“Thanks, Nash,” I said, quietly, “That means a lot to me.”

He winked at me, “Of course, if you ever get sick of J not sharin’ his dick with you, I can take care of that too.”  And he was back to his cocky self.

I smacked his ass as he walked away which really only encouraged him, and I rolled my eyes again as he looked back at me to blow me an air kiss.  Laughing, he finally left the room and I was still smiling like an idiot ten minutes later when Scott and J found me.

They stormed into the club bar where I was sitting, yelling at each other, not realising that I was in there.

“I don’t give a fuck what you or Marcus say about it.  This time I am not leaving loose ends, Scott.  This time I am going to do what I should have done last fucking time,” J roared, eyes blazing, body tense.  He even scared me a little when he was like this.

“No!  You need to calm the fuck down and get your head straight, brother.  You do this, and there’s no telling where this shit will end.  That chick has connections, and you piss those connections off, you could be bringing hurt to the club, the likes we haven’t ever seen,” Scott yelled back, trying to talk some sense into him, but I could see that J was focused on his own agenda.

“Fuck her, and fuck her connections!  Madison needs -” and at that point, J saw me, and stopped dead in his tracks.  He took a moment and then started yelling at me, “What the fuck, Madison?  Why are you here?”

“I was looking for you,” I stood, and walked to him.  Jabbing my finger at his chest, I continued, “God, you can be an asshole sometimes.  You left before I woke up this morning and have not returned any of my calls, and now you speak to me like that,” I shook my head at him, “Not happening, J.  Come and find me when you are ready to apologise.”  We glared at each other while that sunk in, and then I turned and grabbed my bag and headed outside.  I expected him to follow me out, but he didn’t and that pissed me off even more.  Fuck, could this day get any worse?

***

Seven hours later I was thinking that yes, this day could in fact get worse.  I had just left the hairdressers and was walking to the car when I saw J leaning against it.  He hadn’t bothered to call me, and I had stewed on that all fucking afternoon.  As a result, I was in the kind of mood where I could reach out and grab his balls, and yank them the fuck off.  With one fucking hand. While punching him in the face with my other hand.

As I approached, he stayed where he was; shades in place, arms crossed and looking sexy as fuck.  But I wasn’t getting sucked in by that.  I had balls to rip off, so I stalked up to him and snapped, “Seven fucking hours, J!  I thought we were doing it differently this time.”

“I had things to take care of,” he growled, still not moving from where he was.

“Things that were more important than me?” I was possibly being a bit selfish here but fuck it, I needed him to step up and put me first.

He ripped his shades off, his eyes dark and flinty.  “Yeah, babe.  Things that were more important than you, and let’s get this straight, from the get go, I’m not at your fucking beck and call.  That’s not me and you know that, so don’t start trying to change that, cause it ain’t happening.”

“I don’t want you at my beck and call.  I just wanted a damn apology!” I yelled.

“What the fuck for?”

“Seriously?  We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us, J, if you need to ask me that.”  I gestured with my hands for him to move out of the way so that I could get in the car.

He shook his head.  “Passenger side, babe,” he held up a set of keys, “I’m driving.”

I looked around for his bike but couldn’t see it.  Scowling, I muttered, “Oh, fuck me.”  Knowing there was no point arguing with him, I did as he said.

“You didn’t answer me.  What am I supposed to be apologising for?” he asked as he settled into the driver’s seat, eyes focused on me, a hint of anger still there.

“I did answer you.  As far as I’m concerned you need to work that out for yourself.”  Why did men always need things spelled out for them?

“Madison, it would be a lot fucking quicker for you to just tell me.”

“And I’d be a lot fucking happier if I didn’t have to tell you,” I blew out an angry breath, “Just take me home, J.  I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”  I turned away from him and stared out the front of the car, willing him not to say another word because, if he did, I might just reach over and do some damage that both of us would regret.

We sat in a heated silence for awhile until, finally, he started the car and took us home; this day having gone to complete shit.

Chapter 18

Jason

I sat on the couch, mindlessly flicking through channels on the television.  It was nearly midnight, and Madison and I still hadn’t spoken since we arrived home this afternoon.  She had secluded herself in the bedroom as soon as we got home and hadn’t come out since.  It had pissed me off at the time, but in hindsight it was probably the smartest move she could’ve made.  After a long, stressful day that achieved fucking nothing, I had been all out of patience and she had fucking tested me.

Wanting to catch up with Nix’s sister, Mandy, I had headed out early to find her.  I doubted that Marcus and Scott would deal with her once and for all, not wanting to stir up trouble, so it was up to me to make sure she didn’t fuck with Madison.  All day I had chased the bitch with nothing to show for it.  She was gone, and no one seemed to know where she was.  On top of that, I had Scott breathing down my neck and Madison yelling at me for god only knows what.  Fuck, I was beginning to think she would be the death of me.  And yet, all I wanted to do right now was get my dick into her sweet pussy.