Cheated (Mr. Control Freak)

XXVII. HOW'S THE GIRLFRIEND?

"Maxine! Come on what are you doing in there, shaving your pubes?" I yelled through the door.

He was taking longer than me to get ready, how is that even possible.

The door swung open and Max stepped out in a pair of grey Dockers and a blue plaid button down with the sleeves rolled up. He cleaned up semi-nicely.

"You didn't even change!" Max accused, putting on his expensive looking watch.

He was mostly right, I was still in light wash skinny jeans and a navy blue t shirt. "Yes I did! I put heels on!" I disagreed.

"So you're not going to change?"

"I don't want to be mistaken for a stripper Max."

"Understandable, oh yeah I invited some friends to come with me."

Well there's no point in me going anymore. I'll be nursing a cosmopolitan while conversing with a naked woman who's silently cursing me because I'm not throwing ones at her. Or even worse, I'll be that girl that has to get kicked out because she completely wasted and being really inappropriate; I refuse to be that girl.

"Oh okay, I guess I'll just talk to Miguel while you're gone." I said taking off my heels.

"Oh, you don't want to go anymore?"

"Don't wanna intrude on your boys night." I said fixing his collar, which was irking ever since I saw it. I ended up burying my nose in collar bone to get a better whiff of his cologne. "You smell nice." I complimented.

I stepped back to face him and waited for his reply.

"You just talked to Miguel. I think he's fine and thanks, it's Tom Ford." He said looking satisfied with himself.

I could probably call Tyra if she wasn't busy or sleeping, I needed to talk with someone who wasn't male or going through their own drama. I love Natasha and all but seeing where she is in her relationship makes me a little weary to follow her advice.

"I'll find something to do, and I never asked but okay."

"'Find something to do' probably means ordering room service and watching bad horror movies all night. You should still come, you already know one of them."

That's exactly what I was going to do. Actually.

I agreed and we headed out of the expensive suit, which was paid for by Max of course. That was the deal we made; he comes, he pays for everything. Everyone wins.

Now any conservative woman would be wondering why on earth would I be okay with going to a gentleman's club. Two words: hot wings. I swear strip clubs have the best chicken wings ever I don't know what it is about a stripper serving you chicken wings that makes it so good. Whatever it is they better keep doing it because strip club wings are amazing.

The venue wasn't packed since it was a Thursday, I could tell this place would be extremely busy tomorrow or Saturday. It was mostly inhabited by men in suits who seemed to be conducting business and a small group of drunk college girls.

"Val." Max nudged me, stealing my attention away from the complex routine of a dancer to give me a drink.

"Oh, thanks." I said taking a sip.

"Val you know Logan already, and this is Ian."

You want to know what I don't understand? Why good looking people always had good looking friends. Like it wouldn't kill you to have an ugly friend.

"Hi, I'm Valentina." I smiled politely.

"Ian. You're Alec's girl right?"

"Uhh, yeah. Friend of yours?"