Page 243 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“But…but…” I started, but Amanda and Mateo were on a fucking mission. They tossed out their goodbyes and were out the door before I could come up with any other excuse.

I sat back down in my seat on a sigh.

Fucking hell.

“Tough loss, huh?” he whispered into my ear.

I shook my head. “I’m ignoring you.”

Obviously, I was a sore loser. But, seriously? I’d only lost by mere minutes.

Goddammit, Amanda. Why did my best friend have to be such a dirty slut for her husband’s penis? What happened to the marriages that made people want sex less? If anything, since she’d married Mateo, she only talked about how she wanted sex more.

Maybe I needed a new best friend?

While Scott tried to coax me into a conversation, I turned my head back toward the stage and watched as the fortysomething woman continued to sing her off-tune rendition of Madonna into the microphone. “Like a virgin! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! I’m a horny virgin!”

“Horny virgin?” Scott whispered to me. “I don’t remember those lyrics.”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at the absurdity and met his gaze with a grin. “I think she’s freestyling.”

He quirked an amused brow. “Freestyling? In karaoke?”

God, my man was handsome. After being together for over four years, I couldn’t believe how one simple look into his gorgeous brown eyes still had the power to take my breath away.

“You should know,” I retorted. “You’re the karaoke expert.”

He winked. “All I know is that I can’t wait for your performance.”

I scrunched up my nose. “I might have agreed to come to this karaoke bar, but I’m not fucking getting up on stage,” I declared, and he just grinned.

As the last beats of “Like a Virgin” left the speakers, the MC for the night hopped on stage and took the microphone from the woman’s hands before she could start an encore.

“All right,” he announced to the crowd. “Next up, we have Frances!”

I looked around the room for the next victim, but when no one stood and he shouted Frances into the microphone again, I looked at Scott with a scowl.

“No fucking way,” I muttered. “Tell me you didn’t sign me up for this shitshow.”

He nodded and smirked. “What are you waiting for, Frances? Get up there and show ’em what you got!”

“Come on, Frances,” the MC said again. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart!”

I looked at Scott and then back at the MC. I had two options: I could either lose both battles for the night, or I could at least walk away with one victory.

Obviously, I needed a victory, and I knew exactly how I could get it.

After a quick smile flashed into Scott’s oblivious direction, I stood up from my chair and hopped on the stage and took the microphone from the MC.

“My boyfriend is a little shy,” I told the crowd. “I think Frances just needs a little bit of reassurance,” I said and pointed straight at Scott.

His jaw dropped as I continued to point at him and chant, “Frances! Frances! Frances!”

Once everyone else in the bar joined me, a giant smile consumed Scott’s face.

“Come on, Frances! I know you can do it!” I cheered. “Everyone wants to hear your beautiful voice.”

Scott got to his feet and jumped on stage beside me. After one quick spank to my ass, he took the mic from my hands and whispered into my ear, “You’re so getting it later.”