Chương 117: Hers Alone..Again..& Forever
Abigail Sanderson, Melvin's ex wife, watched them leave. Her car was parked far enough away under a large, shady oak to not be seen, and she sat low in the driver's seat, her eyes peering through the open middle of the steering wheel. She took the binoculars away from her shimmering, deep brown eyes and tried to keep her boiling anger submerged. Those tramps should have stayed away from Melvin; he was much too good for any of them, especially the redhead that Abigail took to be Courtney, Melvin's apparent date. Abigail blew air through her gnashed teeth.
She took the gun from its spot in the passenger seat and slipped it into her purse, the grip of it hard and cold in her hand. She still wasn't sure what she planned to do with it, but who knew if it might come in handy? Might come in handy? What a ridiculous thought! She slapped an open palm against her forehead. Was she going nuts?
She leaned her head against the rim of the steering wheel and closed her eyes. What was she doing here? Why was she stalking her ex husband? What did she care if he wanted to waltz around the city tonight with a parade of nubile, young babes? But for some reason... she DID care.
Melvin was hers; she had worn his wedding ring. Yes, she had given it back and upgraded her spouse, but now she wanted Melvin back. She had dibs on him because he had been hers before, right?
She pushed back from the steering wheel and leaned back in the car seat. She brought up one hand and slapped herself gently in the face. Her cheek stung from the blow.
"Get a hold of yourself, Abigail. You gotta start thinking straight," she whispered. But even though she knew it was crazy, knew it didn't make any sense, knew no one would understand, she wanted Melvin to be hers and hers alone, again and forever.
Chương 118: Who's His Date?
The Deep End was the name of the club, blazing in blue neon letters under three blue neon curvy, triangular waves and above a double oak door painted red. As Melvin approached he could feel the bass, drumming and thumping through the club's walls and inside of his bones. He wasn't much of a dancer, didn't like large crowds and hated extremely loud noises; he wondered how he was going to survive the club. He would just have to tough it out, and it helped that Courtney was there with him. He would have been happy to go anywhere with the likes of her. Every time he looked at her and caught her sparkling hazel eyes, his stomach fluttered.
"Didn't this place used to be a strip club?" Richie asked as they pushed through the doors. Shelley turned to answer him.
"Recently changed owners. Just renovated..." she began to explain, but then the music overtook them in a sweeping, crashing wave of sound. They would have to yell to be heard, so further conversation was out of the question. Shelley just shrugged and started to dance, her hips gyrating and her arms waving. Richie smiled, and his head began to nod with the beat. He turned to Brenda. Or was it Bridget? Impossible to tell which.
"I need a drink!" the blonde yelled and headed over to the bar. Richie watched her go, appraising the round curve of her bottom under her tight dress.
"Checkin' out my sister?" the other twin said in his ear.
"Well, she's my date, so it's ok," he yelled back.
"Stupid asshole, I'M your date!" Brenda Briswell cried and pulled him towards the dance floor. Richie felt his arms yanked nearly out of their sockets and stumbled after her. Tasha, Shelley, and Tina followed suit, forming a hip swaying trio as they grooved their way close to the stage.
Melvin looked up and saw some curvy, bikini clad women dancing seductively in some glass cages suspended from the ceiling. A live rock band boomed out a crescendo of guitar through the speakers. The scratchy yelling of the lead female singer seemed vaguely familiar, and Melvin turned to check out the band. He should have known better than to be surprised when he saw the singer was none other than the purple-haired pizza girl that he and Bridget had enjoyed sexually only a night before.
Melvin cursed his ridiculous bad luck.
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