Baddest

Chapter 7

I hold my shredded panties up and shoot colson a playful glare. "You know, I needed these."

He's on the bed watching me gather my clothes, he stands up and approaches me. He snatches the ripped material out of my hand and smirks. "Naw, I needed these." He shoves them in his pocket.

I nudge him playfully, but I don't bother trying to get them back. I mean I can't wear them anyway. Besides, something about him wanting to keep my panties is kind of sexy. "You're not the one who has to wear this dress and hope no one catches a show."

He walks to his small closet and pulls out a black hoodie. One of his merch hoodies, 'MACHINE GUN KELLY' written across the back. He also grabs a pair of black sweats. "This hoodie could probably work as a dress for your short, gorgeous fucking ass, but I'll throw in some sweat pants cause I snatched your panties." He laughs and tosses the clothes to me.

When he turns to close the closet, I bring the clothes close to my face and inhale their scent. Ugh, he's actually worn these, they smell so damn good. He turns back to me, and I'm quick to hide my actions.

Weirdo, Madison.

He gives me a look that tells me he saw me, but I try to play it off. "What?"

"Did you think I was giving you dirty clothes or something?" He laughs.

I quickly shake my head. "No! I was just seeing if they smelt like you. I mean-. God now I look creepy." I hide my face in the hoodie and sweats that are in my arms.

"You look fucking cute." He laughs. Colson walks over to me. He takes the clothes and tosses the sweats on the bed, but helps me put the hoodie on. I
slip it on and it falls to my mid thighs. He tucks my hair behind my ear, and I just want this moment to last forever. The Uber that I'd requested not too long
ago has other plans, I hear them honk. The funny thing is colson didn't even push for me to leave. I kept waiting for him to have me take my walk of shame out of that tour bus, but it was me who decided 4am might be a good time to go.

I wanted to avoid giving Lindsay a stroke which could happen if she doesn't see me home when she gets up for work in a few short hours. Now I'm wishing I'd just rode the wave until he kicked me out. It would have happened eventually, this was after all a hook up. Colson grabs my phone from the bed, scrolling through the pics he took.

"Now you've got shit to send." He hands me my phone and smirks. I browse the few pictures he took, they made me feel empowered. Confident in myself, that I did something without fear of being judged by people I shouldn't have ever given that privilege to anyway. It didn't hurt that I felt like it was getting back at Kyle in the biggest way I could.

I attach them to a text to Kyle, my finger hovers over the send button for a second or two before I follow through.

Me: but I love the way he tastes. 💋

I don't bother blocking him, but I do mute the notifications. No need to know he's blowing up my phone, at least until after I've gotten some sleep. I sigh as I slip the sweatpants over my hips and I put my phone in my pocket. "I guess that's for me."

Colson comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He kisses my neck, teeth grazing my skin. "I forgot, gimme your phone sugar spice, I'm gonna add me in there."

I hand him my phone, leaning back against him as he types it in and hands me back my phone. "I sent a text to myself, so if I don't hear from you, I'm gonna blow that cell the fuck up." He bites on my ear and gives my ass a slap.

Is he kidding? Like I'm not going to take the opportunity to text this man till he's sick of me? Oh honey, yes I will. I smile and turn around in his arms.