Just the thought of him caused me to cringe. He would have flipped his shit if he’d known where I was. After everything I went through after I walked away from Melody, the fact that I was in the club just proved that I wasn’t in my right state of mind.
Fortunately, Mack wasn’t there to beat the booze out of my system…
Just a glimpse.
I scanned the crowd, searching the faces. And there she was, sitting at the end of the bar talking to a blonde woman.
I didn’t bother to move any further into the club, I was okay to stand and watch by the entrance. To lurk from a distance. Distance was best.
She looked exactly the same as the last time I’d seen her. Her long jet black hair swished as she pushed it over her shoulder. She moved with such ease and grace, like she always had.
She was gorgeous.
The knife wound in my heart had long ago healed. But the longer I stared, the more I could feel those wounds burning. A reminder of the pain she caused me… of the love I lost that day.
The blonde stepped away with a giddiness to her step. I ignored her, she wasn’t my focus.
Mel watched as her friend left, heading right to the exit. With quick realisation, I ducked out of the way, pressing myself even further into the shadows.
I should’ve left then. But I didn’t.
Moving to a table that was partly hidden by the lighting, I sunk into a seat and continued watching her. Stalking her with my eyes.
Why was I there? I couldn’t think of a valid reason. I knew that I needed to get out of there. This was her territory; I shouldn’t have been anywhere near it in the first place. I sat for minutes just analysing her, everything about her. She disappeared through a doorway and I took that as my chance to case the joint.
I’d only been there once before, but from what I could remember, the club was completely different. It’d obviously been redecorated, it was classier. Less seedy, nicer chairs, neon lights and a whole new layout.
I liked it.
No wonder the guys loved coming here.
A neon sign ofWith the Melodyhung against the black brick wall. Proudly hung where you couldn’t miss it, behind the bar. The sign only made more questions flare up in my mind.
Was this her club? Did she own it? If she did, how?
Or the less popular theory that came to mind - was she somehow intertwined with the owner?
Ugh. I hated that thought. But it had been six years, of course she’d moved on. It was impossible of me to even think that someone worthy hadn’t come along and snatched her up by now. Forgetting the fact that she’d lied to my face for months, she was the girl that got away.
Melody was the one that all guys dreamed about bringing home to meet the family on holidays. The girl next door type with a wicked sense of humor, mesmerising blue eyes, and killer curves.
I didn’t know why I was there or what I had expected to happen, but the reconfirmation that I indeed had no chance at talking to her, let alone anything else, was all it took for me to stand from my seat. I walked away without a backwards glance.
My brow furrowed as I felt eyes on me. I looked up and searched the crowd, scanning over my staff. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
It could’ve been my mind playing tricks, but this wasn’t the first time that I’d had the feeling. The first time it happened was a week ago.
It was probably nothing…
But that didn’t stop the cold shiver that ran down my spine at the thought of the possibility that it wasn’t nothing.
At that very thought, I took a minute to gather my paperwork and phone before disappearing into the back and down the hidden corridor to my office. I hadn’t been needed on the floor, I just preferred being around people. To squelch my feelings, I hid in my office for the next couple of hours.
By the time I resurfaced, I had my jacket in my hand and my purse on my shoulder, ready to make my way home.
I couldn’t wait to see my babies…
A single sight caught that thought in a vice-like grip. No, it couldn’t have been.
