The Biker's Claim

Hera's POV

They say that the Christmas season brings good news, laughter and happiness. It's a season of love but for me...

Well, this isn't about me. Christmas sure came early this year. A month ago, my best friend, Chloe,called ànd invited me to her wedding.

I was happy until I realized that I will have to travel back to Las Vegas to attend her wedding.

I tried to decline the invitation but Chloe being Chloe saw me through.

"Don't you dare say no,Hera or I won't hesitate to fly to Chicago and drag your ass to Las Vegas." She threatened.

That's why I am here now at the airport heading to the airport parking lot.

The airport is as chaotic as ever. People rushing to catch flights, the announcements in the background, and that familiar feeling of being just a face in the crowd.

This is me. I prefer walking around without people having to turn around and give me a second or third glance. But, with a body like mine, a plus size, that's more of a dream.

It's uncomfortable how people will stare at you like having a sizable butt and D cups is a crime. This is Las Vegas after all. Women are expected to be petite ànd sizable. One would think that being thirty years old, I should be used to it. Truth is, everytime,they make me feel like an outcast, a contrast to societal norms.

That's why I moved from here and settled in Chicago where people don't frown on plus size women like me. I also escaped my past here, a past so bitter that I prefer forgetting it, only that I can't allow myself to forget.

I adjust the strap of my purse, my heels clicking against the floor as I try to navigate the terminal. I flew in from Chicago for Chloe's wedding, and while I am happy for my best friend, a part of me can't help but feel... out of place.

I am thirty,still single, and, despite my success in life, I have no real romantic history to speak of.

Well , that is if a failed romance does not count.

My family has been on my neck about getting married. My mother never stops reminding me that a woman without a husband is a failure, no matter how successful her career is. My sister mocks me every chance she gets, calling me a wallflower, a woman who can't keep a man.

Chloe is the only person who accepts me for who I am. Maybe that's why we are best friends.

She has never looked down on my decision to focus on my career. She was there when my last relationship messed me big time. She helped me get back to my feet.

Chloe is one crazy woman though. She has been divorced twice but still insists on finding her soulmate. I'd say, she is strong. She is not like me, giving up after the first trial. Thinking about