King and Riley and the rest of the East Gang are back, as old and new snakes emerge will the East Family make it through or fold under the pressure?
Los Angeles better be ready!
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I've been pacing throughout the women's restroom for over fifteen minutes trying to get my head right. Of course I feel terrible for having Ace wait on me at the table but I needed to have a moment to myself before we continue this dinner. My phone is out there with him in my purse so he can't reach me to ask if I'm okay.
Why am I such a horrible person?
Walking over to the mirror I stared at myself, gnawing on my lip feeling myself about to lose control. The tears built up anyhow despite my efforts to remain cool. When the first one fell I felt my breath quicken and slow down drastically.
Lifting my left hand to give attention to the diamond in rusted tennis bracelet Ace just gifted me, I slapped my opposite hand over my mouth, crying even harder.
The old Sky used to firmly believe she wouldn't find a good man.
The present version of myself has one and even after Ace go to know the real me over the last few months he hasn't went running for the hills. I sighed realizing I don't deserve him.
Noise from outside the bathroom entrance snapped me back to reality. I quickly grabbed some paper towels, wet them and cleaned up my face. I'm not in the greatest head space and the last thing I need is a stranger annoying me with questions about why I look so sad.
After killing some more time in front of the mirror, fixing my outfit and hair I put an end to my pity party. Leaving the ladies room with a calm expression on my face I walked back to our table. When I rounded the corner I saw Anthony (Ace real name) staring into space as his fingers lightly stroked the rim of his glass.
The closer I came to the table I could tell that he fought his urges to make immediate eye contact with me. He opted for the latter not wanting to put me on the spot. My hand lightly touched the chair just as he got up from his seat to pull mine out.
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My eyes met his as he towered over me slightly and only then did I reflect on the four hours we spent locked in his loft this morning, sweet and sexual licks and kisses covered my body as I moaned his name, as the Sun rose.
