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    The next morning…

    My eyelids slowly opened and a groan fell off my lips as I moved my limbs. Fuck- I’m sore, not the good kind-of-sore either. Jake wanted to “put me in my place” last night. He doesn’t know how pissed everyone at the club will be when I put his markings on show. Especially since I have a club promotion photo shoot today. Thank God he had dropped me off at my apartment last night.  

    I slowly sat up and stretched- wincing in pain. Walking to the bathroom- I had to grasp onto my dresser for support. The cold tile on the floor woke me up. I undressed myself and walked to the sink. “Oh shit.” I let out as I observed Jake’s “handiwork” from last night.

    There was a bite mark on my cleavage- his fingerprints bruised into my upper arms and hips. My lip that he bit had scabbed over on the inside corner. My ass was pink with the punishment slaps he handed out like candy. I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water caress my body. Let it wash away the dirty feeling Jake has left me with. I wrapped my arms around myself and lowered my head. When did I let a man get away with disrespecting me? Never. A shudder ran through my body- I picked up my loofah and creamy body wash and began to scrub.  

    After I showered, threw on a matching black lacy thong and bra set, jean cut off shorts and a Harley Davidson black tank top. I was shooting at the MC clubhouse today- hoping I wouldn’t run into Jake. I shoved my outfits for the shoot into a bag, grabbed my coffee, aviator sunglasses and headed out.

    I arrived at the clubhouse. My photographer and Nicole were there as my makeup artist was setting up. Today’s shoot consisted of me wearing a barely there bikini on a Harley Davison.  

    “Hey babe.” She gave me a tight hug and I groaned in pain. She quickly pulled back from me with a worried look on her face. “That good of a night with Jake?” She giggled.

    “I wish. More like he was teaching me a lesson.” I dropped my bag on the floor of the spare bedroom, taking my aviators off and tucked them into my tank top.

    “What do you mean?” She sounded pissed- always protective of me. That’s why she’s my ride or die bitch. I love this girl.

    “He saw.” It was all I needed to say.  

    “Shit.” She unrolled her MAC Cosmetic brushes and began to set up her airbrush machine. I changed into my skimpy black bikini. It had barely there strings with tiny triangles covering my breasts. My dermal piercings on my collarbones stood out against my tanned skin. The bottoms were a cheeky string bikini- probably more popular in Brazil, but what can I say- my ass has a mind of its own. I sat down on the bed and let Nicole have at me.  

    “Holy hell.” She dropped her airbrush and pointed at the bite mark peeking out from under a triangle of fabric on my chest.

    “I know. Just do what you can to cover it up.” I was originally going to let my marks from Jake go on showcase, in hopes someone from the club would question me. But, it’s probably better not to. I don’t want to know what else he would do. Last night was an entirely different Jake. He seemed dark; disconnected- I shivered at the thought.

    “Okay babe, let’s see what I can do.” Nicole went to work. She gave me a natural look with a smoky eye and nude lip. We curled my amazon woman hair, leaving it full and voluptuous.  

    “Perfect!” I clapped my hands as I stared in awe at the mirror. “You’re amazing. You work miracles, woman.” I kissed her cheek, slipping on my black silk robe.

    “Roxy…” she started as she grabbed her tube of mascara, spray bronzer and gloss.

    “Yeah?” I headed for the door, but stopped short to turn to her.

    “Promise me you’ll cut his balls off if he ever touches you like that again.”

    “Don’t worry, they’ll be encased in a shadow box on the church room’s mantel.” I gave her a small smile as we walked out to the back lot of the club. Where Manny, my