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“What the hell is wrong with you?” she shouts. “Malik said you attacked him outside the bathrooms?”
I roll my eyes. “Wow, you’ve got yourself a real gem there, Laila. What are you doing with a psychopath like him?”
Her nostrils flare. “What’s it to you?”
My body feels alive with adrenaline and booze—jealousy and lust. “You can get any man you want and you know it. You’ve got the nicest guy in the world, practically throwing himself at you—which, by the way, he never does for anyone—and you’d rather be with an asshole like Malik?”
She looks at me blankly.
“Kendrick!” I shout, enraged at her lack of comprehension. “Don’t pretend you don’t know he’s totally into you.”
Now it’s Laila’s turn to be enraged. “That’s what you want to say to me right now?” she yells. “The most pressing thing you want to tell me in this moment is that you’re pissed I haven’t given Kendrick a shot?” She pulls on her hair and screams at the top of her lungs. “God, I hate you! You’re so infuriating!”
I blow smoke in her face and she coughs and sputters and waves at the air.
“Put that thing out!” she screams. “Kill yourself, if you must. But leave me out of it!”
I drop the cigarette onto the sidewalk and stub it out angrily with my shoe. “Your boyfriend is the one who attacked me, Laila. Not the other way around. He’s convinced you’ve been sleeping with me.”
She looks genuinely concerned. “Are you hurt?”
“Not at all, unless you count the fact that I’m pained you’ve got such bad taste in men.”
Her chest heaves sharply. “Why do you care, Savage? You want me to break up with him, so you can pimp me out to Kendrick?” She waits a beat for my reply and when it doesn’t come, she turns into a goddamned demon before my eyes. “You’d sleep better at night knowing Kendrick was the one fucking me, instead of Malik? Huh? Is that what you want? Or is there someone else you’d prefer to do the fucking?”
Oh, God, I want her. I want to pull her to me and press my lips to hers and claim her right here and now. I want to take her back to my hotel room and rip off her clothes and eat her pussy and do every filthy thing imaginable to her. But before I’ve figured out if I’m willing to betray Kendrick, without first speaking to him about it, a group that includes Kendrick emerges from the restaurant. Besides my best friend, there’s Ruby and Kai, Reed and Georgina, the guys from 22 Goats and their dates, and more.
“Come with us, Laila,” Kendrick says. “We’re going to Times Square to see a billboard of Colin in his underwear.” He’s talking about Colin Beretta, the drummer of 22 Goats—a tatted badass who hates my guts because I fucked his on-again-off-again girlfriend last year while they were on a break.
“I can’t make it,” Laila says curtly. “But, thanks.”
Kendrick looks at me. “I didn’t bother asking you because I know you’ve got plans with the waitress. Have fun!” With that, he jogs to catch up to the group, and when I return to Laila, or at least, to the spot where she was standing a minute ago, she’s gone—angrily stomping toward the front door of the restaurant.
“Laila!” I shout at the top of my lungs. And she turns around in front of the doorway, breathing hard.
“Break up with him.”
She swallows hard. “And then what, Savage? You’d fuck me like one of your groupies? Like that waitress inside? Wow, lucky me! Or would you pimp me out to Kendrick? Either way, no thanks.” With that, she turns on her heel and marches into the restaurant. And the minute she’s gone, some fans who’ve been standing on the sidelines of our screaming match descend on me, apparently unbothered by my obvious personal turmoil.
The bodyguard assigned to me appears, out of nowhere, and helps me negotiate the onslaught. With his help, I briefly go through the motions, giving a few selfies, until Laila emerges from the restaurant with Malik in tow, both of them looking somber. Quickly, they dip into a dark SUV that’s been awaiting them at the curb. And just like that, they’re gone. Heading back to the hotel to fight or fuck or both.
And I’m distraught.
I mumble my goodbyes to the remaining fans and quickly take off down the street, with my bodyguard keeping pace behind me. A couple blocks into my journey, I dip into a liquor store and buy a large bottle of vodka, which I drink like Gatorade throughout the remainder of my journey.
Not surprisingly, by the time I arrive at my hotel, I’m not only blitzed out of my mind, I’m also beside myself with rage and regret. By now, I’ve relived my fight with Laila a hundred times, each time wishing I’d played it differently. Let down my guard. Figured out my feelings in time to say them out loud to her. Whatever those feelings might be. Honestly, I’m still not entirely sure.
