I have been hanging around the Mayan clubhouse for a few weeks now and it seems like every time I'm here, I find myself spending time with Bishop, the charter President. He's definitely nice looking and really sweet and affectionate. We talked a couple of weeks ago and decided we wanted to see where this would go between us so I guess you would say I was his girl and I'm good with that. He treats me really well and so do the rest of the club.
It's a normal Friday night and we are sitting around the clubhouse, talking to some of the guys and laughing at how clueless these guys are when it comes to women. "Guys, women are not that hard to figure out." I tell them. "Easy for you to say. You're a woman." Angel tells me. "Well, bless your little heart Angel." I say in my southern accent that drives Bishop crazy. I feel him nuzzle his nose against my neck and I can't help but smile. I tilt his chin up and place a soft kiss to his lips and he smiles against my lips.
A little later, Bishop stands and leads me to the dorm. Once inside, he pulls me to the bed and kisses me deeply. We start to shed clothes and he makes love to me nice and slow, whispering how much he wants me and how perfect I am for him. Once we both reach our release, I snuggle into his side and like every night before, we lay there together and talk.
"So, tell me, Mia, what secrets are in that pretty little head of yours?" he asks. I lean up and place my hands on his chest and my chin on my hands so that I can look at him. "You can't tell anyone." I tell him. "Cross my heart." he smirks. I place a kiss in his lips and say "Us southern girls have our own language, so to speak." I say. "How's that?" he asks. "Well, you know how I always tell Angel, Bless his heart?" I ask and he nods. "That's the southern girl way of calling him a dumbass." I say and he starts laughing. "And here I thought you were just being nice." he tells me. "Oh I am. We were raised to be ladylike and it's not ladylike to call someone a dumbass to their face." I tell him with the most serious look possible. "Tell me more." he tells me. "Well, you know how I can't stand that new sweetbutt?" I ask. "But you're always complimenting her." he tells me confused. "Honey, that's called bitch smacking her with kindness." I say and he looks at me confused. "Okay, us southern women are raised to always be polite. So, we have mastered the art of insulting you with a compliment." I tell him and he's still completely lost. "Okay. You know how Jessica was bragging about how much she paid for her new shoes?" I ask and he nods and rolls his eyes. "Well, I sat down next to her and told her how much I loved her shoes and that my grandmother had the same pair but that they looked better on her." I tell him. "How's that an insult?" he asks. "Well, how can someone be sexy wearing something that someone's grandmother wears. You notice she hasn't worn them since." I tell him and he lets out a hearty laugh. "You are something else." He tells me before kissing me. "Now, Bish, tell me a secret in that pretty head of yours." I say, using his words on him. He looks at me seriously for a second and says "I'm in love with you." I look at him shocked before kissing him softly and saying "I'm in love with you too.
