The Surgeon

Chapter 20: Shake Ya Ass, Watch Ya Self

I got to the back and the girls all cheered and she held my arm up. I secretly am a really good singer but I have never sung outside my shower. This was a club full of gangsters and mobsters, mix in a few drug lords. I could be shot for singing off-tune... I was pushed into a dressing room where a two-piece black outfit was left. I put it on running my hands over my body. "Holy shit..."

A girl spoke outside the room "It looks hot, doesn't it! I knew it!"

I gulped. The outfit was black latex the top was a crop that has one long sleeve. The top had an opening showing cleavage. The pants were glued to me with ties all up the side to keep the pants on. I kept my heels on but I knew I would regret it. We walked out to the stage. I was going to kill Weston. I hope to god James is late... The curtain was down so no one saw us. They ran through some basic moves with me and it was showtime.

The curtain rose and we were turned away from the crowd who were erupting in whistles. The music started and I started singing. I was dead ass ready to die on stage. I did moves from the video they showed me of the pussy cat dolls. People were cheering and jaws were on the floor. I got more confident during the song and did a split and rolling back to my arms and standing up. People were loving this show. I looked out and made eye contact with Weston. He was standing there with his mouth open. He started to fan himself and I winked at him. The song ended and I was breathing so fucking heavy. Everyone was throwing flowers on stage and I giggled at the gesture. The curtain was going down and I looked up in the box seats to see a very very pissed James. He broke the glass in his hand as the curtain went down. It was the last thing I saw. Shit, he's pissed.

I got off the stage the girls ran up to me "Oh my god!! You were so good! I did not expect you to be so amazing, to be honest..." she laughed to herself.

I smiled thanking them and walking into the changing room to get changed. I loud commotion came from outside my door. "You can't be back here! Girls are changing!"

"Amanda! Which room are you in?!"

I slowly opened the door to see Weston, I was still in my outfit. We were making such a scene so pulled him in with me. "What the hell are you doing back here?!" I practically whisper yelled at him.

He let out a breath "I am hiding. James is trying to kill me. He knows I put you into this."

I rolled my eyes "You're right. Especially if he finds you in here."

He narrowed his eyes "If he finds me with you it won't be so bad. You have to protect me!"

I rolled my eyes "You are supposed to protect me! Ugh, let's go I guess I won't change. Here take my dress."

He grabbed my dress and we opened the door to James leaning against the wall. He looked Weston up and down. "You and I are going to fight."

Weston looked at him with wide eyes "Look, James, I just wanted her to have fun. It was all fun. You had fun right?"

I laughed walking over to James who opened his arms welcoming me. "Leave Weston be. If he acts out again ill shoot him." James looked down at me smiling.

He looked up at Weston "You are lucky she's here. I expect you in my office tonight when we get back." Weston nodded running off with my dress.

I looked up at James and arched my neck. "Did you like the show?"

His face fell and he gave me a steel blue-eyed stare. He stroked my bare side and leaned down to kiss me. It was a soft yet possessive feeling. He pulled back just enough that I still could feel his lips grazing mine "I loved it, but you ever do that again in front of other men, I punish you."

I smiled "Hmmm, kinda wanna act out again."

He slid his hand up until it was around my neck "I own you, princess. Don't be out here showing everyone what's mine."

I parted my lips and stuck my tongue out to lick his bottom lip. He sucked my tongue into his and released it slowly. "You drive me crazy, in a good way. I always want to be near you." It slipped out before I could stop myself. He leaned down kissing my head.

"Same, Doll." He grabbed my hand and led me out of the back to the main club floor. A man approached him stopping him for a conversation. James looked irritated. I noticed Levi by himself and snuck away from the weird conversation.

I walked behind him covering his eyes "Guess who? It's your favorite surgeon." I felt his cheeks rise in a smile.

"Dr. Rodgers?! What are you doing in this club, at this time!" I dropped my hands and he turned I narrowed my eyes. His face fell in a fake pout "Well I am disappointed."

I elbowed him "How long have you been here?"

He leaned on the bar with his eyebrows raised in a shook way "Long enough to see you shake that ass on the stage. You better watch yourself, James won't let that shit slide long."

I chuckled a little "Yeah well Weston put me up to it so I'm sure he was more lenient on me because it wasn't my idea."

He looked at me shocked "And Weston is still alive?! Not fair. I say your name once in my sleep and I get shot in the foot." He mumbled, "It wasn't even a sex dream, you were yelling at me."

I bust out laughing "You're joking! Please tell me you are joking!"

He turned to me with a straight face "I wouldn't lie to you. I'll show you my foot right now." He took the shoe off showing it wrapped up. I looked at him with wide eyes. He rolled his eyes putting his shoe back on and chugging his drink. He looked past me and nodded for me to turn "Looks like James is staring you down."

I looked over at him and he mouthed to me from across the room. Levi spoke into my ear next to me "Did... Did he just say he...loves you?"

I spit my drink out into my cup "Nope, He um, said he owns me. Funny right?"

Levi closed his eyes "Could you keep it in your pants for longer than five minutes. Seriously we are in public and he's literally ignoring the leader of the largest drug cartel right now."

I looked at Levi with wide eyes "Drug cartel?"

He sighed "It's a club. All the low lives meet here. It's not a place to be alone. Lucky for you, you have an army of men here watching you at all times."

He wasn't wrong. It was a good thing too because I did have all eyes on me.