Caught Looking (Hot-Lanta Series) (18 page)

Did Michael really expect her to go after him romantically when he moved to Atlanta? Even if she did harbor romantic feelings for Micha
el, which she didn’t, she would never do anything about them because he was married. There must be something going on with his wife for him to act out like he currently was. 

Michael threw his a
rms up and yelled, “Nothing, I’m out of here. Sorry for ruining your night.”

Michae
l took off so fast Jane couldn’t even try to chase after him. She walked back into the club and sat down with everyone, they looked at her awkwardly and Albert finally broke the silence and said, “What flew up his dick hole?” 

That wa
s why Jane loved Albert he always took the tension out of things. She shook off what happened with Michael and tried to enjoy the rest of her night. She had another shot, courtesy of Austin and started feeling a little too good. She grabbed Molly and went out on the dance floor. She loved dancing especially when it was just her and her girl. She did enjoy just dancing with Brady but with Molly she didn’t have to make sure she was sexy. She could just let her limbs fly about, let loose and have fun.

A man
tried to come up behind Jane and grab her waist to dance but Albert thankfully finally pulled himself away from the baseball players and pushed the creep to the side. They were just three girls having a blast. Jane ended up having two more shots and one more drink. Within an hour she was having a hard time focusing.

She pulled out her phone and saw she had three text messages, all from Brady.
Uh oh. She went to the bathroom climbed in a stall, sat down and read her messages.

Brady: Hey babe, just making sure you’re ok. Michael text me and said he was breaking up your girls’ night.

Brady: Michael is texting me weird things, is he doing ok? He’s not bothering you is he?

The last message read…

Brady: Why did Michael just send me a picture of him kissing you and say I’m moving in on your girlfriend?

When did he kiss her? He didn’t kiss her, did he?. Maybe her cheek or was it on the mouth? She couldn’t remember either way she thought he took a picture of them smiling together. She was so confused and couldn’t think straight. She needed to go home and call Brady to clear things up. She met Molly and Albert out on the dance floor and told them she was going home. They both gave her a hug and Albert made one of his bouncer friends make sure she got a cab successfully and was taken care of. 

Jane struggled up her apartment stairs and finally made it to her a
partment after what seemed like a huge struggle in her intoxicated state. She unlocked the door, pulled herself out of her clothes and stretched out on her bed. The room was spinning big time. She couldn’t focus on one thing and when she closed her eyes to make the room stop spinning it felt like it started spinning even faster. She grabbed her phone and attempted to dial Brady. It took her 5 tries but finally her phone started ringing. She laid the phone on the pillow and laid her head on top.

                                                                      ***

Brady’s phone started ringing. Thank God Jane was finally calling him. He wanted some answers. Michael was being a huge douche bag and Brady wanted to know what Michael’s deal was. Brady answered.

“Hey
, Jane, are you ok?”

“Hey sexy.”
Jane slurred “I miss you, you’re so fucking hot. Did you know that?”

“Thanks sweet thing
, but are you ok, where are you?” Oh boy was she drunk.

“I’
m drunk Brady. The room keeps spinning.”

“What room Jane? Are you home?”

“Yes I’m home. I’m lying in my bed wearing only my thong. I don’t know what happened to my bra but these sheets feel so good on my skin.”

Brady had to keep himself from being turned on. He needed to make sure Jane was ok and then find out what happene
d between her and Michael but it was kind of difficult to not focus on the sexy tone of Jane’s voice and the picture she was painting for him. Damn, now was not the time to picture her rolling around in those satin sheets of hers, naked. He groaned and swore under his breath.

“I’
m glad you’re home. What happened with Michael?”

“Brady, I wish you were here. My nipples are so hard for you right now.
Mmm, let’s have phone sex Brady. I’m so turned on right now just hearing your voice. “

Brady knew talking to her right now was
going to be completely useless. She was too drunk to remember anything. He wasn’t about to have phone sex as one of the first erotic things they did together so instead, he decided he needed to get off the phone or change the subject. He decided to try to get off the phone. She was safe at home, in bed. She was ok. 

“Well I’m glad you’
re home Jane. I will let you get your sleep.”

Jane started to sniff. Was she crying? B
rady asked, “Are you crying sweet thing?”

Jane didn’
t reply. Brady asked again a little louder. Still nothing. Brady started to get frustrated until he heard Jane say, “Brady I’m so sorry.”

Brady’s heart dropped.
Did something actually happen between her and Michael. Before he could respond Jane hung up the phone. Fuck! What the hell was going on? He tried to call her back but he knew she was passed out. She was not going to answer. He slammed the hotel remote against the wall in frustration. He needed to get home.

What the hell was Michael thinking
? Brady was going to kill him. He was planning Michael’s death sentence when he got a text message, he looked at his phone to see who it was and the number was one he didn’t recognize. Who had his phone number? He hoped Jane wasn’t so drunk she was giving away his phone number. He opened the message.

Hey sexy, I have missed you so much. I want to meet up with you and run my hands all over your body, anything you want
.

              Did Jane have another phone? Brady was so confused. He sent a message back to the strange number.

Brady: Jane? Is this you?

Who the fuck is Jane? This is the love of your life, Laney.

