Less - 21
We arrive in the warehouse just as Hiram is ending a meeting with the other girls. He doesn’t look too pleased as I strut over to him, arms crossed, Blade a wall behind me. With him, I feel so badass, especially since now, I know his truth. I skim the crowd of ladies all mingling while they get ready for Blondie but don’t see her. It’s a bit crazy that a majority of the women here are dark-haired. In the real world, there’s usually an influx of blondes at my local clubs. It appears they have a type. “Less. Blade. Nice of you to join us.” Hiram seems much calmer today, but I know he’s a loose cannon. A ticking time bomb. “Where do you want her, boss?” Hiram looks over the top of my head at him, despite the six-inch heels I’m wearing. A reminder that these men are massively taller than
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