Chapter Thirty-Five
Max
What.
The.
Ever loving fuck.
Have I just witnessed?
Now, I knew something was going on. But this? This was the last thing I ever expected. It all makes so much sense. Her being scared to tell me. Keeping everything a secret. All the extra training she did in the studio. All of it.
And I am absolutely fucking raging.
Yet, how can I be? When she looks that fucking phenomenal up there. Even a blind man could sense how much she loved it. How much everyone in the whole establishment loved it. Literally minutes before she went on, it was your standard rowdy strip club, but the minute my girl came on the stage, you couldn’t hear a sound. I was so in awe of her, I’m pretty sure I had drool dripping down my chin.
I may be pissed, but I’m also majorly turned on.
Storming through the bar, I make a beeline for the door that says staff only across the top. I’m one step away when a hand grabs me on the shoulder, stopping me from going any further. My body tenses as I turn slowly, looking back at the fucker who dares to get in my way.
“The toilets are the other way.” He says cockily, as I lay eyes on him.
The crick in my neck starts to play up as anger takes over. It’s him, fucking big bollocks from Lucy's Instagram. The cheeky bastard has the audacity to touch me.
“Do yourself a favour and remove your hand,” I say flatly, as his hand drops to his side.
“In my club, I will do whatever the fuck I want. I suggest you get the hell away from that door before I do it for you.” He growls back.
I laugh in his face and shake my head, to which his brows drop in confusion. Yeah, buddy, I know I’m a little unhinged.
“That was funny,” I say, pointing at him as I laugh some more. “You clearly don’t know who I am, but I will enlighten you. I have more money than you could ever dream of,Riley. This includes a team of people who could sink every business you own. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, move out of my fucking way whilst I go and check on my girl.” I snarl.
A flicker of hesitation crosses his face before his impassive mask is back.
“I don’t know who you are, or how the hell you know who I am. But there isn’t any way you’re going back there.” He crosses his arms and steps to block my path.
Wrong move, Goliath.
I swing before he has a chance to blink, hitting him straight in the jaw. Exactly where I planned, then swing again before he even comes to terms with what just happened. Staggering back, he clutches the side of his face that is already starting to swell and throws a dig back at me. I laugh again, and I know I look like a fucking lunatic, but I can’t help myself. I just love to piss people off.
I wipe the blood from my busted lip with the back of my hand as I stalk towards him. In his defence, he doesn’t backdown, but he does nod to what I’m assuming is security staff somewhere.
“Max?” Lucy calls from the now open door. “What are you…”
I turn to look at my gorgeous little fairy. She now has a little slip dress on top of the underwear she was wearing on stage. As well as… are they monkey slippers? Either way, she still looks absolutely delicious.
She smiles at seeing me, but that smile only lasts half a second before horror takes over.
“What the hell, baby? What happened? Are you okay?” She rushes to me, checking my face for more wounds.
Fuck, the hard-on is coming back at hearing her say that. She’s never called me a nickname before, and I like it.
“Is he okay? Are you joking! This psychopath just attacked me for not letting him through to the back.” Riley barks from beside me.
Lucy's head whips to the side, taking in his injured face. She moved that fast; I think she might have given herself whiplash.
“What the hell is going on?” She asks me, her mouth wide open as her head bounces between the two of us.
