Chapter 4: I like him... Alot

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Tatum's POV:

I like Michael. 

Like, REALLY like Michael.

So, why does Madonna feel the need to ruin my plans with him?

But let's face it... She's fucking Madonna she can do anything she wants!

She used to be sweet, loving and just an awsome person to be around. 

But then the incident happend and she turned into a all around JERK, course she's still my best friend but I miss her.

Anyways, I was pissed off. 

" The more the merrier" I fake smiled.

She smirked and said " Let's go"

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Michaels POV:

We hopped out of my Ferrari and stood in front of the club.

Madonna's eyes widened and she gasped.

" This is the Jungle club! Holy fuck it's huge!" I winced, I hate it when people swear for no reason.

But Madonna was a exeption.

First off she's gorgeous. Blond short hair that was flowing below her shoulders. Cute nose, sexy lips and to top it all of...

Great boobs.

" Yeah, yeah let's just get in" tatum said with a frown.

" Shall we?" I grabbed Tati's hand and a blush rose to her cheeks.

Madonna's POV:

He grabbed HER hand? 

And not mine!

What does she have that I don't..,

Shut up Madonna your getting worked up over nothing.

Anyway, we stepped into the humongous club and of course,

My song was on.

Like a virgin ( hee ) touched for the very first time, 

Like a virgin, when your heart beats next to mine 

Gonna give you all my love boy 

My fear is fading fast 

Been saving it all for you cause only  

Love can last.

I grinned and walked to the middle of the dance floor. 

I did some sexy dance moves and soon guys were huddling over me.

But I was looking for Michael.

" Hey babe let's get out of here" I turned my head and saw a guy in his 40's staring at me with lust and a dirty smirk.

I smiled and pulled him closer until my mouth was on his ear, i quickly bit his earlobe and said...

" I don't think so, grandpa" I walked away leaving him astonished by my courage.

I walked around the club until I founge a expensive looking lounge.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Michael sitting at a table surrounded by girls.

I felt angry for some reason.

I marched over there until I was right next to them. 

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