“Oh, I see we are trying to get Knox's attention this evening? You know he is gonna flip his shit when he sees you.”
She shrugs. “Last I checked, he wasn’t my boyfriend, my brother, or my father, so he can fuck right off. Plus, I’m hoping to maybe to get lucky tonight. It’s been a minute, and mama can use a release.”
I laugh. “I hear that.”
"You ready?” she fastens her earring and stands up.
“Yep,” I grab my phone and my keys. Vix follows me out, and we head out to the club.
Chapter 29
Myssa
As the elevator doors open, we’re shocked by the sea of people already waiting for the band to start the show.I give Vix a hug, and she heads over to the bar. Knox is already standing by it, talking to one of the extra security members, and I watch intently, waiting for him to spot Vix. Boy, does his look not disappoint.
He stops talking to the guy and immediately walks past him towards Vix. Oh man, do I wish I was a fly on the wall for that conversation.
Vix doesn’t slow her pace towards the bar, as she walks past a group of guys, they instantly stop talking, one slapping the chest of another while pointing at Vix as she walks past.
Knox, taking notice, says something to them as he passes by, and they all look away.
He quickly catches up to Vix. As he starts to say something to her, she whips around and gives him thetalk to the handmotion. The fury in his eyes is palpable. She turns back around and steps behind the bar, while Knox seethes.
I watch as she becomes the bartender every man wants to go to all of a sudden. This interaction seriously makes me want popcorn to snack on as I watch it unfold like a damn soap opera.I think this is her declaration to him to make a move because she’s done waiting around.
I turn back around and make my way through the crowd of people to the roped-off staircase leading to Zayne’s office. Security nods as they let me up. He asked me to meet him there to watch the concert. Seriously, the balcony holds the best seats in the house.
The house music is still bumping, and a long black curtain hangs over the stage to avoid exposing who the mystery band is. The door opens, and Zayne walks out. He stops, and I watch his gaze drink me in from head to toe. His face is stern, almost angry.
“What’s wrong?” Confusion clouds my mind as I look down at myself, wondering if I got something on my outfit.
“Nothing, you just…” but he pauses, as if fighting with himself about what to say.
“Just what, Zayne?” Irritation laces my tone as I cross my arms, waiting for what he’s going to say next.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, alright? I don’t want to share you.”
I let my arms go, picking at my nail polish. I’m not used to compliments, but from him they are everything.
“Share me with who?” I look around, but no one is around us.
“Them,” he says, pointing to the crowd.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you don’t have to.” I wink, and just on instinct, I kiss him on the cheek. His posture relaxes a little, and he takes my hand. I think I like this possessive side of him.
“Are you ready for your surprise?” He turns me around and walks me to the balcony. He shifts behind me and wraps his arms around me, his chin resting on my head, as I hold on to the railing. Tonight, I’m letting go—this closeness is everything I’ve been wanting for weeks. I’m going to soak in any amount of affection he gives me. Just for tonight. I need this.
I need him.
I lean a little to look at him. “What do you mean, my surprise.“
He kisses my head, still holding me and whispering in my ear. “You’ll see.”
Just then, I hear the beginning notes of the first song, instantly I grab onto Zayne’s forearms in excitement. I know this song.
“No fucking way…No fucking way,” is all I can scream.
The first lyrics of “Somewhat Damaged” are belted out and the entire place irrupts in a frenzy.
