Madison screamed inside her head, what the fuck? “Enzo. I think you might be confused, but I wasn’t apologizing for what happened between Dante and me. I’m not interested in dating you even if, as you were so gracious to put it, you were willing to ‘take me back.’ You never had me, and I’m not looking for a relationship with you besides what we have at the club.”
“Dante will never date you.” He got in her face.
“And that’s fine. I’m not looking for that.” Even though now in her heart she was. Which was strange as before Dante it wasn’t something she had considered. “I think this conversation is over, and I would appreciate it if you don’t bring it up again.”
She gripped the door handle. “Like I said I’m getting ready to leave. I guess I’ll see you around the club, and please don’t come to my place again.” She moved back and closed the door in his face. There was nothing else for her to say, and she didn’t want to hear anything else that came out of his mouth.
Enzo stopped the door from being closed and pushed his way inside her place.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Madison backed up into her place.
“Dante shares his girls after he is done with them, so it’s my turn.” He grabbed her and tried to kiss her.
Madison slapped him across the face, but that didn’t stop him, and he reached for her shirt, so she kneed him in the groin and shoved him out the door and locked it.
She hoped he took the hint and left, and she would prefer if he stayed away from her at the club as well. She hoped from now on he would keep his distance. Madison’s phone dinged. A text from Sabrina.
—Sorry I’m running late. Be there in five—
—No worries. See you then—
Madison sat down to process what Enzo had said. Dante and the others used to share girls. Maybe still did, if what Enzo said was to be believable. And she didn’t think he was as trustworthy as she had first presumed. She didn’t care if Dante was done with her. She ignored the stab in her heart. She wouldn’t be passed around.
Madison’s doorbell rang twenty minutes later.
“Sorry, I got caught up in my design.”
“No problem.” Madison ran her hands up and down her arms. She was cold and shaky. “I, uh, understand. How is it going?”
“Good. Are you ok?”
“Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” Madison shook herself and tried to block out what happened with Enzo. It wasn’t something she wanted to share with Sabrina.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Uh, yeah. Let me grab my stuff and lock up.”
Madison caught Sabrina looking at her sketches.
“Is that your design for fashion week?”
“Nope. Just some ideas I had.”
“They look nice.”
“Thanks. I’m ready.”
Sabrina walked out in front of her and she grabbed her bags.
“Whoa, you have a lot of stuff.”
Madison looked down. “I don’t think so, it’s my usual stuff. I just have an extra bag of clothes.”
“Oh, to drop off for Henry. How is he?”
She didn’t know why she assumed the clothes were for Henry, and she wasn’t going to tell her what they were for. “He’s good. Doing much better.” She locked the door behind her and followed Sabrina to her car.
“Thanks for being able to pick me up. We haven’t had much time to talk.”
