Chapter 39
KADENCE
The bar smelled like lemon, whiskey, and smoke. Strangely enough, it reminded me of her scent. She was complex with a scent to match.
It was Monday night. Two nights after she rejected me, and I hated how I still desired her. I came in early to help Jax get the bar ready for tonight, and I knew she would be here. Hell, I didn’t even think she left the club. I could be wrong, but I think she lived here.
I couldn’t believe the desperation that spilled from my lips because I was high on lust. No one made me feel that way, and I embarrassed myself for no reason.
I knew lust made people do crazy things, but I let Annika suck Blaize’s fingers and let God and everyone see how wet I was.
She fucked me in front of everyone, and I liked it. Who the hell was I?
My hands were shaking as I scrubbed the same spot on the bar for ten minutes. I needed to put up the liquor bottles, but I didn’t trust myself. The last thing I needed to do was break expensive liquor. I was enjoying a steady income for the first time in months.
The bar door swung open, and Blaize stormed in like a hurricane.
This woman was magnetic, and I hated how I was drawn to her like a moth to flame.
She was ethereal, but also radiated bitch.
How could she be gorgeous, but be the epitome of a raging cunt at the same time?
And why did I like her? My entire life I had to deal with assholes, and now I was attracted to one in more ways than sexual. Talk about shitty fate.
Blaize attempted to be intimidating as she walked to the bar, but I also didn’t care to watch her.
She took control of a room, but she expected everyone else to bow down before her.
I didn’t bow. When she stepped to the bar, she expected me to flinch and show fear, but I dealt with scarier monsters than a woman who couldn’t process her emotions.
I continued counting liquor bottles as she thumped her fingers on the bar, waiting for me to address her. She could wait. By the pissed off look on her face, she was in a mood and I didn’t feel like dealing with it.
“Kadence,” she called out, annoyance lacing her tone.
I ignored her for a moment longer. It brought me joy tormenting her by being a brat. Was it childish of me? Absolutely. Did I give a fuck? Not one bit. I glanced at her with a devilish smirk meeting her fierce, dark eyes.
“Problem?” I purred prettily.
She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “Do you have a problem, princess?
I rested my arms on the bar, my face inches from hers. “I’m peachy. You’re the one with the scowl.”
I knew I should stop.
I saw the way her shoulders went rigid and the way she clenched her fingers.
I grabbed a crystal glass and poured her a hefty serving of whiskey before sliding it to her.
She inspected the glass like it was poisoned.
I knew how to listen, but she pissed me off.
Now, with her whiskey in hand, she would shut up and listen to me.
A wise woman would leave it alone, but I wasn’t smart when it came to Blaize.
“So,” I poured myself a shot, “Is this the part where you pretend I don’t exist again? I mean you had a nanoscopic taste of how I am in bed already, so are you just going to insult me more?”
Her eyes narrowed as she gripped the glass. “Watch your mouth.”
I ran my tongue over the front of my teeth before grinning brightly—bratty.
“You’re not fucking me, so I can say whatever I want.
” I poured the shot back before licking my bottom lip.
She watched my lips a little too closely.
“You didn’t reject me because you didn’t want me.
You whispered sinful promises while fingering my pussy in a crowd,” I whispered as I met her striking gaze.
“You rejected me because you’re scared of your feelings. ”
Her jaw flexed. I hit a nerve. “Enough.”
I was already one foot in the grave, so I didn’t stop. “You want me. I know you do. I saw the way you wanted me when you pressed me against your wall,” I pressed, sweet and venomous. “Don’t act like a prude of all things. I’m not going to pretend like I don’t want you because I’m not a coward.”
Her back straightened as she threw the whiskey back before she slammed the glass down. I was surprised it didn’t shatter. “This ends now. Whatever the hell this was, is done. You are an employee, so act like it.”
And then she turned on her heel and walked away. Of course, she would run away instead of talking to me. I knew she had a wife once upon a time ago, but fuck. If she didn’t want me, why would she make me feel like she did?
I was delusional, but at least I made damn sure she wouldn’t forget me.