"It's okay. Can we go somewhere quiet, please?" We need to talk.
"Sure, let me get my coat." He grabs my hand, and we make our way to the coatroom.
The hallway is packed full of people. Then wouldn't you know, my eyes meet the woman from the bathroom. She walks up with an agenda, revenge written all over her face.
"Judson, it's so nice to see you! It's been a while,obviously."
She looks me up and down, sizing me up, and I can't help but notice the look of disgust on her face. What is this woman's issue? She practically bombarded me with questions in the bathroom about my fake husband. I couldn't help but get defensive. I don't know if she believes she has a claim on Judson or what. I pull Judson closer to me, and I can feel my whole body tense up like I'm about ready to take my earrings out and kick her ass.
"Don't you have someone's dad to please, Melissa?" Judson slings words back at her, and I can't help but smile. Lord have mercy; he has no filter. She rolls her eyes, brushing my shoulder as she passes.
"What was all that about?" I ask him, still laughing.
"That was Melissa. She used to be my neighbor growing up, we had a fling in high school, and she ended up sleeping with my dad. Long story." He pushes the door open, and the night air is a little chilly. He pulls the door open on the car.
I wait until he rounds the car and settles into the driver's seat before exploding.
"That was your party, Judson! Why didn't you warn me or something." I'm almost shouting.
"I didn't want you to know. There are always girls that know. They think I have money, and then they are trying to pull me into the bathroom and get naked. I didn't want you to know because I knew you wouldn't care." He looks down at the steering wheel and starts the engine.
"I don't care how much money you have or don't have, Judson. I don't know why you didn't tell me you were some hotshot business guy or about your mom."
"You were going through some stuff. I didn't want to throw any more on you. I'm sorry. I should've told you it was my event." He looks defeated.
"I'm not mad. I'm not. I'm sorry. It's not my business." I apologize. I can tell he has been used and abused, and there is a reason he's so closed off.
He pulls the car over on the side of the road.
"Blakely. I'm so sorry. I don't do this. I just saw you that day, and I had to be around you. I don't know why. I just have this crazy feeling that I need to be near you." He grabs my hand. I practically jump over the center console and straddle his lap. I pull his mouth to mine.
"I want to be near you too." My breath mixes with his.
He pulls back to look at me.
"I wanna show you something." He kisses my forehead. I make my way back over to my seat, trying not to show everything under my dress. We drive for about an hour, and the car slowly comes to a stop.
Where the hell are we? It's so dark I have no clue where we are. The dim lights look like they are overlooking a boardwalk.
"Is this where you murder me?" I laugh.
"Not yet," He chuckles, "We are at the docks. How do you feel about a boat ride home?" He pops the trunk, and I open my door. He pulls a black backpack out and grabs my hand, leading me out on the dock. I swear it is creepy out here. He stops at a rather large boat and helps me in. He leads me into the cabin and slings his backpack on the bed.
"Told you I could create more time." He snickers.
"Is this your boat?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah, one of a few. I have boat obsession." He smiles. "Some guys like cars. I like boats."
He pulls his phone and wallet out of his pockets and flings them on the table. I kick off my heels and curl into one of the chairs.
"How are you gonna get your car back to Wilmington?" I ask. He is just leaving it here. What if someone messes with it or steals it?
"I'll have someone come get it and drive it back. You don't need to worry about it." He takes a bottle of wine out of the cabinet and pours me a glass.
"Wine for the lady, scotch for me." He winks.
"So, are you going to start the boat captain?" I joke.