Dance for Me

Chapter Nine

Next couple days has been filled with rehearsal and hanging out with my roommates. George and I have gotten to known each other well. Max has been able to call me from time to time and I been googling the s**t out of everything in the contract.

It was a nice day so I asked George if we could walk. 

Max should be coming home tonight which we decided to spend the day tomorrow since I don’t have rehearsals.

I walked towards a café as George followed behind me. 

I lifted my eyebrow when a woman stood in front of me and George swore under his breath. “Shit.”

She looked down at me. 

She was taller than I was about an inch, spray on tan with bleach blonde hair and brown eyes. She was thin with no muscle mass. “You are just little girl.” I looked up at her, “Do I know you?” She shook her head, “No, but you know someone we are both fucking.” 

My eyes went wide as I whispered, “Max.”

 She laughed, “He didn’t tell you about me, but he told me about you.”

I turned my head as I noticed that George is texting on his phone as she smirked at me, “So tell me, how do I taste when you suck on his c**k?” 

I went to walk pass when she grabbed my arms, “Consider this a warning. He is mine. He always was. He will go f**k these little girls then come back to his woman.”

I pulled my arm away as I growled, “Then you must think very little of yourself if you are okay with ‘your man’ to be f*****g other woman.” She let go as I paced down the street when she growl, “He be back.”

I ran up the stairs to my apartment. George tried to explain to me who she was while I shook my head the whole time.

Once I was in the apartment, no one was home.

Thank god.

I ran into my room as I broke down in tears. I looked at phone.

No calls

No texts

I know George must have called him and told him about my little interactions with his ex-wife according to George.  

I laid on my bed in tears. 

How could he not tell me he was still f*****g his ex – wife? 

After a couple minutes I drifted off.

I woke up to a knock on my door. I quickly took a look at my phone. 

Still nothing.

I got up and answered my door as Trish and Donna stood at my door. “We heard you had a tough day.” Donna said as I rolled my eyes. Trish placed her arms around me as I cried, “Why, don’t we go out. f**k him.” I chuckled a little as I nodded. Donna winked, “I even get you a drink or two.” I nodded as I whipped the tears away.

Later that evening, we was at the club as I sat at a table. Donna slipped me her drinks as I down them when Trish lifted her eyebrow, “Take an easy there.” I snorted, “I don’t have rehearsals tomorrow, I am good.” Donna laughed as Adam and Sammy showed.

Sammy decided not to go as Samantha tonight because he didn’t want to the attention on him. He got a few groupies that would bug us if he went all drag on us.

I looked at the dance floor as I smirked, “I wanna dance.” They all smiled at me as we got up from the table.

The drinks started to hit me. It was the first time I ever drank. 

I stubbled to the bathroom when I looked at my phone.

Still nothing.

I decided to call him.

“Sabrina?” He said in a low sexy voice that made my juices to flow.

I teared up, “You never told me.”

I shouldn't be doing this. 

Fuck.

He sighed, “Where are you?”

I snorted, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Of course he does. Why? Would he been asking. i***t. 

He growled, “Yes, I would. You are mine.”

I snarled at him, “I haven’t sign yet. So, I am not yours.”

The truth was I did sign. Yesterday. I was going to surprise him tomorrow but now I am thinking about ripping it up.

He sighed, “Signed or not. Right now, you are mine, Sabrina.”

I held on to the wall as I felt dizzy, “According to your ex – wife, you are hers.”

He cleared his throat, “Sabrina, have you been drinking?”

I chuckled, “None of your business. Are you still f*****g her?”

He roared, “No. I stopped the day we met.”

I looked up at the ceiling, “I don’t believe you.”

He sighed, “Please tell me where you are?”

I snapped, “No, and you know what? I hope you and your ex – wife have a grand time tonight.”

I hung up on him as I went back to dancing. 

My world started to spin when I felt hands on me. 

I looked up thinking it was Max, but it wasn’t. 

I went pale. It is the man from the first night I met Max.

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She hung up on me.

Fuck.

Lily.

I called Lily while I grabbed my keys. I knew where Sabrina was. I knew about the interactions. I didn’t think Sabrina was going to act like this. I needed to make sure I fix this.

I need her.

Sabrina.

“Well…. Well…… She didn’t last.” She chuckled. I growled at her, “You went to see her.” She snorted,” I was out for a walk when I bumped in her.” My fingers gripped on the steering well as I sped down to the club, “I told you to stay away from her.”

She laughed, “I know she no threat. Max. Come home.” I shook my head, “You are not my home. You haven’t been since I left you six years ago.” She sighed, “You know that is not true.” I took a deep breath when I pulled up to the club, “Stay away from her, Lily. She is mine.” 

I could hear the hurt in her voice, “What does she have that I don’t?”

My anger was taking over me when I snapped at her, “She never cheated on me like you did. She didn’t tear my heart apart. Stay the f**k away from her.”

I hung up with her as I walked into the club when I noticed her right away. She looked dazed. I stormed towards her as I notice the man from couple nights ago trying to get her to go with him.

Donna held Sabrina’s arm as the man started to get frustrated with her. I stormed towards him, “I though I told you to leave my girlfriend alone.” My fist went to his face. He stumbled back as Donna gasped.

I pulled Sabrina into me as she couldn’t stand straight. She looked up at me, “What are you doing here?”

I pulled her towards the door as she yelled at me, “What the f**k?” I stopped storming her out when I turned to her, “I will carry you out of here if I need to.” She looked at me with tears in her eyes, “You wouldn’t dare.” I grunted when I lifted her over my shoulders as I walked out of the club. Her hands went to my back as she yelled at me, “Put me down.”

I growled, “No. You are drunk and upset.” She snorted, “Of course I am upset. You are f*****g your wife.” I placed her on her feet when we got to the car when George opened the door. I pulled her into me as my hand went to her hair, “I am not f*****g her, and she is my ex. I don’t want her. I never wanted her for the past six years.”

She sighed, “But you was f*****g her.” I clenched my jaw, “I was until I met you. I stopped it and she is pissed that I ended it. I was just using her like she used me.” She took a step back, “What do you mean?”

My hand went to her hair, “Sabrina, please get into the car and when you sober up. I will explain it all to you.”