Mr. Wright Now

Chapter Three

Kade

My muscles pulsed with adrenaline and my heart throbbed in overdrive from the overdose as I stood facing my partner backstage. "Fucking epic."

"We were, weren't we?" Allie bobbed her head and her cheeks were flushed – like they always were after we exited the stage.

"We always are." I grinned, stroking the ever-growing after-dance ego. "Fucking perfect."

"I think we should celebrate." She breathed. "What do you say to coming with me to a club?"

I raised a brow, feeling the pulsing glory of my adrenaline suddenly fade at the thought. "Allie," I shook my head. "I don't know."

"Come on." She tipped her head back on a plea. "Please, please come with me."

"I could totally come with you – if you'd let me." I teased in spite of her suddenly dark expression. 

"I need to get laid – and so do you, Kade."

"I've got the tools for the job, sweetheart." I grinned challengingly even though I knew she'd never take my bait.  

"You and I both know your tools are all kinds of wrong for my pleasure." She huffed. "But having you on my arm like old times really helps me get my happy ending from the night."

"Using me for sex now, huh?"

She shrugged, entirely unapologetic. "I need to get laid and you've got pretty eyes. Desperate measures..."

I chuckled. "What do I get out of this?"

"You get a night of fun with no strings leading to crazy." She held my eyes with her own and I suddenly felt all the happiness that had built up within me flood at the mention of strings of crazy. 

"Allie, I'm not in the mood." My reply was tinged in darkness, but shit, she just had to bring up crazy.  

"You're coming with me or I'm moving out." She threatened. "It's your choice."

"You wouldn't leave me."

"I'd leave you in all things but dancing." She folded her arms across her chest and I felt a small ember of fear build within my heart.

Allie had been here for me, with me, throughout all the shit. She was real. She was the lifeline I clutched to when my entire world fell out from beneath my feet – and she never asked for anything. Ever. She was my best friend, and even though she sometimes acted like the chick she was, I loved her. Yeah, I often forgot Allie was a chick. Not that that was an easy thing to do – Allie was ten shades of scorching, just not the type to get my machinery working, if you know what I mean.

I stepped closer to her, dipping my head. "You wouldn't leave me, Allie."