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Messy Mandy Presents
The Lunchtime Chronicles
Fresh Meat
Table of Contents
Title Page
Fresh Meat (Lunchtime Chronicles, #14)
Dedication
A Note from Messy Mandy
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 | Smoke
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Thanks for your support!
Double Dipped by Brooklyn Knight
Bottoms Up | Chapter 1
Taming of LaRue | Chapter 1 - Flashbacks and Tattoos
About the Author
Lunchtime Chronicles
Issue 14
March 25, 2020
L. Loren
Fresh Meat
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Dedication
Thank you so much to Siera London for inviting me to be a part of this bestselling series. Your mentorship and support mean the world. I enjoyed working with such a great group of ladies.
To my Season 2 Lunchtime Chronicles fellow authors, along with S. London, - Xyla Turner, Reana Malori and Brooklyn Knight – thank you for the love and support. You are all so talented. It was indeed a pleasure sharing this series with you.
To my husband, Doug, you are amazing. Your love and support are unmatched. You are my everything.
The readers of LTC – Thank you for your continued support of this project You guys gave me my first #1 Bestselling book with Bottoms Up! Thanks for the continued support and the great interactions on Mandy’s page.
A very special thanks to Dar Albert of Wicked Smart Designs for the fabulous cover and to Pam Gonzales of Love2Read Romance for her excellent proofreading skills
A Note from Messy Mandy
Welcome to Messy Mandy Presents: The Lunchtime Chronicles Season 2, steamy, short erotic romance served piping hot. Lunchtime series launched with Siera London’s WHIPPED at the Interracial Romance Author Expo in Daytona Beach 2019. There are 8 books in Season 1. Read them, leave reviews, tell your friends and then follow my Facebook page: The Lunchtime Dish with Messy Mandy where I spill the tea.
LUNCHTIME CHRONICLES SEASON 2
featuring stories by:
Siera London, Brooklyn Knight, Xyla Turner, L. Loren and Reana Malori.
Fresh Meat
Summary
Cinta
BEING A SUGAR BABY was not all it was cracked up to be. Especially not when I was forced to leave the only home I had ever known after my mother found out. Exiled to Daytona Beach, I was supposed to get my life together by working in my auntie’s hotel. Hey, it beat being homeless. Little did I know it was Bike Week. A ride on a hot biker was just what I needed to forget my troubles, but could I handle everything he was offering? You know what they say, where there’s Smoke, there’s fire!
Smoke
Spending Bike Week in Daytona Beach was supposed to be research for an upcoming movie role. I had no idea all the perks being an undercover biker would offer. I couldn’t afford to make any mistakes, so I took a vow of celibacy. Fate had other plans. As soon as I arrived, a little spitfire sparked my engine and I threw those vows right out the window. Baby Bird captured my heart in one day. Now, my mission was to make her mine and claim my own happy ending.
Chapter 1
Cinta
“
Cinta, get your ass in here!”
My overzealous mother bellowed throughout the house trying to get my attention. She yelled so much all that noise fell on deaf ears. I would do anything the woman wanted, all she had to do was ask. But she never asked. She always demanded. She was the queen of the castle and I existed only to do her bidding. If it didn’t require me to get a job, I would move out of her house and never look back.
The problem was, I was a recent college graduate with few job prospects. Not that I put a lot of time and effort into looking. Hey, I was a daddy’s girl and I lived at home with my parents. Daddy would never let my mom put me out on the streets like she threatened to do every other week. Hell, I just graduated from college six months ago. What was her problem? A chick needed more time.
“Cinta! Girl, I am not playing with you.”
The door to my room burst open and the beast of the southern wild stood there glaring at me. She got on my last nerves. I plastered on a fake smile and sat up in bed.
“Mommy, I was just about to get up. Did you need something?”
She ignored my words but strolled into my room and went straight for the closet. Now this heifer knows she can’t fit any of my clothes. The last time she borrowed one of my t-shirts, she stretched it out so bad that I ended up just giving it to her. I knew good and well she wasn’t about to squeeze her size twenty ass into my size ten jeans, so I hopped out of bed and headed straight to my sanctuary.
“Mommy is there something you need in my closet? Where are you going?”
She continued to ignore me, heading to the back of my luxurious walk-in domain that Daddy had custom designed just for me. When she snagged one of my LV Knit Horizon suitcases from its home and removed the dust cover, I almost lost it on her. Nobody, I mean nobody touches my LV. She didn’t pay for it, so she had no right.
“Mommy, what are you doing? Put my luggage back on the shelf and get out of my closet.”
I knew it was a mistake to talk to her like that, but she was ignoring me. It was the only way I knew to make her talk to me. Just as I expected, her neck snapped around and she glared at me. If looks could kill, well let’s just say I would have been frozen in a cocoon of ice so she could take a hammer and smash me into a million pieces. A slow, torturous death.
