Madonna's POV
I blush looking down at the empty glass in my hands as he takes a seat next to me ordering a Sazerac. "And also get this beautiful woman another glass of-" he turns to me smiling while gently biting his bottom lip.
"Rosé- Krug Brut to be specific" i say while staring into my dance partner's beautiful greenish hazel eyes. The bartender nods and walks away beginning to make our drinks.
I look around the bar and the rest of the restaurant that has been converted into a dance floor full of people. "Wow this place is beautiful, there should be more restaurants like this around. If i still lived in New York I would come here every night" i say laughing as i watch Steven hop from guy to guy.
"Yeah it's amazing, a great idea to bring people together- Now back to what I was saying, I was hoping you weren't going to runaway without saying goodbye." Says as the bartender sets our drinks down in front of us. "Put it on my tab"he says looking right into my eyes. He then reaches into his wallet and pulls out a crisp hundred dollar bill handing it to the bartender.
"I was sure you were going to grow some balls and come find me anyways. I don't runaways from guys, they run away from me" i say taking a sip from my glass thinking I had him where I wanted him.
"Well men don't runaway, guys do. Have a great night beautiful." He says as he finishes the rest of his drink and pats my back leaving me at the bar. My smile quickly fades as I feel myself wanting to tell him not to go. I watch him disappear into the crowd sighing as I look down at my phone seeing Malik calling me for the third time tonight after numerous messages.
I pick up the phone pulling my other head to I can hear him over the loud music. "Yo where the fuck are you. It's like 1am over there and I've been calling you all night. Why the fuck aren't you answering my calls." Hearing his voice I instantly get upset as I quickly leave the bar trying to find somewhere quiet.
"Okay well one, I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to malik. You've been calling me all day and the one time I pick up you're starting shit with me." I say trying to stay as quiet as I can.
"It's funny im thinking you're in New York for working and I get sent a video of you basically fucking some guy on a dance floor I don't know where at. You told me you were wor-"
"You're going to have to lower your tone before you piss me off more. I don't need to tell you my fucking whereabouts. I am a grown woman-" I say getting louder as I begin to yell into the phone
"Yeah don't I fucking know it. You're across the country acting like a slut while your kids are saying hey i miss my mom can I call her. I call and you don't fucking answer! So that leave me to believe you're fucking around with another nigga in New York." he says yelling into my ear.
"Fuck you malik! I speak to my children multiple times a day. They know I'm out here for work and so do you. Don't project your wrong doings on me motherfucker" I saw as I feel the angry tears begin to well in my eyes abd I try to stop myself from sounding like I'm about to cry.
"You know what, do what you want. I'll handle you when you get back." He says hanging up on me. Even more pissed off. I make my way back to my section as I let Steven know that I'm ready to leave. He sees my upset face and instantly gets up grabbing my purse letting everyone know it's time to go. As we're walking away he grabs the open bottle of Rosé on the table ands me a pair of sunglasses. I thank him with a smile as I cover my face with them, he grabs my hand and leads me to the car.
Once we're all in the car driving back to my apartment, I rest my head against the tinted car window looking out at the city lights. It begins to rain hard which triggers my tears to fall causing me to quickly wipe them. We get back to my apartment and I head straight up to my room slamming my bedroom door shut. Kicking off my shoes as I stumble into the bathroom plopping down onto the toilet I begin to cry feeling all the emotions of the past month pour out of me. Holding my head on my hands I purge my emotions from this relationship into my palms feeling my body become exhausted.
After my last few tears I stand up looking in the mirror as I begin to remove my lashes then proceed to take off my makeup. After taking off my jewelry I walk back into my room as I connect my phone to the speaker in my room pressing shuffle. As Justify My Love begins to play I chuckle reaching to skip the song, thoughts of my dance partner enter my brain and decide to keep it playing. I unzip my dress pealing the tight fabric off my warm skin stepping out of it. I kick it to the side as I reach around unhooking my bra from the back. Almost to the rhythm, I take off my fishnets and the thing that I had on kicking them to the side as well. I walk back into the bathroom catching a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror. I run my hands over the parts of my body he touch imaging he was there behind me. I snap out of my brief fantasy as the song switches, I turn the shower to its hottest setting stepping in letting the water cover my body. Thoughts of him begin to creep in my mind again as the water droplets hug my frame mimicking the feeling of his hands in my head. I throw my head back letting my hands run over my breast feeling my nipples hard in my hands. As my thoughts of him begin to wonder I quickly remember how he left me at the bar feeling like a fool. I finish my shower feeling defeated yet clean as I grab my favorite night slip and my vanilla, honey, and gardenia body butter making sure I am fully moisturized. I feel myself getting a little cold so I go in my closet to find my robe. Out of the corner of my eye one of Malik's hoodies catch my eye, i sigh deeply as I yank it off the hanger slipping the too big hoodie over my body instantly feeling guilty. I take a sniff of the hoodie missing his smell as I brush off my already brewing feelings for my dance partner.
I walk back into the bathroom to finish my night routine and puts on my glasses and slips my feet in my house shoes. I head back downstairs seeing Steven comfortable on the couch in from of the window with two glasses of champagne waiting.
"Sit sister. Talk to me about what's going on." He pats the spot next to him. I plop down the couch putting my feet in his lap as I take the glass of rose from him.
"It's not working out with malik and I. He-"
