Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 32: Feeling Good

I wish they would stop bringing up the strip club! Michael looks like he's side tracked for a second. I lower my eyebrows and see he's checking some girl out.

"Actually let's stay here for a bit longer." He smiles slowly and walks off over to the girl.

I sigh. At least we aren't going any where else. Toby stands up and walks off some where. I don't even know why he is here. He looks so out of it.

"Jake come dance with me." Hayley says holding on to his arm.

"Ok ok." He chuckles standing up.

I smile and watch them walk off.

"Come here." Marcus calls over to me.

I slide in the booth, sitting next to him.

"What have you been talking to Hayley about?" He asks sounding annoyed.

"Nothing..."

"What was all that handcuff shit about then?"

"She saw the marks on my wrist. I made it up, I didn't know what else to say."

"She fucking embarrassed me."

"Sorry, what could I have told her? That you purposely hurt me?"

He grabs my wrist pulling me closer to him. He's had too much to drink.

"I don't want you talking to her about our personal business."

"But she was asking questions Marcus."

"I don't give a shit. Don't talk to anyone about us."

"Get off of me." I look at him seriously.

"More drinks?" Michael slurs.

Marcus quickly let's go of me. We look at him saying nothing.

"Everything ok?" Michael asks lowering his eyebrows.

"All fine." Marcus smiles. "Where's that girl you were hitting on?"

"Her friends were leaving so she had to go." Michael rolls his eyes. "Got her number though."

They laugh. I sigh and down a shot.

"Roxanne!" Michael suddenly shouts. He looks at me.

Then i realise that's the song they have started playing. For fuck sake. Marcus laughs.

"I like this song! Don't you?" He smiles.

"You're so drunk Mike." Marcus says shaking his head.

I sigh and look away.

"Come on Layla, you know this song. Get up and dance."

Oh my god, Marcus is going to take all of this out on me.

"Yeah come on Layla." Marcus looks at me and stands up. "Michael complimented your dancing while you were in France. Show your husband."

"I feel too drunk to dance..."

He grabs hold of my hand standing me up. I sigh. Michael watches as Marcus pulls me over to the dance floor. He grabs my hips pulling me closer to him.

"There's more to you and Michael than you're letting on." Marcus says in my ear.

"Marcus that's the drink talking. There's nothing between me and Michael."

"I can see it Layla. Anyone in this club can."

I pull away from him.

"I didn't want to come tonight. I knew all of this was a bad idea!"