“Little girl, have you lost your damn mind? I will knock you into the middle of next week if you speak to me like that again. Think I’m playing? Try me!”
I don’t know what I was thinking in that moment. Seriously, I live in my head all day and I still can’t tell you what possessed me to talk back to my mother. I stood firm, wearing my pajama shorts and a tight as fuck tank top, placed my hands on my hips and tuned up my face.
“I am a grown woman. You can’t tell me what to do anymore. What is your problem anyway? I wasn’t even bothering you. I was asleep in my own bed, in my own room and here you come messing with me.”
“First of all, take your hands off of your imagination when you are talking to me.”
“My imagination? That’s funny. I have you know...”
“Child don’t go there. You have the audacity to stand up here in my face thinking you are a grown ass woman. I’ll give it to you. Your little body is bangin’, but please don’t mistake a big ass and tits for what makes you grown. You are a little girl. You live in my house, eat my food and pay not one damn bill. Until you can pay your ow
n way, you will never be a woman.”
She made me sick always throwing it up in my face that I lived at home. She had me and it was her responsibility to take care of me. Why did I need to feel guilty?
“This isn’t just your house. I have a right to be here since you birthed me. My daddy will not let you put me out in the streets. He always takes care of me.”
“Well, I have news for you little girl. Your daddy is my husband, He will no longer be paying your bills. From this moment forward you are on your own. Now, I have called your auntie down in Daytona Beach and she has been kind enough to offer you a job in her hotel. Get dressed while I pack your shit. You’re leaving in an hour.”
“What? I don’t even know that lady like that. How you gonna put me out and send me down there to be her slave? I’m not going. DADDY! DADDY!”
My mom started laughing like the hyena on Lion King™. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Where was my Daddy? I needed him and he was not answering.
“Your Daddy and I had a little talk last night and he agrees with me on this. We saw that little video that was all over the news.”
“What video, Mama?”
“You know what I’m talking about. That video with that girl you went down to Miami with. You think we wouldn’t see that nasty thing? That girl all bent over with that old man’s face in her twat. It was everywhere! Your daddy bout lost his mind thinking it was you.”
“Wait, so you know it wasn’t me, but you’re still punishing me? What’s up with that? It’s just not fair, Mama.”
She looked me up and down like I disgusted her. Her lips turned up before she continued talking.
“You know what they say, you are who your friends are. Do you really expect me to believe you weren’t on that boat doing the same thing or worse? I never did like that girl Paradyce that you hang with. I knew she was bad news, dragging you into that world where those nasty old men pay for young girls to be with them.”
Mama shook her head at me like I was the lowest piece of scum on earth. Dang, I sure wasn’t about to fuss with her about being a Sugar baby now. She would probably hit me. Nope. I like being cute. She always mistook my hanging around with Dyce as me having sex with older men so they would pay my bills. That wasn’t exactly the case. True, I dated older men, but there weren’t any strings attached. If they took me shopping as a treat, I wasn’t going to say no.
“Ma...”
“Just swallow that lie you were about to tell, little girl. If you weren’t a Sugar Baby where do all these expensive clothes, shoes and luggage come from? Shit, your wardrobe is better than mine and I have a job.”
She started pulling at my clothes and just my luck, the cute little shirt dress that Will brought me in Miami as a joke, found its way into her hands. I had absolutely nothing to say as she pulled the dress from the hangar and thrust it at me.
“If you’re not a Sugar Baby, why the hell do you have this dress that says you are?”
There it was, written in sparkly glitter for the entire world to see. SUGAR BABY was spelled out across the front of the dress. There would be no convincing her. All I could do was tuck my head and move out of the closet towards the shower. That was it. I was moving to Daytona Beach to be a slave in my auntie’s hotel.
Chapter 2
Smoke
W
e passed the Welcome to Daytona Beach overpass sign a few minutes ago. According to the voice of the road captain coming through the speaker in my helmet, we were about two miles away from the hotel. I couldn’t wait to get off this bike to stretch my legs and pop my back. This was my first long distance ride on a motorcycle and let’s just say your boy could use more cushion in the ass area. After over six and a half hours on this bike, my body was sore as fuck. A hot shower was just what I needed, but the way things were looking it would be a minute. We had been sitting in this damn traffic for over thirty minutes and only managed to make an inch of progress. At this rate, I may be in traction before we arrive.