Fuck! Double Fuck! How did she get his number? When they broke up he changed all his information so she couldn’t get in touch with him. What should he do? Should he text her back? He didn’t want Jane to think he was texting her but Laney needed to know she didn’t have a chance with him. He decided to send her a message back.

Brady: Where the hell did you get my number?

Laney: I have my sources. How about it Brady? I miss your dick and could really use a good fuck.

Brady: Go to hell and leave me alone you fame whore.

Brady turned his phone off. He didn’t want to deal with Laney anymore. What a messed up night. Just when he thought everything was going right for him, he leaves for a couple of days and his friend or who he thought was his friend, was hitting on his girlfriend and his ex-girlfriend was trying to weasel her way back in his life. Well Laney could go to hell for all he cared and Brady needed to get to the bottom of Michael’s intentions because to hell if he was going to sharing Jane. She was his.

Chapter 14

Jane woke up to a beeping noise in her ear. She lifted her head and groaned from the pounding that vibrated through her head. Ok, small movements, that would help that jackhammer making a mess of her brain.

Ugh she had way too much to drink
last night, damn those lemon shots.

Beep.

What was that noise? She tried to place the irritating sound but couldn’t focus. She moved her hand around and touched something smooth, oh her phone. She opened one eye because that was all she could muster at the moment and peaked at her phone. Three missed calls from Brady, shit. Did she talk to him last night?

She checked her text messages. She re-read the three she got from Brady and noticed something must have happened with Michael. What the hell? Then it all came flooding back to her. Michael was extremely close to her last night, confessed his feelings for her, got touchy and something about a
picture? Oh for fucks sake. All of a sudden there was a pounding at her door.

She got up and notic
ed she was only wearing a thong. Too lazy and in too much pain to dress herself she pulled the sheet off her bed around her and answered the door. She nearly got run over by Michael when she opened it.

“Michael, what the hell are you doing here?” Jane asked.

Michael ran a hand threw what little hair he had and came toward her.

“Stop right there buster. I have a feeling you got me into some trouble last night with Brady and you have some explaining to do.”

Michael’s shoulders sagged and he broke down emotionally. “Shit, Jane I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Things haven’t been good at home and reconnecting with you brought back all these old feelings. I was drunk and lost control. I sent a picture to Brady last night of what looked like me kissing you but I swear nothing happened. I tried to kiss you but you turned away. I tried calling Brady this morning and sent him a million text messages trying to explain, I haven’t heard anything from him. I’m so sorry.”

Michael looked terrible. S
he didn’t know things were bad at home. She pulled him into a hug then grasped his head in her hands and looked in his eyes. 

She said, “You need to talk to me Michael, you can’t keep things all bottled up…”

She was about to let go of him but she was interrupted by Brady stepping into her apartment and saying, “What the fuck is happening here?” 

Jane’s
heart dropped to the floor. Oh my God. This so did not look good. She had a sheet tied around her body while her hands were holding Michael’s head showing off what looked like a lover’s embrace. Brady’s eyes blazed with fire. His fists were clenched at his sides and he looked like he was about to punch Michael so hard his face would fall off.

Jane was
extremely nervous. If a fight broke out between them there was no way she would be able to break them up especially only wearing a bed sheet. She would have to go next door, grab Mr. Mendez and have him poke the guys with his broom stick until they stopped. 

Michael stepped away and said, “Dude
, I swear this is not what it looks like. I came over here to apologize for over stepping my boundaries last night. I swear nothing happened.”

Brady closed in on Michael, inches away from his fac
e. Jane’s heart started to pound incredibly fast. She didn’t know what to do. Should she throw herself between them? They wouldn’t hurt a girl, they would probably just push her to the side and take each other out.

Brady breathed
heavily and gritted out, “Get the fuck out of here.” 

Michael didn’
t say another word. He looked at Jane apologetically and took off. Brady just stood there looking out the door. He turned to Jane and blackness filled his eyes. She thought he might actually combust. He was so not happy. She couldn’t lose him over something so stupid. He turned away from her and started to walk toward the door.

Jan
e tripped over her sheet while grabbing Brady’s arm and pleaded, “Brady, please don’t go. Let me explain.”

Brady looked her up and down and that was when she realized when she tripped over her sheet she actua
lly stepped on it making it fall off completely. She was standing in front of Brady with only a thong on. The fire in Brady’s eyes turned from anger to pure lust. Jane just stood there frozen, breathing as if there was an anvil on her chest. Brady kicked the door shut with his foot and charged toward her separating them only by inches. His hands skimmed up her arms and then down her sides, scraping the side of her breasts with his thumbs and then he stopped at her waist. He wrapped his fingers under her thong and pulled her close.

Jane had to focus on breathing bec
ause if she didn’t she would pass out. She wanted this man so bad.

Brady lowered his head toward Jane’s and started to kiss her, deep
ly. He had never kissed her like this before, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He skimmed his hands over her bare butt and ran one hand all the way up her back and into her hair, sending chills down her spine. He pulled her head even closer and drove his tongue further in her mouth, claiming her as his. She was throbbing everywhere begging to be touched in places she hadn’t been touched in a while.