too damn sweet. I like my women on the naughty side.”
Hardy shrugged, looking down at his watch. “It’s time to go and bring my woman to the prom.”
“You’re really going for this?”
“Yes. I love my woman, and she didn’t have a prom of her own.” Hardy slapped him on the back, and moved out to his car. Baker was with Rose, but he was riding to meet Millie. From what he’d learned from Baker, he was dating Millie without her actually knowing she was being dated. It was bizarre to Hardy, but he wasn’t going to upset the brother in any way.
He made his way out to the car, climbing inside. Hardy had already left the dress on her bed for her to find. Baker had called him to let him know that she’d found the dress for herself, and was already putting it on.
The drive didn’t take very long, and some of the locals were also invited along for the event. Hardy didn’t mind sharing this with everyone. The only person he had eyes on was his woman, Rose.
Pulling up outside of the house, he knocked on the door.
Baker opened the door first, shook his hand, and slapped him on the back. “Is Millie at the prom?”
“She’s there.”
“Phew, I thought I’d have to go and find her.”
“She’s there helping out Angel. Where’s my woman?”
“In the kitchen, nervous as hell.”
Entering the house, he made his way to the kitchen, and paused when Rose called out to him.
“Stay where you are. I’m going to come out, and you’re going to tell me what the hell is going on,” she said.
“I’m right here, and I’m ready.”
He smoothed out his jacket, and then he just fell in love with his woman all over again. The dress was stunning and showcased her body to perfection. She’d curled her red hair, and his heart raced.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked, running her hands down her dress.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Rose blushed. “You don’t have to say stuff like that.”
“I have to. You’re beautiful.”
“You’re dressed in a tux, and so was Baker. I’m kind of nervous right now,” she said, looking at her own dress then over to him. “What’s going on?”
“All will be explained the moment we go to the club.”
“Is this one of the reasons why I can’t go to the clubhouse?”
Hardy pulled out a corsage. “I got you this.”
“This is feeling a lot like a prom to me, Hardy. What’s going on?” she asked.
“I’ll tell you everything you need to know when the time is right.”
“I’m getting excited now, Hardy. You’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Maybe I should wait, and let you get a little more excited.”
“Don’t you dare! I can’t handle waiting around another moment.” She rubbed her hands together, and Hardy was charmed by her excitement.
He took the ride back to the clubhouse slow, and with each second that passed, Rose got more anxious. Finally, he put her out of her misery, and took them to the clubhouse, parking inside the parking lot.
“Oh my God,” she said. The outside of the clubhouse as well as the inside had been decorated to that of a prom.
“Welcome to the prom, my love.” He parked the car, turning off the engine. Rounding the car, he opened her door, and offered her his arm. “I believe one lady didn’t get a chance to go to the prom, and it’s time to rectify that memory.”
She clung to his arm, holding him close. “You did all of this?”
“Yes. I did all of this. Well, I begged a little, and Nash helped out.”
“I’m glad you’re giving credit where it’s due,” Nash said.