Unknown: Where are you?
Me: Who is this?
Laying my cell down, I focus back on Willow, finally getting round to telling her about my involvement with planning the event. But my damn cell just keeps buzzing.
“What the fuck?” I growl, snatching it off the table.
Unknown: Malakai. Where are you?
Unknown: Answer me, kitten.
Unknown: Olivia.
“Jesus Christ,” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
I quickly save the number, and reply.
Me: Go away.
Future ex-husband: I can find you, kitten. I would just prefer you to let me know where you are.
Me: So, you can come fuck up my night?
Future ex-husband: No, so I know you’re safe.
Rolling my eyes, I show the texts to Willow. “That’s some weird foreplay, but alright, whatever floats your boat.”
“It is not foreplay,” I shove her playfully.
Me: We’re at Sinners. Happy now?
I wait for a reply, but it never comes. I can see he’s read the message, but I get no response. I guess just knowing satisfies him enough to leave me alone.
I wonder idly if he’d found my last little gift for him. I’m sure I’ll find out later if he had.
“Do you want to dance?” I call over the music.
“Is that even a question you need to ask?” Willowdowns her drink and grabs my hand, yanking me up from the booth and shoves us into the crowd, pushing people out the way until she finds the perfect spot. It’s busy tonight considering it’s a weekday and it had been a while since Willow, and I have done this.
After my father died, I didn’t do much of anything.
My skin becomes slick with perspiration as we move to the music, my grin broad, body relaxed until I feel hands slip around my waist.
My eyes widen and I lurch forward, but they hold on tight, yanking me back. Panicked, I search for Willow, but she’s gone.
Shit.
Attempting to snatch out of their hold but failing, I choose to spin instead, my hands going for the chest, “I’m married, dickhead!” I yell.
Malakai grins down at me, “You have no idea how good it sounds to hear you say that, kitten”
My mouth drops open, “You’re here.”
His eyes dip down me, heating as they take in the dress, “I never got to see the dress before you left.”
My eyes narrow, “So you came here?”
He nods, hands sliding around my waist to press into my spine, bringing me flush with his body. I choose to ignore the flash of heat it brings, how my heart picks up and my core begins to ache.