I really should have thought this through before agreeing to take this movie role. Researching the life of a biker turned out to be more than I expected. My agent made sure I took riding lessons from the best in the business. My stylist had me geared up with the latest Harley Davidson t-shirts and leather. Hell, I even spent months growing out my beard and allowing my hair to return to its natural brown color instead of the blonde mane I was known for in Hollywood. I used it as a disguise to hide my true identity from the public and my club. The only person who knew I was Hollywood A-list actor Garrett Sutherland was the club president, Ace.
Known as The Predators, the club I rode with was the real deal. They were not 1%ers, but if I had my back against the wall, there wasn’t another group of men and women I would choose to be at my side. That’s right. I said men and women because this group was progressive, boasting both men and women members and officers. I was lucky as fuck Ace decided to help me out. He told the club that I was a lone wolf member living in Atlanta. No one questioned him when he allowed me to hang out in their clubhouse and get to know everyone. When I was invited to ride with the pack to Bike Week, I was ecstatic. I had to remember to thank my home boy Dallas for the hook up.
Dallas Monroe was another A-list actor in Hollywood who had great connections. It was him who got me into the club. I had been shooting my last movie a few months back when I ran into him on set. I invited him and his girl Ari to dinner so we could catch up. That’s when I told him about my upcoming role, and he offered to introduce me to Ace.
“Now that you’ve wrapped shooting on this movie are you going to take some time off, or do you have another project?” Dallas inquired.
“Yeah, man I have another movie coming up at the end of the year. I need to do some serious research before shooting begins. We have some heavy hitters on this one and I need to shine.”
“What kind of role are you playing, Garrett?”
“I’m playing this bad ass biker who falls for this chick and has wild adventures. Some of the scenes from the script seem far-fetched. Shit, I don’t even know how to ride.”
“What kind of research are you planning?”
“I don’t know, man. I need to find a group of bikers and see if they will let me hang around their clubhouse, attend events that kind of stuff.”
That’s when Ari interjected into the conversation. She was a PR rep, and a damn good one. She managed to save Dallas’ career when he was in some trouble with a prominent producer. She also found a way for him to transition from an action hero to getting dramatic roles and rom coms. Unheard of in Tinsel Town. If my guy ever fucked up, you could best believe I would be knocking on Ari’s door.
“Honey, you should hook him up with Ace and Mouse. They’ll take care of him.”
“Damn, Ari you’re right. Ace and Mouse would be perfect for this. Garrett, I’m about to save your life. My boy Ace is the National President of a bad ass MC called The Predators down in Jacksonville. FL. I am sure if I ask, he will let you go undercover in his club.”
“Man, that is a lifesaver.”
“One word of caution. They may not be an outlaw club, but make no mistake, they will fuck you up if it comes to that. Be honest with Ace. Do NOT lie to him about anything. He is not to be played with. Oh, I know how you are with the ladies, but do yourself a favor and stay far away from Mouse. She’s his ole lady and he doesn’t play about that woman. Don’t go down there spreading that Hollywood charm on his or anybody else’s woman and you should be fine.”
That’s how I came to ride with this club. Ace and his family have really welcomed me into the fold. I have been down here in Florida for a few months and have found a home with this crew. They are so much more than a MC. Each member is either a business owner or is working to make the businesses owned by the members more profitable. They are a tightknit community all about family. I think I have found my tribe.
As I was thinking about how bad my ass was aching sitting on this bike, I glanced over to
my left and started laughing. Sitting inside an orange Audi Q3 was the most vibrant woman I had ever seen in my life. She was young, early twenties and judging by the flailing of her arms and her mouth going a mile a minute, this chick was rocking out to whatever music was blasting through her speakers. She was the best thing I had seen all week. Her energy was off the charts and she had this carefree look about her. I wanted to know this woman. To get her attention I reached over and tapped lightly on her window. She just about jumped out of her skin. Damn she was beautiful.
“Roll down your window.”
I called out to her, but I guess the music was too loud if the confusion on her face was any indicator. I held out my hand, rotating it in a circular motion with one finger pointing out. The universal signal for rolling down your window worked as she pushed the button and the glass on the passenger window descended a bit. She was cautious given the fact that the window was only let down a couple of inches.
“May I help you?”
She gave me a half smirk, half side eye and followed it with a smile. This chick was entertaining. I lifted the visor on my helmet and gave her my most charming smile. Well it was the best I could muster with my ass on fire.
“I thought maybe you needed my help. All that flailing around and talking to yourself. Everything alright, Suga?”
The beauty laughed and it was music to my ears. Thank god it wasn’t one of those nasally laughs like that Nanny lady. No, my girl had a cute laugh that made my cock stir. The voice of an angelic bird chirped from her full lips and her eyes lit with amusement. She looked innocent, but I would bet my last movie salary that she had a bad girl locked away behind those beautiful brown eyes.
“I was just doing my version of Carpool Karaoke. It’s all good.”