She was well convinced of her suspicions when she reached the top of the stairs and saw that obsidian black hair sitting in someone else’s lap.What the hell are they doing!Whatever it was, Natsuko was having the time of her life! Why else would she throw her head back like that!
Alicia was stunned. Really? Right out in public like that? She totally expected to see anything. Including sex. Actually seeing her wife with the mistress in her lap? Rich!
Before Susan could pull Alicia away from the VIP area, the blighted Mrs. Moreau marched forward, ready to snatch that hair and yank the traitorous Natsuko off Danica’s lap.
“Holy…!”
Time stopped. Alicia had a chunk of that hair in her hand and looked down into Natsuko’s mortified face.
That was not, however, Danica’s lap that she rubbed herself all over.
“What the fuck!” A man Alicia had never seen before shoved Natsuko off his lap and hurried to cover his business.
“Oh, no…” Susan kept her distance now, one hand slapped to her forehead. Dee was halfway up the stairs and looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there.
“She’s in the main office!” Dee shouted over the music. “You done embarrassin’ that poor woman yet?”
Alicia turned, humiliation crashing over her as she realized what she had done. Natsuko clamped her legs together and stuffed her breasts back into her dress. The man was still reeling from having his fun time interrupted.
“Who the fuck are you?”
The man looked at Alicia as if she were certified nuts.
“That’s my boyfriend!” Natsuko yelled. “What the hell is your problem?”
I’ve lost my mind. That’s my problem.
“Sorry,” Alicia muttered, shamefully barreling toward the staircase. “Give them everything for free,” she spat at Susan before going down the stairs. Dee held herself to the wall so Alicia could go by.
Alicia’s less-than-enthusiastic walk in the back hallways was marred by disbelief in herself.I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I thought…No, she was angry, wasn’t she? What did she want more than to ram her fist into her wife’s face for letting her believe something so fucked up?
She didn’t bother knocking on the manager’s office door. Alicia opened it with the last of the strength she had.
Sid looked up from his desk. Before him, Danica kicked one leg off the other and looked at her wife as if she were a ghost.
“Alicia?” Still wearing every piece of her pantsuit and looking perfectly relaxed before Alicia walked into the room, Danica was as confused as her wife was upset. That’s when she caught the looks on Susan and Dee’s faces. How could she not know that something was terribly wrong after that? “What’s going on?”
“Sid,” Alicia said through clenched teeth. “Could you give us a moment?” She didn’t care if this was the office. She was the owner, and she could kick him out if she wanted.
Sid stood from his desk. “I need to make my rounds anyway,” he said with his gravelly voice. “Text me when you would like to continue our conversation.” That was directed to Danica. To Alicia? He gave a wary look that suggested she had majorly overstepped her bounds, owner or not.
“What the hell is it?” While Danica was certainly not impressed with this entrance, she did not turn away from her wife. If anything, she left one arm wide open for her to dive into an embrace if she wanted.I don’t want to. Not right now.“Is everything all right?”
Alicia couldn’t look at her. Embarrassment? Shame? She shut the door in Dee’s face. Sid’s office was better lit than most of the club, but it was still fairly dark in there – her wife looked like an imposing shadow in the corner of her eye.
“You never answered my texts.”
Danica held out her hands as if to say,“Really? That’s it? That’s the issue? I didn’t answer your texts?”She didn’t say anything, though. Her visage commanded Alicia to keep explaining.
“I texted you a hundred times asking where you were. What was I supposed to think, Danica?” No, no, she didn’t want to cry. She didn’t even know why she was crying. Was it because she was embarrassed? Because she remembered the terror she experienced, thinking her wife was blatantly cheating on her? “After I saw the pictures your father…”
“What pictures?” Danica advanced, her scent smacking her wife right in the face. “What about my father?”
With a shaky hand, Alicia pulled out her big phone and brought up the pictures she snapped in her office while waiting to hear back from her. Danica snatched the phone from her.
“Jesus Christ,” she cursed. “Who gave you these pictures? My father?”
Alicia was too humiliated to immediately respond. “Yes. A while ago, but I didn’t look at them until today.”
