It only takes one tick of a second…
That same adrenaline that I said will turn sour on me? Well, it has now turned into a fit of utter flaming rage as I watch the man that claims that he loves me with another woman on his lap.
Now the question is… What do I do about it?
So I look at Savanah next to me as she only drops her head, "Sav, what must I do? I feel like going over there and ripping is goddamn dick off and stick it where she probably had it a few hours ago."
"Lexi, I think we should just go home. You guys can talk this out later."
Well, that is not going to happen; I was merely asking for an opinion and not advice. So I move further into the crowd to make sure that I blend in.
Savanah only but shakes her head as she heads off to the bar to get drinks. How I would love to toss that drink, in fact, I want to toss my fist in the tramp's face, but I promised myself that I am not going to lose control. See, I always knew from the start that this would happen when I came here tonight.
And what else I knew was about to happen…
It is with slow, agonizing steps that I watch Lucas link that skillful fingers that were only but hours where I can still feel him; he is taking her by the hand and pulling her fucking drunk ass towards his office.
Is that the only way that he gets laid these days?
Oh no, wait! Don't forget about a helpless woman called Lexi!
But why do I care? I want him to fall in love with me so that I can break his cheating ass, though this, this fucking hurts. It takes me back to that night.
Fuck this!
As Savanah comes towards me, she sees the determination in my eyes, and she knows, yet she tries, "Lexi, don't do it. You know this is only going to turn out bad."
"Sav, the fucking asshole has just taken the bitch to his office. I mean, how many fucking blowjobs do you want in one night?"
"Lexi, please," Savanah pleads with me as she desperately tries to hold onto my hand. But I am far too quick and way too determined to set Lucas straight. So, I push past her and make the fastest descent towards the steps that lead to the private lounge.
And as I get to the bottom, I see the bouncer give me one rather worried look. I watch as he briefly glances up to where Lucas is supposed to sit, but the moment he sees that he is not there, he stands firmly in front of me, "Sorry, I cannot let you in."
I only grunt at him ass I hiss at the top of my pitch, "Lucas is my fucking boyfriend; you will let me in."
"But…" he still tries to object as I push past him with so much force that he stumbles down the stairs and falls with one loud thud against one of the giant speakers.
My temper has hit a flare, and all I can see are stars flickering in my eyes. The world feels as if it has started to spin at an incredible speed. My body is trembling so goddamn bad that I can barely move my feet.
Chaos is about to erupt, and I am going to be the center of it.
And what else is center is Colton that sees me coming towards him, it only takes him but two seconds, and he is in front of me trying to prevent me from going into that office.
"Let me go!" I ramble off at him, hardly able to form a proper single word. "The fucking bitch is going to pay." And then I realize, but it is not just her, "That goddamn asshole."
But Colton is not moving an inch, and god, this man is big and holding me, need I even say gently, but he is holding me firm into place. So I only but plant my ass down on the very chair to where Lucas is supposed to be returning to soon.
My guess is that he will last about five minutes.
So Colton sits next to me with a rather concerned look on his face, "Lexi, he is not worth it; you know how Lucas is. That is why you left?"
"Yes, because the fuck could not keep it in his pants."
"Then," Colton places his giant hands on mine, completely covering it, then softly he speaks, barely able to hear under the pounding of the music, "Why did you come back then?"
"Colton," I immediately turn my head away as I feel the tears starting to burn in my eyes. "What the fuck!" I do not even realize that I cry out aloud. "This is not supposed to be happening."
Colton cocks his head and only grows this gorgeous smile around his lips, "You love him, don't you."
Much to my relief, perhaps not, I hear the giggle of a woman come up from behind me. Ya, it is Lucas, and I was exactly on the spot…five minutes.
The thing is, Lucas is not a five-minute man; he just does not give the fuck about these women to drag out the pleasure for longer than that.
So…
"Lexi?"
"Yes, Lucas. Bet you did not expect to see me here?"
And to make things worse, the blonde is now casually hanging all over my man. Well, fuck that!
