Unity

Bottoms up

After eating with the boys the other day and seeing ace I felt nervous about how tonight was going to go. I hadn't stepped foot inside of the clubhouse since I'd attacked Steph and the plan upon my return had been to stay as far away as I could but because Tahlia was my best friend and it was her hen do I felt like I couldn't tell her no so here I was dressing up for a party I didn't even want to go to anymore. Ronan had been apprehensive when I'd told him I was off out and where I was going, immediately he'd offered to drop me there and pick me up when I was ready to leave. He'd been more than persistent when I told him I'd be fine to get a cab.

I had just finished getting ready, eyeing up the costume Tahlia had picked out for me in disgust. She'd picked one of the most sluttiest costumes I'd ever seen but I had to grin and bear it because it was her party, her hen do. However there was a small piece of me that is excited to see Ronans reaction to it. She'd decided that we all go as playboy bunnies her reasoning had been that it was going to be one of her last nights of freedom so we all had to make the most of it.

I had a low cut black unitard on with a white collar and bow, the material clinging to my skin and I was worried it would be way too tight. Beneath it were fishnets that shown way too much skin and when I turned in the mirror I was mortified to see the bottom of my ass cheeks staring back at me. I groaned, snatching up the bunny ears that had come with the outfit before sliding them onto my head. They sat nicely now that I had straightened my hair, this was the most effort I'd made in years and I hope Tahlia was grateful for it.

I had just been tying the laces on my doc martens when there was a knock at my bedroom door. "Come in!" I yelled, tying my laces into a bow before standing to grab my shoulder bag. I had my back turned to the door, rummaging through my bag to double check that I had everything I needed. A low whistle got my attention and I quickly spun round, staring at a wide eyed Ronan. I'm pretty sure his mouth was stuck open too, his eyes glued to my body.

"Wow." He gushed after a few seconds, my cheeks beating at his reaction. "Ace is gonna beat himself after seeing you like this."

I snorted, throwing my bag over my shoulder while grabbing my keys from the dresser. "I'm hoping he isn't there." I admitted, twiddling my key ring.

"If he is just ignore him, you can do better than that prick." He grumbled, annoyance flickering across his face at the mention of Ace.

"Oh don't worry, I will." I told him seriously, stepping into the hall. I walked down it, stopping when I realised I couldn't hear Ronan behind me. He was still stood by the door watching me lazily, a smirk on his face when he realised he'd been caught red handed.

"You know you should wear that more often." He joked, well at least I thought he was joking. My cheeks flamed red again and I thanked god for all the makeup I'd put on my face hoping it was enough to hide my blazing cheeks from him. I shuffled into the kitchen, hoping to keep his wandering eyes from looking at me any longer.

"She wouldn't be able to fight all the men off." Sierra spoke from the kitchen making me jump. She was stirring a spoon in what looked to be a mug of coffee and I frowned when I noticed she was back in her nurse scrubs, I thought today had been her day off because she'd been working all week.

"I can fight." Ronans voice distracted me from the doorway, heat curling around my insides at the irritated look on his face. I didn't know what it was but I wanted to walk down the street in this outfit just to test him, to see that look on his face all over again.

Sierra laughed, sipping quickly from her coffee. "We all know that Ronan." He smiled with pride, clearly happy we were well aware that he could fight if he wanted to.

"You got another shift tonight?" I asked Sierra, changing the topic of conversation even thought selfishly I didn't want to. I wanted to see how far I could push Ronan, I didn't know what had gotten into me.