Officer Devon reaches down, grabs my arm, pulls me up, and ushers me out of the IHOP. “Let’s go.”
“Look, what if I pay you to make this go away?” I ask and instantly regret the words.
Goddamn, that was stupid.
What the fuck was I thinking?
He shoves me through the door with the other cop and Madeline following behind me.
“Now you’re bribing an officer of the law as well as solicitation? You’redefinitelynot making that wedding now, bright spark,” he states, leading me to his cruiser and opening the back door.
I can’t believe how monumentally fucked up this all is. This is far,far, worse than Jaci! I thought Madeline—or Maddison, or whatever the fuck her name is—was freaking perfect.
No, of course not!
She’s a fucking hooker!
Fuck me!
I have literally the worst luck with women.
“Wrists out,” Officer Devon demands.
“What, why?”
“So I can cuff you.”
“But you said you wouldn’t if I came quietly.”
“Yes, and you did, but now you’re both getting into the back of the cruiser. I can’t have you getting all frisky together, can I?”
“You’re kidding, right?” I blurt out.
He raises a brow as if to say,‘Does it look like I’m kidding?’So I simply put out my wrists for him to place the cuffs on without a fight.
This is happening.
Whether I like it or not.
So I may as well accept my fate.
He then pushes me to slide into the back of the cop car.
Well, it’s official, I can now call myself a fully-fledged rock star. The sensible member of Recoil has finally been arrested. Shit’s going to hit the proverbial fan when this crap gets out.
I slide in to see Madeline already seated in the car, hands in her lap with the cuffs on like she’s done this multiple times before. Which according to Officer Devon, she has three times this fucking month. So pretty much once a week.
Fucking hell! Literally, I’m in fucking hell.
The door shuts next to me, and I glance at Madeline, who’s looking down at her lap. Tears are streaming down her face, and I can’t help but feel angry. I felt a connection with her, and it was all fake. Did she know who I was all along, and was she using me to further her dancing career? Was this all a game to her?
“What’s your real name?” I ask, and she turns to face me as the car takes off toward the station.
“It’s Madeline. Maddison is the fake name I give to my clients. I was only ever real with you, Matt.”
I roll my eyes. “Did you know who I was from the start?”
She shakes her head. “No, of course not. I only realized who Recoil is last night when I googled you.”
