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“Now,” she snapped.
My eyes widened at her tone, and Maddox tensed. “You
don’t get to come here and make demands. I’m not your
boy toy, Bianca.”
She tapped her foot, impatiently. “You owe me a better
explanation for breaking up with me, Maddox.”
Maddox rubbed his eyes and slurred a bit as he spoke, “I
don’t owe you shit. And we were never together in the first
place. We fucked, that’s it.”
The distaste was clear on her face as she gave me a
nasty look. “It’s because of her, isn’t it? You’re choosing
her?” Bianca said in a shrill voice, pointing an accusing
finger at me.
Here we go again.
Another ‘girlfriend,’ same drama.
Maddox growled low in his throat, the sound so
threatening even I winced. “Listen–”
My phone rang, breaking through the tension, and
Maddox stopped mid-sentence. I gave him a sheepish look
and slid out of the booth, phone to my ear.
I walked away from Maddox and Bianca as they
continued arguing with each other.
“Hey, Bea?” I answered the call.
“Lila, shit. We’re in trouble,” she gasped.
“What? What is it? What happened?” I strode out of the
club since it was too loud to hear anything Bea was saying
over the phone.
Bea was a professional dancer, and my chorographer of
the dance club at Harvard. Two years ago, I joined the club
as a hobby and soon realized that I enjoyed dancing. It was
therapeutic.
I wasn’t the best dancer, but I also wasn’t too bad. In
between my studying and waitressing part-time, I needed
something to do to relax and just unwind. Dancing seemed
to do that for me.