Page 86 of Other Woman Drama


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I wouldn’t be caught unaware again.

Tomorrow, I’d also go to Jiu Jitsu.

Shaw had been begging me for a week to come out and get a little sparring in, even if it was light.

I’d been putting her off, but I wouldn’t be doing that anymore.

When Webber left for work tomorrow, I’d be heading out.

Hopefully, that allowed me to have a bit more confidence, too.

I couldn’t stay cooped up at Webber’s forever.

One, it wasn’t healthy to stay inside that much.

Two, I had a feeling if I put it off any longer, I would never get back out there.

Three, I was desperate to see something other than Webber’s house.

I wanted to go to Target and aimlessly walk through the aisles and buy stuff I didn’t need.

I wanted to go to Tractor Supply and see the chicks that I knew would be out.

I wanted to go roll around on the mats at Slow Roll and get sweaty.

Decision made that I would not be this weak, timid woman anymore, I got up and walked to the bathroom, surveying myself in the mirror.

My hair was down around my shoulders, long and slick because I’d washed it this morning and blow dried it.

My eyes still had some bruising under them, but everything was fading away.

I could probably cover up what was left with some makeup and no one would be the wiser.

I was skinnier.

I’d lost some weight, but likely that was all muscle because I hadn’t been able to go to Jiu Jitsu and get a workout in.

I poked one cheek where there was an underlying bruise that was stubbornly staying ever present, then turned around and marched out of the room.

Both sets of eyes came my way when I walked into the living room.

Webber’s went dark with fury and Cakes grinned wildly. “Well hello there, Silver. Our fearless leader’s old lady.”

I tilted my head. “I’m not old.”

Cakes’ grin got even bigger. “Never said you were old. Just that you were his old lady. It’s a biker term. You need to start cramming since you’re gonna be the head old lady in charge.”

My brows rose and I looked to Webber. “Is old lady a bad thing?”

His eyes went from my bare legs to my eyes as he said, “No. It’s what you are. You’re mine.”

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest, which only served to make the t-shirt I was wearing shorter.

Though, Webber was fairly huge, and his t-shirts reflected that. I still had about four inches to spare before anything vital was showing.

“What are you doing here, Cakes?” I asked.

Cakes eyes flicked to Webber, then back to me. “Uhhh…”