Just about mid-stream, which I’m praying isn’t splashing up and getting my favorite stilettos wet, I hear it.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I jerk my head up, trying to push the yellow liquid out of me faster as I spot a cop heading down the alleyway towards us.
God oh god oh god oh god…
"Pee faster!" Ashley whispers.
"I’m trying!" I whisper-yell back. It’s not exactly like it’s fun down here or something.
"What are you doing down here?" the cop demands, huffing, once he stops in front of us. At least I’m not the only one who needs to go to the gym.
"Just going for a midnight stroll, Officer," Lisa says, and from my view from the ground, it looks like they’re doing a dance, but I think they’re just trying to block his view of me, swaying back and forth to keep him from seeing me.
Finally, thank god finally, the stream spurts and sputters to a stop and I stand up, trying to pull up my panties while it not being obvious that I’m pulling up my panties.
While also not falling over into my pile of pee-soaked napkins.
Have I mentioned that this isn’t exactly my finest hour? I do feel better now, so that’s a bonus.
"I smell urine!" the cop says angrily. "You ladies need to move out of the way. I need to inspect that pile behind—"
The loud sound of glass breaking zings through the cold night air, and the cop whirls arou
nd. "What the hell?!" he yells, taking off back down the alleyway, towards his police car parked across the street, its windshield busted in. A guy waves, smiles, blows a kiss, and takes off running. I hear the cop yelling into his walkie-talkie, "Backup, I need backup! Suspect on foot…"
I drape my arms around my besties, propping my head between Lisa and Ashley. "Thanks, you guys. I sure love you guys. You guys are the best."
"Yes, and you are very, very drunk," Ashley says with a laugh. "We need to get you home."
Home. That sounded lovely. We should all go home.
Kaden
I see Mark Anthony head towards me, and I smile grimly. I’m about to get an earful and I’m not sure I’m up for it, but on the other hand, I don’t really have much of a choice, do I? I am the client and I do pay him stupid amounts of money to be my attorney, but he also doesn’t hesitate to tell me when he thinks I’m being a dumbass bastard.
"Kaden, you dumbass bastard, what were you thinking?" he hisses, holding out his hand and shaking mine as if this is a normal meeting. As if he isn’t bailing my ass out of jail. He smiles broadly for the cameras, the reporters all wanting a shot of us greeting each other, and then the police shoo the reporters away, telling them that they have their picture – they can go now.
I know they’ll be waiting for us outside, but at least now I don’t have to pretend to be happy while getting my ass chewed by Mark. My smile instantly drops the second that the door closes behind the reporters, and I sink down onto the bench in the visiting area.
"I was just…bored," I say with a shrug, not meeting Mark’s eyes.
Truth time (which I am absolutely not going to tell Mark this, but I’ll tell you): I’d first seen the girl on the dance floor of the Bungalow 8. She was amazing. She could dance. I loved watching her out on the floor, and had just decided to buy her a drink when they started shutting the place down.
I was one of the last people to leave, and saw her with a group of friends, discussing how hard it was to get an Uber. I was standing off to the side in the shadows, debating whether or not to approach her or just keep showing up at the Bungalow and hope she comes back at some point, when she loudly announces, "I’m gonna cop a squat."
I thought I’d bust a rib, trying to keep my laughter in. I like it when girls say it the way it is, and…well, she was definitely doing that. I stayed in the shadows and watched the whole thing – the futile trip down to the closed Starbucks, back to the club, then down the alleyway, all in search of a place for her to go pee.
I’d just pushed out of the shadows, ready to go home and try to meet up with her another night (because what kind of weird stalker follows a girl down an alleyway and tries to pick up on her while she’s peeing on a pile of napkins?) when a cop car passes by, driving real slow. I’d stopped and melted back into the shadows. A cop was never a good sign. He flipped a U-turn and stopped across the street, and then headed down the same alleyway. He’d spotted the girl, and I knew she was going to get in trouble for urinating in public.
So…I reacted. Was it smart? No. And my lawyer is right to chew my ass about it. But I don’t regret it. Leading the boys in blue on a merry chase for a while was more excitement than I’d had in a long time.
Plus, bonus points – the girl got away. Well, at least they didn’t bring her into the same precinct as me.
I wonder for a moment when she’d show up at the nightclub again. It’s not like I have any other way of tracking her down.
"Bored?!" Mark thunders, jerking me back to the present. "You’re a multi-billionaire. How on god’s green earth are you bored?!"
I shrug again. "Maybe I’m bored because of that."