touched my cheek, and I reared back in shock. Maddox’s head fell into the crook of my neck, and he inhaled deeply before pulling away, giving me panty-melting smile.
“Eww, did you just lick me? What is wrong with you, Maddox?” I growled, slapping his chest and shoving him away. But he was a wall of muscles so moving him was an impossible task.
He gave me a mock pout. Yeah, he was a little drunk already. “I thought we were supposed to lick the ones we love. I licked you, so you’re mine.”
I blew out an exasperated breath before hissing. “Are you a dog?”
Maddox paused, as if he really was thinking about my question. And then he shrugged. “Doggy style is my favorite position to fuck. And I’m also your Poodle.”
Before I could have stopped him, he leaned forward and licked my cheek once again, leaving a wet trail behind.
His mouth moved to my neck, licking me there, too. Against my own accord, my thighs trembled, and my core clenched as his lips brushed over my throat. “Maddox!” I whisper-yelled. “Stop licking me!”
He leaned back, and his lips quirked up dangerously. “Why? It gets you wet?”
“No,” I barked, suddenly feeling the urge to smack him. “Because your girlfriend just walked in, and she’s coming our way. Oh, she doesn’t look very happy.”
Maddox looked toward the entrance before sinking more into his seat, as if trying to hide from the raging chick coming his way. “Ah. Shit,” he whispered.
Bianca wasn’t exactly his ‘girlfriend’ anymore. They broke up when Maddox didn’t show up the night he was supposed to go over to her house. The night he got into a fight with Landon and ended up in jail.
The next morning, Bianca threw a huge tantrum and even called me a ‘homewrecker’ and ‘bitch’ for trying to steal her man. Maddox dropped her so fast I thought she’d suffer a whiplash.
Her man? Yeah, right.
Maddox was never hers in the first place.
A week after their breakup, she still didn’t grasp the idea and has now turned into a stalker. Bianca stopped at our table, hands on her hips, and glowered at Maddox. “I need to talk to you.”
He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “I’m busy, as you can see.”
“Now,” she snapped.
My eyes widened at her tone, and Maddox tensed. “You don’t get to come here and make demands. I’m not your boy toy, Bianca.”
She tapped her foot, impatiently. “You owe me a better explanation for breaking up with me, Maddox.”
Maddox rubbed his eyes and slurred a bit as he spoke, “I don’t owe you shit. And we were never together in the first place. We fucked, that’s it.”
The distaste was clear on her face as she gave me a nasty look. “It’s because of her, isn’t it? You’re choosing her?” Bianca said in a shrill voice, pointing an accusing finger at me.
Here we go again.
Another ‘girlfriend,’ same drama.
Maddox growled low in his throat, the sound so threatening even I winced. “Listen–”
My phone rang, breaking through the tension, and Maddox stopped mid-sentence. I gave him a sheepish look and slid out of the booth, phone to my ear.
I walked away from Maddox and Bianca as they continued arguing with each other.
“Hey, Bea?” I answered the call.
“Lila, shit. We’re in trouble,” she gasped.
“What? What is it? What happened?” I strode out of the club since it was too loud to hear anything Bea was saying over the phone.
Bea was a professional dancer, and my chorographer of the dance club at Harvard. Two years ago, I joined the club as a hobby and soon realized that I enjoyed dancing. It was therapeutic.
I wasn’t the best dancer, but I also wasn’t too bad. In between my studying and waitressing part-time, I needed something to do to relax and just unwind. Dancing seemed to do that for me.
“Owen is hurt. He broke his leg from a biking accident. He. Can’t. Dance,” Bea said, out of breath. I could feel her freaking out through the phone.
“Owen is hurt?” I asked, because I couldn’t believe what I just heard. “How bad is it?”
“He’s okay. He’s home, and he just called me. Owen isn’t in a lot of pain, but it’s bad enough he won’t be able to dance for the next three months. Oh God.”
Oh shit.
That didn’t sound good.
A month ago, our club partnered up with a non-profit organization that put on charity events for people with disabilities. This year, the fundraising event was for blind people.
Our small group of dancers