Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 45
They looked frantically at Nash, as if he might contradict his brother.
Nash simply stretched out in his seat smirking. “You heard him, adios ladies.”
With a huff, they stomped off and out of the VIP area. Addie smirked and sent them off with a little wave. I rolled my eyes.
A moment later one of the waitresses poked her head in. “Everything all good?”
“Can you make sure those girls are escorted out of the club,” Abel requested.
“Of course,” she nodded. “I’ll see to it.” And then she disappeared.
“Real classy those two were,” Addie shot an accusing look at Jesse.
He shrugged, “They were hot,” and then conversation resumed as if nothing had happened.
Jason looked at me, a little bewildered. I gave him an I told you they were crazy grin. “You can’t resist stirring up trouble, can you?”
I chided my best friend. She shrugged, not bothering to deny it. She’d never shied away from trouble, because she knew she’d never have to be the one to finish it, not with a pack of wolves, or big brothers and cousins, ready to draw blood for her.
“One of these days, a guy’s going to come along who doesn’t let you get away with your antics, and you’re not going to know what to do when you can’t wrap him around your finger,” Kaye said. Addie snorted softly and sipped from her glass. “We’ll see.”
“Yes, we will,” I chuckled and then stood and excused myself to the bathroom. One of the perks of being VIP was VIP bathrooms. No lines, no wait, and no vomit or funky smells and dirty stalls.
I used the toilet and then stood in front of the mirror and inhaled deeply. “It’s not so bad,” I told my reflection, letting it all out. The guys were being cool with Jason, and Abel hadn’t said two words to me. Maybe tonight would even end up being fun.
I washed and dried my hands before slipping from the bathroom. I stopped short in the doorway when I saw who was waiting, propped against the wall opposite.
The door smacked me in the butt as it closed on me and I awkwardly stepped forward. Abel pushed off the wall, looking broody and tortured.
“Please don’t. Please give me tonight.” He ducked his head and scrubbed a hand over his head. “I’m sorry, it’s just hard. Seeing the way he watches you, the way you smile at him. It’s hard.”
I shook my head and closed the distance between us. “You don’t get to tell me how hard it is. Not when you’re wearing this.” I grabbed his left hand and fingered the silver band on his fourth finger.
“I know. Believe me, I know I don’t have any right. I’m an asshole, but it still hurts.” He intertwined his fingers with mine and I felt the gentle squeeze inside my chest.
“That’s life, Abel. Sometimes it hurts,” I muttered, dropping his hand, and then left him standing there while I returned to our friends.
He followed a few minutes later with a new drink in his hand and he didn’t look my way again the rest of the night. Not that I caught anyway.