The Porn Star Princess And Her Biker Knights

Chapter 2.

Michaela’s POV.

Today is the day. Me and my besties go to scream ourselves hoarse and drink copious amounts of beer as we cheer on our favourite team, the Dallas Cowboys.

I’m in my underwear and an oversized T-shirt shaking my ass to the Buggles Video Killed The Radio Star. Who doesn’t love the 80s? Because I grew up on it and I love it.

I am making pancakes as I sing into the spatula. Just as I’m about to belt out the lyrics, I jump with a squeal. Turning to see my boys all dancing and singing.

God, I love these goof-balls. We all sing back and forth and dance around my kitchen. Axel is recording us and taking lots of pictures. No doubt to put on his socials, which I don’t mind as long as he tags me in them.

“Babe, if your ever break your p***y and can’t do this gig anymore, please, for the love of god don’t take up a career in singing because babe, you are tone deaf.” Jax says, and I hit him on the arm with the spatula and we all laugh as I plate up breakfast.

This is a regular occurrence for them to be here or for me to go to theirs. Last night when I got home. I ate and relaxed in bed watching a film before I fell asleep and woke up an hour ago. I love lazy mornings. So here we are all looking refreshed and ready to sort of tackle the day. My long black hair is up in a twisted tatty knot on my head as I’m barefaced and barefoot eating the breakfast I made, knowing they would make an appearance this morning.

When Samson, my beautiful boy, walks in from the bedroom and lays next to the bar stool. Samson is my Bull Mastiff, and he is such a gentle giant, well until he isn’t, that is.

“So, any word from Delaney yet?” Tony asks, and I sigh and point to my phone that I have ignored since I woke up.

“He has been blowing up my phone. He knows better than most to not disturb me until I’m ready.” I say and they all chuckle and shake their heads. It is no secret that I am not a morning person and the last thing I need is to be inundated with calls and messages before I’ve had my coffee.

My boys are the only ones allowed to intrude on my morning routine. Heaven above, they have seen me at my lowest. Even when I’ve been sick, they have been there for me. Just like I am for them.

So them seeing me with no makeup or eyelashes is nothing new. I know they love seeing me au-natural. They say my green eyes pop with or without my makeup and eyelashes because they are so green. Like creamy jade. They are my best feature. Well, that and my double D titties and tight, firm ass, oh and my long legs.

“Raven, are you up?” What the f**k. Samson growls and lifts his head. He doesn’t like Delaney, and I don’t blame him right now. I’m not liking him very much either.

“What part of don’t contact me until after three? Do you not understand?” I say as I watch as Delaney makes himself at home. He knows better than to test me, especially with my fiery Italian temper.

“Well, you weren’t responding, and I need to talk to you about the charity event.” He says and I look at my boys and they notice it too. Delaney is shifty more than ever this morning.

“Ok, spill.” I say, and Delaney moves closer and makes himself a cup of coffee and sits at the end of the island and looks at me.

“There is an auction.” He says and I watch him, my eyes narrowing on him and he shifts uncomfortably under my gaze.

“And?” I say, waiting for him to explain.

“Well, the auction is where they auction things off. I may or may not have put you forward for it.” I stand, slamming my hands down hard and try not to wince.

“You did what?” I snap at him with a growl in my tone. He stands up and backs away with his hands up as I round the island and stop in front of him.

“It is for charity and you will only be having dinner with whoever bids the most.” He is lying.

“I want the truth now. What exactly did you sign me up to do?” I say and I can feel my boys behind me. All three place their hands on me to ground me.

“That they could spend the night with Raven Knights.” He says, and I scoff and chuckle, but it isn’t friendly. I pinch the bridge of my nose. So he has pimped me out to the highest f*****g bidder? Calm down, breathe Mic, just breathe. But that is not working. And here it comes.

“Let me get this straight. You have auctioned me off to spend a night with some greasy ass old billionaire to donate money to a charity for victims of abuse? What part in your tiny brain thought that was a good f*****g idea, Delaney? Lord have mercy.” I say, throwing my hands up in the air as I turn and walk back to the island and bypass it and head to the fridge and grab a bottle of wine. I mean, it is five o’clock somewhere right. Just as I’m about to open the bottle, Jax grabs the bottle from my hand and gives me a look.

“Just think of the money it will give to the charity. It’s one night and you don’t have to sleep with them.” I whirl around fast and pick up the fork and throw it at him.

“No, but that is what whoever buys me will want. Are you stupid? Where you dropped on your head a few times as a damn child. Whoever wins that auction knowing what I do for a f*****g living will expect to f**k me, so they have bragging rights that they slept with a f*****g porn star. You f*****g moron!” I shout at him and my chest is heaving.

“Get someone else to do it. I won’t and you know why.” I say, pointing at him. He knows too damn well why I don’t do this s**t. The amount of crazed fans I have who do not understand the word no. I have had a few of them over the years. It is not nice being stalked, and this fool has just offered me up like a dressed thanksgiving turkey. Prick.

“Raven, come on. It will only be for one night. Look, I will make sure it is a dinner only. You will have security with you and the spending the night will be a no, please, sweetheart. I know I should have asked you. If you won’t do it, at least still be my plus one. I can see if another one of the girls will do it, but this close to the event, I don’t think I will get anyone else to do it.” He whines like a petulant child.

Manipulative, sad little fucker. Delaney couldn’t find his own c**k with both hands, Siri and a damn map. He is useless, but as a manager he is ok, not great but ok.

“Fine, now get the f**k out before I throw this and I won’t miss next time.” I say and he scurries past me.

“I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow night. Dress accordingly.” He says, and I scoff. What did he think I would wear? n****e tassels, an edible thong, and my six-inch heels? Asshole.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur and we are now in the stadium as we watch the game. Beer in hand, jersey on, plus foam finger and silver and blue face paint. We are screaming at the players and dancing with the cheerleaders.

At the end of the game, the Cowboys are declared the winners and we stagger out of the stadium and head home. Tonight has been fun and tomorrow I am heading into the pits of hell. God, if it wasn’t a crime to kill Delaney I would, but the man signs my pay-checks, so I better play nice.