“Let me take you to dinner tomorrow? Then we can find out all about each other.”
Hell to the fucking yes. My body seems to know him already, I just need my mind to follow.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I say calmly, even though I feel anything but calm. My insides are ready to explode.
“I’ll get your number off Fallon,” He states. Theway he speaks in such a matter-of-fact way, turns me on even more.
We dance for a while longer before our friends join us again, Jenson and Blair suspiciously missing. I lift an eyebrow at the girls, not even needing to explain my thoughts before Fallon states, “They’ve gone for a quicky.”
We all collectively laugh at that.
“How do you know?” I ask, still laughing away.
“They were eye fucking for that long, it doesn’t take a genius to guess what they’re up to,” She says as she rolls her eyes.
We spend the rest of the night as a group, laughing, drinking and chatting. The boys are hilarious together. Max acts like a teen stuck in an adult’s body, resembling an excitable puppy.
Me and Gracie are the last ones standing on the dance floor, even though we both keep complaining about how much our feet hurt. The others have headed to the bar for one last drink and I’m thinking of calling it a night myself when a body slams into me from the side, sending me stumbling forwards into Gracie and dropping my bag.
What the hell?
Scrambling to right myself, I turn around to see who could have done it, but there’s no one looking in our direction. I bend down to pick up my bag and notice there’s a piece of paper lying next to it covered in large, scribbled letters.
Stay the fuck away from him.
You’re mine.
My blood turns to ice, freezing me into place. Is this meant for me? Who would leave me something like this?
Then it hits me.
Jake.
Gracie drops down next to me on the sticky dance floor, about to speak before I hold the note up for her to see. The colour drains from her face, her eyes watering as they bounce between mine and the note. She snatches it and my bag before hauling me across the room to the others.
“We need to leave, now!” she orders.
I’m still frozen, stuck in a daze.
“Why? What’s happened?” Tommy growls. The muscles in his jaw clenching as he attempts to control his anger.
“Someone has just knocked into Maya and left this behind,” She hands the note over to Tommy, the others looking over his shoulder to see. If it wasn’t such a bad situation, I’d laugh at the position they’re all in.
“I’ll go and check the cameras now. You take her home and call the police on the way. They might need that as evidence,” Jenson barks out the orders, a complete contrast to the happy flirt I had seen earlier. “Stick together.”
Tommy nods, taking my hand and pulling me to the exit.
“We’re all going back to my place tonight,” Heissues out like we have no other option.
“Wait, no. I’m not being intimidated out of my own home. I won’t let him take anymore from me,” I say, tears threatening to spill over my eyelids.
“Please, just for tonight. We’re all drunk, and if he is out there my place has better protection. Also, I have enough room for all of us, we’ll stick together.” How can I say no to that? He’s got a point, because up until I had seen the note, I could barely stand straight. It’s funny how it only takes one bad thing to happen and you instantly feel sober.
“He’s right Maymay, I’m not risking losing you again,” Fallon’s voice shakes as she speaks.
“Okay, let’s just get out of here.”
Tommy still has my hand in his as he guides me to towards the empty taxi rank. Luckily, it’s still quiet so we manage to get two and all head off to his apartment. It doesn’t take long to get there, it would have been quicker to walk but I wasn’t about to argue. My feet are killing me.
