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"Addison," the deep voice boomed through the phone before I could say hello.
"Jacob." I scowled. It wasn't Maddox, and it caught me off guard. It was my boss.
"Yeah, it's me," he said. "I got a tip; your boy is at a bar right down from your house on 10th Street. I heard he's wasted and making bad decisions." The sound of excitement in his tone made me want to throw up. "If you hurry, you can get the story first. This could be huge for your career, Addison." I rolled my eyes. I hated that this was what I had to do to move forward in my career. "Get lots of pictures."
"Sure thing," I muttered, disconnecting. If I hurried, I might be able to keep this from going public, but if Jacob knew about it, others would soon.
I didn't bother changing out of my black leggings, t-shirt, and UGG house slippers. I jerked my purse off the counter, threw open the front door, and bolted for the bar.
There was only one bar on 10th street, and it was directly across from the hotel I assumed Maddox and his team were staying in, and lucky it was only about a two-minute walk from my apartment.
By the time I reached the bar, I was sweating and out of breath. Pushing through the door, I spotted Maddox almost immediately with his tongue shoved down a blonde's throat in a dark corner of the bar, but thankfully, the bar wasn't crowded yet.
If I had time to feel something, it would probably hurt to see him with someone else, but I didn't have time. I probably only had a few minutes to get him out of this bar before it was swarmed with the press, so I didn't waste any time.
"Maddox," I yelled over the blaring music, storming up to him and stopping directly beside him and his make-out buddy. Nothing. I leaned in so he could hear me better. "Maddox." Nothing. "Maddox." I shoved my finger into his shoulder.
Breaking from the kiss, his gaze flashed to me. His hazy glare said he was three sheets to the wind.
"Find your own man," the blonde hissed, pressing herself harder against him like she was marking her territory. I also didn't have time to argue with a Jersey Chasing Slut.
"Maddox," I snapped, ignoring the blonde. "We have to go."
"Addy?" he asked, narrowing his eyes like he was trying to focus.
"Yes," I hissed, grabbing his hand and jerking on his arm. "Maddox, come on, we have to go now."
"Bitch," the blonde snarled. "Find your own man."
I opened my mouth to tell her to sit down and shut up, but Maddox cut me off. "Don't talk to her like that." He jerked away from her. He pushed off the stool and stumbled into me, and by into me, I mean I was supporting almost all his weight.
"What the fuck ever," she muttered, storming off.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, making it easier to support his weight. Now, what am I going to do? There was no way I could carry him out of here, and I didn't have time to call for help.
"Addison," someone called from behind me. "Addison, what are you doing?" It was Brandon. He owned the bar, and we'd become friends since I lived right down the road.
"Thank god," I muttered, using all my strength to hold Maddox up. "I need help, please."
"Yeah," he said, grabbing Maddox's arm and pulling it over his shoulder to support Maddox's weight.
"I need to get him out of here," I said, reaching up and flipping Maddox's backward cap forward to shade his face. "Like now."
"You're so pretty," Maddox stuttered. "Do you want to go home with me?" I ignored him and the way it made me feel being so close to him.
"Where to?" Brandon asked, widening his legs. Where do I take him?
"Maddox," I said. "Where are you staying? What hotel?"
"Blue," he murmured, his head bobbling. He was going to pass out soon.
"Blue, what," I asked, shaking him. No hotels in the area had the word blue in it. He shrugged. I didn't have time for this. "We'll take him to my apartment."
"Do you know this guy?" Brandon asked, concern twisting his facial features.
I sighed. "Yes." I nodded. "We are old friends." A commotion erupted near the front entrance, and I knew it was too late. My gaze flashed up to see familiar faces searching the bar for Maddox. "Do you have a back exit?" Brandon nodded. "Great, let's go that way." I pulled Maddox's hoodie over his ball cap, covering his face. "Keep your head down, Maddox."
"What's going on?" Brandon asked as we moved quickly toward the back of the bar.
