I found Jackson’s bike just outside the club, conveniently parked almost in front of the door. I looked down at my clothes thinking how the hell am I ever going to be able to sit on a motorbike with this tight dress.
Fuck it. I went back to Mike, by the door, and asked if he had a pocket knife of something. Luckily he did. I managed to cut a slit in the fabric just enough so I could at least open my legs wide enough to get on the bike.
I raced home like a maniac trying to get there before Matt did, as the deep feeling of concern consumed my mind. I don’t know where he is, but just in case he was close I purposely forgot about any legal speed limit, as I roared the bike, way above them. I’m just thanking God it’s the middle of the night as there is no traffic. I wanted to be there when h
