“Yeah, but I figured you had changed your mind since you didn’t say anything about it when we got off the plane.”
“Hell no! I was just focused on getting home so I could shower and get cute. I can’t be going over there looking busted and disgusted. When I show up, he needs to be reminded that any bitch that ain’t me shouldn’t be in his face.”
I shook my head. “This is ridiculous, you know that, right?”
“Mmhmm, just get ready. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” she said. “I just checked his cameras. They’re knocked the fuck out. Neither of them is going anywhere anytime soon.”
I sighed. “Okay.”
“Oh, and the dress code is all black, hair in a ponytail, and wear a baseball cap.”
I paused, waiting for her to laugh. But she never did. My girl was dead ass serious. And because she was my best friend, I was already mentally putting on the outfit. Did I want to go? Hell no. But if I wasn’t there to keep her in check, I knew she would end up in jail, and I couldn’t let that happen.
“Alright, girl, I’ll be ready when you get here.”
“Great. I’ll see you in a few.”
“Yeah.” I ended the call, letting out a loud groan as I shoved the box of cereal back in the pantry. “I just can’t win.”
I turned to head upstairs, but the sound of a key turning in the front door stopped me in my tracks.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This was the last thing I needed right now.
As soon as the door swung open, I saw Eli standing in the doorway like a work of art. His muscular build and smooth, dark skin drawing me in like it always did. But the calm I usually saw on his face was absent, replaced by a frustration that made his presence feel heavier.
“Oh, so youarehome?” he snapped.
“Yeah, I just made it in.”
“And you didn’t think to call me? Or better yet, answer the damn phone.”
I frowned. “Didn’t you just hear what I said? I haven’t been here that long.”
“I did. But that doesn’t change the fact?—”
“Look, if your shitty attitude is because of the video?—”
“You’re damn right it’s because of the video? What the fuck, Nyx? Is there something you need to tell me?”
“No, there isn’t.”
“You sure about that?” He held up his phone, the screen displaying me rotating my hips on Shade’s lap.
I could feel the heat coming from his device...or was it from between my legs?
I clenched my thighs together and kept my gaze on Eli. “That was me doing my job,” I spat.
“Doing your job? I don’t see a stage anywhere. I see a dance floor in the middle of a nightclub.”
I shrugged. “Okay? And? It was the last night of a damn good show. The fans were still locked in, and I wanted to make sure they had a memorable experience.”
“And you thought fucking another man on the dance floor was the way to do that?”
I tried not to laugh. “Calm down. It was just an act, and apparently I did a damn good job if you believed it.” I smiled before sarcastically replying, “You know, that’s kind of a compliment coming from you. Youarethe acting genius and all.”
“Don’t play with me, Nyx. That shit wasn’t cool. Do you know how that makes me look?”
