Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Damien
She wore the same black dress the night she went with me to my business dinner with Bradbury.
Which, as far as I was concerned, was way too sexy to go to a club in.
The guys there would salivate, and their dicks would be hard all night staring at her.
I didn’t dare say anything about it because she’d give me attitude.
I wasn’t worried because I would be there to keep an eye on things.
“Hey, Madison.” I kissed her cheek. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you, Damien. Scott told me the two of you are going out.”
“Yeah. We’re just going to grab dinner and then come back here and play pool.”
“You are?” London asked. “You didn’t mention that.”
“It was a last-minute thing. Plus, we have some work things to discuss over dinner.”
“Oh.” She smiled. “Okay. Have fun. Don’t wait up for me.” She placed her hand on my chest.
“You’re not going to be that late, are you?”
“Why, Damien? Does she have a curfew or something? She’s your houseguest, not your wife.” Madison gave me the evil eye.
“No, Madison. She doesn’t have a curfew. I just want the two of you to be careful. Things get sketchy in the city after a certain time.”
“Don’t worry, big guy. She’s in good hands with me.” Madison smirked.
I waited until seven-forty, walked down to the lobby of my building, and waited for Scott to arrive.
“Good evening, Mr. Prescott.” Sammy smiled.
“Good evening, Sammy.”
“I saw London leaving. How much longer will she be staying with you?”
“She’s leaving town in less than two weeks.”
“Ah. She told me she was going to see the Grand Canyon. It’s going to be sad not seeing her perky smile and bright face around here every day.”
“Yeah. It will be.” I placed my hand on his shoulder.
“Maybe you could convince her to stay?”
“I’m thinking about it.” I smiled.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Mr. Prescott, but London seems to bring out the best in you. There’s something to be said for that.”
“Thanks, Sammy. I’m starting to see that she does. Scott just pulled up. I’ll see you later.”
I climbed into the cab, and Scott looked at me.
“You know, we can always just go to dinner,” he said.
“Or we can go and make sure our girls stay safe.”
“Did you just hear yourself? You called London your girl.”
I looked at him and smiled. We had the driver park across the street so we could see the people who were in line before heading in.
Madison and London weren’t standing in it, which meant they were already inside.
I paid the driver, and Scott and I crossed the street and walked up to the bouncer, who stood there with his arms folded and a grizzly look on his face.
“Hey, buddy. Long time no see.” I turned my hand over and showed him the folded hundred-dollar bill.
“Nice to see you again.” He firmly shook my hand and took the money. “Go right in.”
“Thank you.” I smiled.
The club was packed with wall-to-wall people as we looked around to try and find the girls.
“There they are.” Scott pointed to the dance floor.
I pulled out my wallet and another hundred-dollar bill and walked up to a table that sat in the corner.
“Hello, ladies. This hundred is yours if you let my friend and I have your table.”
“Sure.” The redhead beamed with excitement as she grabbed it out of my hand, and she and her friend walked away.
“I need a drink,” Scott said. “Do you want a bourbon?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He went to the bar, and I sat there and watched the two of them dance.
I had the perfect view as long as they stayed right where they were.
A couple of guys approached them, and I instantly stood up.
They left, and I sat back down. Scott finally returned with our drinks and took the seat next to me.
We both sat there and watched them dance the night away.
Then they took a seat at an empty table by the dance floor.
London guzzled a glass of water. I thought that since I’d known her, she had never once had a drink of alcohol.
“Hey, handsome. May my friend and I join you for a drink?” a woman with long black hair who looked like a hooker asked.
“No. You may not. Move along.”
“Whatever, asshole,” she spoke as she shot me a disgusted look.
I looked over to where London and Madison were sitting, and suddenly, London fell out of her chair and onto the floor.
“What the fuck!” I shouted as I got up from my seat, and Scott and I ran over to the table. “What happened?” I asked Madison as I bent down next to London.
“I don’t know. We were talking, and all of a sudden, she started slurring her words and fell off the chair.”
“Call 911 now! She’s having a seizure,” I yelled at Scott. “London.” I rolled her on her side as her body was clenched tightly and shook. “You’re going to be okay.”
Her seizure stopped, and I gently rolled her on her back as I placed my hand on her forehead. Her eyes were wide as she stared at me.
“An ambulance is on its way,” I spoke.
“No. No hospital,” she spoke in a panicked tone.
The paramedics arrived and placed her on a stretcher. I climbed into the back of the ambulance and held her hand.
“Have you ever had a seizure before?”
“Not in a long time,” she whispered as she turned her head and looked away from me.
We arrived at the emergency room, and I followed the paramedics until a nurse stopped me.
“Excuse me, sir. Are you her husband?”
“No. I’m not.”
“Are you a blood relative?”
“No.”
“Then you need to stay out here.” She put her hand up in front of me.