“Maddox—”
“Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
“Fine.” She dropped the coffee carafe on the floor and it shattered into a thousand pieces. “Don’t come crawling back to me.”
I held myself still and made her walk around me. I heard her grab her purse, shove her feet into her heels and stab her way across my wooden floor. She paused at the door, and I felt something hit me in the back of the head. “Your fucking keys, faggot.”
The door slammed a moment later.
Holy shit, every part of me was shaking. I wanted to throttle her, and I didn’t know what to do now. I stood there staring at the floor, and finally backed up out of the broken glass carefully. I found my cell phone on the table, and tabbed through it.
Aaron’s number had been blocked for four days. She’d been in my house and invaded my privacy. I kept looking, and found that she’d also blocked Uriah and Chase as well, and had changed a few of the names to Unknown.
I sank onto the couch, and unblocked and relabeled all the numbers. Then I dialed.
“What? It’s six a.m.”
“Randall. She fucked everything up.”
There was a pause. “Essie?”
“Yes.”
“Give me twenty to get there.” He hung up.
I was totally numb.
Aaron
It hadn’t been hard to convince Mel to tell me where Maddox lived. He’d had to go there to pick up the car, so he had the address and the door code. The doorman had a spare key, and had let him in.
I was going to knock on the door. I didn’t need to sneak in on the man. We had a lot to talk about yet and barging into his apartment wasn’t really cool.
The apartment building was across the park from our new place and I decided to walk it. It was early in the morning so the city wasn’t sweltering in the July heat yet. I hoped he was there, and that we could maybe catch breakfast. There were a couple of really good breakfast places nearby.
The doorman nodded as I walked by. I headed up the elevator, and I was excited to see Maddox again. I had to figure out what was going on with the lack of texting and calling, but that was a minor detail.
I knocked on the door to his place and I was shocked when the door partially swung open.
Considering how paranoid we both were about locking the doors all the way through Russia, Poland and Israel, I had a hard time believing he’d leave his front door open. Most famous people were careful with the front door at the very least.
I pushed it all the way open and looked around. “Doxx?”
No answer. The place was quiet, and nothing was disturbed. It seemed like it had the early morning quiet still curling through the air. So weird he had left the door open.
I walked in, looking around tentatively. “Doxx, are you here?”
I heard a noise from the bedroom. Smirking, I headed that way. I’d give anything to catch him naked in the bedroom. Mm, the fun we could have.
His door was slightly ajar and the room was dark beyond. I walked up and pushed it open.
My vision went white and it took everything I had to not pass out.
There was a woman with her mouth wrapped around his erection. He was groaning and twitching and clearly was enjoying himself.
The woman picked up her head and while she still had his dick in his mouth, locked eyes with me. I could see a cruel glint there.
Slamming the door behind me, I ran out of the place, and slammed the front door as well. I couldn’t stand in the elevator, and ran down the stairs, out of the lobby, down the street and made it a few dozen feet into the park before my legs just decided to give up.
