The Woman He Married

04. I'm Mae

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink. Let's talk."

"Oh, I'm with my husband." Mae pointed out, showing the ring on her finger.

"Cool ring. I know you're here with a girl tonight," the guy smirked, insisting that she follow him to the bar for a drink. "I want to get to know you."

"Excuse me," Alaia stepped between them and held Mae by the waist, "I am her husband. Do you have a problem with that?"

Mae clung onto Alaia and smiled politely at the guy. She waved as the rude stranger left her alone, finally. Mae grumbled at the girl who just returned from her bathroom trip, "What took you so long?"

"I might have gotten distracted," Alaia said as she threw her arms over Mae's shoulder.

"You did not," Mae gasped. "What, in the bathroom?"

"He's hot, okay?" Alaia rolled her eyes.

"I thought it's a girls' night?"

"Yes, but I don't think it meant no dicks allowed after the party."

"We're still at the party," Mae pointed out.

"I saw some pretty boys on my way here," Alaia muttered, changing the subject. "Not boys, but like grown men. Manly men. Attractive men. Handsome men. Kinda sexy. With big ass--"

"Alaia, stop," Mae cupped her cheeks, "Stay sane. You're supposed to be my company tonight, not a playgirl."

"Alright, babes. At least you have a big ass, too." Alaia laughed.

"Perv," Mae scoffed. They took another shot of drink before heading to the dance floor. Mae had the most fun in a long while that night.

Mae didn't realize Alaia got distracted again as they were dancing together, until she felt a hand snaking around her waist. Mae thought it was Alaia because the woman is comfortable enough to show affection with Mae at any given time. She realized something was off when the person holding her started grinding their body against her. She lifted her gaze and saw Alaia talking to another guy, a few feet away from her.

Mae immediately pulled away and turned around to see the same guy who kept pestering her was standing there. He smirked, sizing her up, "What's wrong? You were enjoying it."

"Fuck off," Mae pushed him when he tried to grab her again. She swatted his hand as the guy tried to reach for her body again, and Mae decided enough was enough. She flung her hand and slapped the guy, hard enough to get the attention of the people around them.

He scoffed, rolling his tongue in his cheek, "Fucking whore--"

"Fucking bitch!" Mae snapped, gifting him another hard slap. When he tried to retaliate, Mae was ready to fight him, but someone else's fist landed on the guy's face before hers did. Mae lifted her gaze and saw Zane approaching the guy he just punched.

Mae felt a knot forming in her stomach as Zane lifted the guy up by his collar and warned him, "Keep your hands to yourself and run like a bitch before I fucking catch you."

"Who the fuck--"

"Her husband," Zane replied, dropping him onto the floor again. He fixed his shirt and tilted his head towards the entrance, gesturing for him to leave.

"Zane," Martin grabbed his arm and pulled him back, "You don't want to get into trouble here. That's enough."

"Where's Kate?" Zane asked, glancing around.

"Who?"

"Kate. The girl who punched that bitch," Zane pointed out.

"Bathroom," Alaia pointed to the back of the club. She cleared her throat and watched as Zane left to get the woman. Alaia turned to look at Martin and smirked as she threw her arms around his neck, "Now, where were we?"