What the fuck?
I stand dumbfounded in a lust-filled haze. She’s leaving? It takes a moment and the sounds of the club filling my ears to realize she’s really gone. I was two seconds away from crashing my lips against hers and inching her dress up to give her the release she needs. Well maybe not here, where anyone could watch, unless she’d be into that.
She pushed me away. What the fuck did I do? I replay everything in my head, but I don’t know where I crossed the line.
She had to know I’d follow her out here. Shit, I know she didn’t think I’d let her get away that easy.
And she was loving it. I know she wants me. Or wanted me. Fuck!
By the time I think about chasing her and head out to the exit, she’s nowhere in sight.
I push past the crowd and jog my way to the front. She’s not here. I check every dark corner, but Maddy’s fucking gone.
I search the dance floor and find her friend. Fuck me, but I can’t remember her name for the life of me. Did she even tell me?
She’s dancing with a group of women, having a blast and not paying attention to anything.
I have to grab her arm to get her attention.
She whips around like she’s gonna bitchslap me until she recognizes me. Her eyes dart around me and she looks confused. Shit, that’s not a good sign. I was hoping Maddy went to her before going wherever it is she went.
I scream over the music, “I lost your friend!”
“Fuck!” she yells out and starts pushing past me and everyone else, making a beeline for the door.
I follow her outside. Shit, did I really chase her off to the point where she felt like she had to leave?
I turn to look at her friend who’s now got her cell phone to her ear. She’s got one finger shoved into the opposite ear to drown out the sound of all the people still waiting in line. The bouncer’s watching us, but I give him a quick nod.
“You good?” he asks with his brows raised. I give him a short nod. I’m not really good though. This fucking sucks. And I feel like shit for pushing her away like that.
“Goddamn it,” her friend mutters after looking down the sidewalk and shoving her phone into her clutch.
She makes a move to go back inside.
“Did she leave?” I ask her.
She shrugs her shoulders and says, “Sorry.” She gives me a sad look and a tight smile before making a move to open the door. Fuck.
I get it for her, opening it wide enough, but I don’t go in.
“You think you could give me Maddy’s number?” I ask her with a little embarrassment. I don’t think I’ve ever asked for a chick’s number before. And definitely not from her friend. She looks like she’s considering it, but then she scrunches her nose and shakes her head.
“I’m sorry.” She really does look apologetic. “I’ll bring her ass back here though.” She nods her head confidently.
“That’s alright.” I watch her go in as my hope of seeing Maddy again dwindles.
I stand outside the club feeling the crisp cold air of the night against my skin. The bass of the music beats in my ears and it pisses me off.
Anger replaces confusion. Not at Maddy, but at myself. I knew she was too much of a good girl. I needed to play it smooth and slow, and instead I went for the kill too fast and freaked her out.
But damn, I couldn’t help myself. Feeling her body against mine… I stifle my groan.
I just had my hands all over that lush ass. I could practically feel how tight that hot pussy was gonna be cumming all over my dick. Speaking of my dick, the damn thing is currently hard as fucking steel in my jeans.
What the fuck did I do? She was all over me. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. She felt so good with her curvy body pushed against mine. And she would’ve felt even better impaled on my dick. She was so fucking responsive, and I can only imagine what she’d be like under me.
I take another look around the crowd and then back down the sidewalk to the left and the right. She’s not there. Fuck! I pushed too hard, too fast.
I run my hands through my hair and clear my throat.
Well, shit. That fucking sucks. I close my eyes and remember the soft, sweet sounds of her moans. My dick jumps in my pants and I have to turn and head back inside.
I need a drink.
I make it halfway there when a hot platinum blonde with a tight ass and perky tits stops in front of me.
“Hey handsome, I was looking to get out of here.” Her perfect white teeth bite down slightly on her bottom lip, drawing my eyes to her mouth. Vixen is the first term that comes to mind as I take her in.
“I could use a ride,” she whispers in a low, sultry voice.
Her lips are almost the same shade of red as her dress, and I have to admit that any other night with my dick this hard, I’d take her up on her offer, but not tonight. Not after Maddy.
“Not tonight.” I give her a tight smile and move to walk past her. Her eyes narrow and she looks like she’s gonna yell at me for some perceived insult, but then she remembers where she is.
“Fine, asshole,” she grumbles as she pushes past me with her fake tits brushing my forearm.
I watch her walk off sashaying her ass and going right for another Koranav member. Yeah, she just wants to get fucked by a mobster. Doesn’t matter who. I grit my teeth, feeling more agitated than anything else.
As I head to the back, all the thoughts I’ve been avoiding start coming to the surface. Fuck, I was feeling so damn good tonight.
Maddy took that away. She was a beautiful distraction. But she fucking took off, and with every step I take I want more and more just to drown myself in a bottle to forget this shit. She could’ve distracted me tonight. She could’ve taken that pain away, even if it was just for the night.
I walk back to the bar and my stool is taken by some redhead who’s got her legs spread and wrapped around Jackson’s thighs. His tongue is down her throat and his hands are up her dress. Usually I don’t give a shit, but tonight it pisses me off.
“Wanna buy me a drink?” I turn my head to the left as I rest my hands on the bar and see a second redhead standing there. She’s sweet and cute, not like the viper in the red dress from a minute ago, but I can’t get Maddy out of my head. I give her a tight smile, 'cause it’s all I can manage.
“Sure thing.” I keep my voice even and casual. A smile lights up the broad’s face. She’s gonna be real disappointed in a minute.
I yell at Tony, “Her next drink’s on me!” and then turn back to her. “Have a good night, sweetheart.” I leave cash on the bar and head out, ignoring the protests from the pretty little thing I’m leaving behind.
At least she got a free drink out of it. She’ll find someone else. I’m just not in the mood.
I turn on my heels, giving Tony a curt nod when he catches my gaze. He looks like he wants to ask a question, but I’m not one who likes to talk. He should know that by now.
I walk out the back exit where it’s less crowded and get in my Audi without a second thought.
Damn, tonight could’ve been so fucking good.
The drive is an easy one. I live close to work, and play close to work, too. It makes life easy.
I twist my hands on the leather steering wheel and grip on tighter. I fucking hate today. Not what happened, just the fucking date. It always reminds me of things I'd love to never have to think about again. Every year it seems to get worse.