I gritted my teeth in annoyance. That son of a bitch! He was the one cheating on me and now he was going around and telling other people. I could only imagine what story he was telling others.
I was saying, "That's no-" but I stumbled forward when someone rammed into my back, hard, their elbow digging in. Adrian's hands steadied me and he glared at someone behind me. I looked over my shoulder, seeing the guy I had stepped on.
What was this, payback?
I looked away, not wanting to cause some stupid fight.
"I don't really care what happened then," said Adrian, grabbing my attention from the guy. "But you need to tell Darius about this. If you do still have feelings for James, then you shouldn't be in a relationship with my cou-"
"I don't!" I snapped a bit too loudly.
"Huh?"
"James and I broke up a long time before I got married to your 'cousin'. I don't know why he was even talking about me. He was the one who cheated on me," I whispered, looking around to make sure Darius couldn’t hear me.
"The whole time, James was dating two of us at the same time. When he told me he had a business meeting, he was actually with her. He is a rat bag and I have no intention of even speaking to that scum."
“He cheated on you?” Adrian whispered like he was still trying to get his head around it. I nodded. God, it felt shameful. I was cheated on. It would make anyone feel like scum, like they were so bad at relationships that they were cheated on.
But that wasn’t true. It just made the man who cheated scum.
“What’s worse is that, I was the other woman.” Which I hadn’t realised, so that actually made me not cheated on but the other girl was cheated on. I shook my head in disgust.
Adrian also shook his head. "You still need to tell Darius."
"I was going to!" That is, I was just waiting for the right time. I felt someone behind me too close, the same guy from before.
"Hey, babe, why don't I show you how to have some real fun?"
I narrowed my eyes at him and Adrian grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the crowd. My eyes started scanning the crowd. The last thing I needed was a drunk James telling Darius everything before I could.
"He went home," said Adrian, reading my mind. "I called him a cab actually." And he seemed proud for doing so. Adrian steered us through the crowd and led me to a table in the corner where a brooding Darius was sitting with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Thank you for joining me," Darius grumbled at Adrian, who just winked at him, flicking his imaginary hair.
"Anytime, girl friend," Adrian replied in a mocking tone as he slid into the booth. It was a three-seater booth. One seat was against the wall opposite the dance floor and the other two on the side, so it was still semi-private.
Adrian ordered more drinks and I gave him a weary glance. "Are you sure you should be drinking more?" I asked.
Adrian gave me a disgusted look and then turned to Darius. "Ivory and I have something to tell you."
"What?" I asked, my eyes probably as big as golf balls. No, I don’t. I was not ready to tell him. I had to prepare myself. Before I could chip in and divert the topic, Adrian beat me to it.
"We're in love."
My jaw hit the floor, not expecting this from Adrian, and I was pretty sure Darius was caught off guard with the way his posture changed.
"We want to get married, so divorce her please."
Darius raised an eyebrow at me and I shook my head. "I –He’s drunk, I had nothing to do with this," I said as I put my hands up. Right then the drinks came. I eyed the twenty shots Adrian ordered. Oh hell, no.
"Don't be modest," Adrian was saying. "I love you and you don't love me, that's enough." He was smiling wide, showing all his teeth. He grabbed a shot and raised it to his mouth. I watched as he dropped it, his head slamming onto the table.
The awful sound of his head hitting the table made me jump in my seat.
I looked at Darius. "Is he-?"
"He had too much; he'll be fine." Darius was shaking his head at Adrian. I heard a slight snore, telling me that Adrian was fast asleep in this humid, loud club.
"I-um, should we do something?" I asked. Darius shrugged and sighed loudly.
"Fine." He got up. "I'll tell Richard to lend me the staff bed for the night. We can dump him there."
I nodded and watched Darius go to the bar. He seemed to know everyone here. Okay fine, he was rich. Maybe he was a frequent patron of this club.
I looked back at Adrian, poking him in the shoulder.
He snorted.
He was fine. I felt someone watching me and looked up to see the guy from before. He smiled and waved at me.
I stood up, ready to flee to Darius, but he was already on his way back.
"Eh, do you want help carrying him?" I asked.
Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.
"No, I'll manage."
Great.
"Just sit here."
I sent him a glare but he didn't even notice it as he grabbed Adrian none too gently. I sat back down, hoping the other guy got the message. I watched as another man, probably Richard, went around the counter waving to Darius to follow him.
I looked around the club, then almost jumped when I saw the guy sitting in front of me. He was fast.