“Another scotch. Neat,” he tells Jensen with a cocky smile. Then he reaches out and actually palms her ass, like he owns her. “What time you off the clock, babe? Wanna come dance for us?”
“Leave her alone,” I mutter, hating how he’s treating her, how he’s talked about all the women in this club since we got here. I clench my hands into fists and watch with satisfaction as Chad does what I asked, his hand dropping from Jensen as if she’d suddenly turned into a dead body. Now is my time to say something, but how can I? He has no idea I dated this girl, since he’s never seen me with her before. And maybe that’s for the best.
So I say nothing else. I’m mad at myself. I’m still mad at her too. And I feel like shit for talking to her like I just did, for mauling her in the hallway like a crazed pervert.
“Rhett.” Her voice saying my name startles me, and I glance up to find both Chad and Jensen watching me closely. “You’re really going to let your friend talk to me like this?”
Didn’t she hear me tell him to leave her alone? Or is she trying to call me out in front of Chad?
Chad’s eyes practically bug out of his head. “How does she know you, bro? You been keeping secrets or what?”
“I don’t know—” I start, but Jensen cuts me off.
“We’ve fucked a couple of times.” She shrugs those pretty bare shoulders, the light catching on the flecks of gl
itter on her skin, making her sparkle. Like an angel. “No big deal.”
I glower at her. This girl is the complete opposite of an angel, I swear.
Chad starts to laugh, so hard that everyone else sitting at the table focuses their attention on us. “Are you serious right now? You’ve actually fucked this chick, Montgomery? And you never told us? You’ve been holding out.”
“Guess he wanted to keep the good pussy all to himself.” Her smile is brittle as she tosses her dark blonde hair over her shoulder and walks away. I can’t believe she just said that. And if she was trying to humiliate me or make me feel like a fool, then...
Mission accomplished.
This is the longest damn night of my life. The guys won’t stop giving me shit about Jensen. After the truth bomb she dropped, she sent over another cocktail waitress to serve our table drinks, and they start harassing her, jeering and commenting on her curvaceous body, Chad trying to grab this one’s ass too.
But she’s not having it. The tall, platinum blonde gives us all a death stare and literally slaps Chad’s hand away from her butt when he tries to cup it.
“Touch me again and I’ll break your fingers,” she says, punctuating her vicious statement with a sweet smile.
The look Chad sends her when she walks away tells me he might still be a little in lust. I guess he likes them mean.
Jensen never comes back to our table, and I’m thankful. It’s bad enough, all the questions I’m fielding about her the moment she left. Doesn’t help that Chad blabbed to everyone that, Rhett fucked that hot waitress. She said so! Like, literally said so!
His big mouth needs to shut the hell up.
We shut the club down and I wander out into the parking lot with everyone else, the icy cold night air like a harsh slap in the face. But not hard enough to sober me up. I’m drunk and I know it. And I drove my ass here too. Chad’s going home to his brother’s house and everyone else seems to have come in groups with a designated driver at the wheel.
“You want to come back to my place?” Emmett asks, but I can tell that’s the last thing he wants.
“Sabrina’s gonna kill you,” Chad mutters. He sends me a look. “That’s my future sister-in-law.”
“It’s good, guys.” I hold up my hands, like it’s no big deal that they’re all going to abandon me. They aren’t my friends. The majority of these guys I don’t know at all, with the exception of Chad and his brother. I don’t expect them to help me. Hell, most of them are gone already. “I’ll take an Uber.”
“You sure?” Chad asks, looking guilty. He glances over his shoulder at his brother before he steps closer to me. His voice lowers as he says, “It’s just that, his fiancée wasn’t too thrilled about him coming to a strip club tonight. She already bitched about me coming back to their apartment. If we bring you too? She’ll probably freak the hell out.”
No way do I want to deal with another upset female.
“Yeah, no, I’m good. I’ll call Uber right now.” I reach into my front pocket to find it empty. My keys are in my other front pocket, but that’s it. I pat my butt down and realize both of my back pockets are empty too. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Chad frowns.
“I think I forgot my phone inside.” The last thing I want to do is go back into the club and possibly face Jensen. “I gotta get in there before they close down for the night. I’ll see you guys later, okay? Thanks for inviting me Emmett, and I’ll see you tomorrow, Chad,” I call to them before I start jogging toward the front doors of City Lights.
The place is locked, and I tug on the handles, making the glass in the doors rattle. A big, burly guy with a shiny bald head barely cracks open one of the doors, glaring at me through narrowed eyes. “We’re closed for the night, asshole.”
Nice customer service. “I left my phone inside.”