Lucas watches in horror as I rise from my chair with a voice bouldering one curse word after the other while I make my way towards the blonde. It merely takes me one yank, and I have her by her fucking fake hair. She screeches like a mouse as I pull her away from Lucas that is only standing there with his jaw dropped to the floor. Then without having to think for another second, I retract my arm, and with a perfect bundle of knuckles, I crash my fist into her jaw.
But wait…
I pull back…
And…
WHAM
My fist connect with the bridge of her nose, I hear a slight crack as her head snaps back. Then as she raises her hand to cover her face, the blood starts trickling through her fingers.
"You fucking bitch," she dares to turn to Lucas, "Are you not going to do anything?"
He lifts her ass that has now landed on the floor and pushes her towards the bouncer, who has finally decided it is a good time for him to come step in.
But I am not done…
"You! Me! Your office! Now!"
Lucas reluctantly follows me as I make my way to the last fucking place I want to be, but I will be reasonable and not cause a further scene in front of his patrons.
Once the door is firmly shut, I take the key and stick it in the top of my boots; then, I turn to him.
"Do you fucking know why I left you, Lucas?"
"Baby doll…"
I immediately raise my hand and smash the flat of my hand into his cheek; his head snaps to the right. Completely out of my sense of control, I flip my hand and smack him even harder than before on the other side.
"Do not fucking call me baby doll!"
"Lexi, it was a mistake."
"A mistake? Lucas, do you think I am fucking stupid? I asked you a goddamn question. Why do you think I left you all those years ago?"
"Baby doll…"
The minute those words come from his mouth, I grab hold of the whiskey bottle that is standing on the edge of the table and smash it against the far side wall, barely just missing his head.
"Lexi, please calm down."
"Do not tell me to fucking calm down, Lucas. I asked you a question. Answer me."
"I don't know. I thought that you did not love me; that is why you left."
"That is such bullshit. I fucking loved you with everything I had, but you could not keep your dick in your pants long enough to love me back."
"I don't…"
"Please," in a complete rampage, I clear every single content off his desk. As it goes flying in every direction, there is a small paper holder that is made of glass that connects with the front of his head."
"Lexi, calm the fuck down!"
"Do not tell me to calm down when it is you that is whoring your ass around."
"I am not! I told you it was a mistake."
"A mistake? Like all the woman I saw you take in your office for a month after I left." He looks at me surprised and tries to take my hand that is now bleeding from the broken whiskey glass. "Yes, Lucas, I came here for a month after I left; I thought that, yes, maybe that one night that I caught you was only a mistake. But you do not make mistakes for twenty-fucking-nine days in a row!"
"Lexi, please." I can see his eyes are pleading, yet there is something else…
Lucas is scared…
Is Lucas scared of me?
I don't give a fuck.
"I don't want to see you again, Lucas. You will never change. All the nights that you have spent in my bed the last week, it meant nothing to you."
"That is bullshit, Lexi." He drops his head as he stares down at his shuffling feet; with a mumble under barely audible words, he softly speaks, "I love you."
And god, it hits me.
He is telling the truth.
"Then please explain why do you take a different woman every night?"
"Because I am scared to commit, I am scared to lose myself in one person. I am scared that if I do, I will lose myself. I cannot lose who I am; I need to be Lucas Lucero. Do you see any other Mafia Boss out there with just one woman on his arm?"
"Bullshit, don't spin me such a lame-ass story. You just like being fucked a different way every night. You love the danger; well, guess what, Lucas?"
And then I lose complete control of who I am, the demon that lies deep inside the darkness of me unleashes itself like a rapid ball of fire burning bright. My body is not mine anymore; it now belongs to the raging animal breaking loose with every inch of fiber in me. I can feel as the anger consumes me to such a level that my heart will stop from the adrenaline piercing through my veins.
In utmost slow motion, as if I am hovering over my body and watching myself, I pick up his black leather chair with the greatest of ease. It takes me only one fling of my arms, and I drive the chair through the window that shows over the dance floor below.
And with that, I take the key from my my boots and let myself out.
In only seconds I have Lucas rushing after me, "Lexi, please wait."