Page 39 of Broken Melody
He’s trying, but failing, to brush their hands off of his body. “Come on Maddy baby, we just want to have some fun,” a blonde from a bottle tells him as she brushes a hand across the front of his thighs.
Britt is now squeezing my arm and somehow I manage to tear my gaze away from the freak show across the room and stare at her blankly. I mouth the word ‘Maddy’ to her and I know the look on my face is disgusted, because ew.
“Yeah, baby, we know how you like it. We’re here for another round – let’s make headlines again,” says a brunette with a dress cut so low I have no clue how her boobs aren’t falling out.
“We missed you. It’s been what…two or three weeks since we were last naked? That’s too long,” a redhead pouts shamelessly.
I feel frozen and I’m not sure why. It’s not like I haven’t seen something like this before, hell, I see it all the time at the bar where I work. I’ve read the tabloid reports about Maddox – who hasn’t – and I know what the stories say. Maybe part of me thought that it was all made up – fake. It’s different seeing it right in front of my face. Right in front of my face immediately after my hands were just on that same body. When I felt like he was about to be mine. Stupid. I’m so stupid.
Turning to Britt again, I give her a look that screams get me the hell out of here without having to say a word. “Sailor and I are going to go dance again,” she tells the room. She takes my arm and we move toward the door.
“Sailor-” Maddox calls.
I take a breath, then turn to him and offer a wave, “Have fun,” I call out with a frozen smile on my face before turning back around and making a quick exit with Britt.
She waits until we’re down the stairs and on the edge of the dance floor before speaking. “Okay, are we going to begin operation make him jealous, or operation get us the hell home?” she asks.
I don’t even have to think about it, “Get us home,” I tell her.
She nods, “Ten-four,” she says and even salutes and it almost generates a laugh from me. Her hopeful look turns into a frown as she pulls her phone from her purse to get us a driving service. She’s done quickly, “We’re lucky. There was a guy at the end of the block. By the time we walk out of the building he should be here.”
Nodding, we hold hands as we weave through the crowd, not wanting to lose one another. Just as we head through the doorway to exit the club, I turn back and look toward the window where our VIP area was located. I’m not sure what I’m expecting. Maddox standing there waving me back, or maybe that I would find he’s behind me, cutting through the crowd trying to make his way to me, to ask me not to leave. But, there’s nothing. He probably barely even noticed my departure. With a sigh, I drop my head, turn and follow Britt out the door.
Britt waits until we’re inside the car before she turns to me, “Alright, spill.”
“Um, maybe we should wait until we get home,” I tell her nervously not wanting to talk in front of the driver. I guess I need to think about these things now, there are eyes and ears everywhere.
“Aw honey, you ain’t got to worry about me, sugar. I’ve done seen it all,” the driver says. The badge on the passenger mirror says, ‘Rodrigo Hernandez.’
“Thanks, Rodrigo. I just don’t feel like talking about it.”
“Suit yourself, sugar. I’ve been there done that myself. Boys, they sure are the devil’s candy. You know you shouldn’t suck it, but it tastes so good.”
Britt and I look at each other, eyes wide, before we start laughing hard and loud. When we catch our breath Britt says, “That is so damn true.”
After Britt exchanges numbers with our friendly driver, we are finally home. I’ll hand it to her – she manages to wait until I kick my shoes off and place my purse on the counter before she dives in. “So, have a little fun with Maddox tonight did you?”
Turning to her, I ask, “How do you know that?”
“Well, when I walked into the room, the look on your face would have been enough, but he was also wearing your lipstick,songbird,” she says with a laugh.
“Oh my god!” I yell and head to the mirror to check out my reflection. My lipstick is a bit smeared and I groan with embarrassment. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“I was too concerned with getting us out of there. But now that we’re here, you should probably text one of them so they know you are home and safe.”
“I only have Maddox’s number.”
“Then text him.”
I hesitate, not really wanting to speak to him, but knowing that it’s futile. I’m about to spend a hell of a lot of time with him so I need to act like the mature adult I am. Taking a deep breath, I look at Britt, “I don’t wanna,” I whine making her laugh.
“Fine. Then they will go crazy searching the club for you not knowing for sure if you left, if you were hurt, if you were abducted-”
“Oh, please. I think he probably knows I left, but fine. I’ll do it.” Taking my phone from my purse I type out a text, delete it, reword it, and delete it again.
Sighing, Britt grabs the phone from me - types something - then hands it back to me, “There.”
Looking down at the screen I see she’s typed, “Went home to give you alone time for your ménage. Don’t forget the lube.”
