Hot Southern Mess (Hide Your Crazy) (24 page)

“See you tonight
, Danielle.” I waved. The cop outfit was going to have to make an appearance on another Halloween, considering no one would take me serious in a dress that barely covered my ass. With my luck, I would be confused for one of the strippers, and fuck, I’d already dealt with that crap enough tonight.

Chapter 23: Don’t make me use my handcuffs.

The music was blasting
and the lights were kept low, except for the stages where the women were dancing. Everyone was in costume, except the guys, and well, maybe the girls with no clothes on. The last count I took on Playboy bunnies was six, but I’m sure I had missed some somewhere. There was no shortage of alcohol tonight, considering I watched as the bar backs were constantly stocking the wells; making me wonder how drunk everyone was going to get tonight. I only had to worry about eight boys tonight, and, well, hopefully Megan was keeping contact with four of them. Brantley was permanently on my shit list, and dealing with a drunken Brantley would only end in disaster.

I pulled out my phone
and sent a quick text to Megan to check on PD and making sure she stayed sober. While I waited for a response, I took one quick look at the four idiots on the couches, and wandered over to the bar for a drink.

“Can I get a coke?”

“Rum?” Cat woman asked with a smile.

“No thank you,” I responded. How in the world she managed to get her body into that black latex suit was a mystery; considering there wasn’t an ounce of give to the black shiny contraption.

She smiled when she handed over the short glass, and I returned the favor. Sniffing the glass before I brought it to my lips, I was satisfied that it didn’t have anything extra in it, and let the liquid slide into my mouth.

“Look what I brought you,” a voice giggled to the left of me.

Turning my head, I already knew who was standing next to me.

“I’m not wearing that,” I stated, narrowing my eyes at Danielle.

“The fuck you’re not. Trot your happy little ass into the bathroom and put this sexy number on. It’s Halloween and everyone has to be in costume; that includes you, my dear.”

“I’m working.
” I rolled my eyes at her. I doubted if she could see the gesture, but it didn’t matter anyway. There was no way I was getting into that tonight.

“I think you should,” Reid’s voice whispered on the other side of me, sending an instant heat to my lower region.
I don’t know what irritated me more; the fact that my body was so eager to bend over for this man or that my mind fought me tooth and nail in keeping my clothes on.

“I’m working,” I replied again, silently yelling at my girly bits to calm the hell down. There would be no getting
jiggy with this man tonight, or ever again for that fact. It was easy to believe that crap I wagered in my mind when he was being an ass, yet the moment the Reid I was so drawn to appeared, all sanity seemed to end up in the gutter.

“Yes you are, but
that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be in costume.” Reid smiled, taking a sip of whatever was in his glass.

“See, even sex god over ther
e thinks you should put this on.” Danielle wiggled her eyebrows, thrusting the costume towards me.

“I don’t have any shoes, sorry.”

“Do you realize what I do for a living? Seriously, do you doubt my skills?” Danielle laughed, holding her other hand up with a pair of black peep toed pumps.

“You must be crazy to think that I could wear those.”

“I can’t wait to see those on my floor later,” Reid growled softly in my ear.

An instant blush swept my already eager body as the thoughts of doing naughty things with this man again invaded my brain.
Seriously, my body was the devil.

“Hurry up and put these on, I need
to get back to getting smashed.” Danielle laughed, dumping the costume and shoes into my arms.

“You are nuts………………
” I started to say before being pulled toward the back of the club. Reid had clutched my elbow and had already started out on his trek to the manager’s office, as I walked by the rest of the band members, totally engrossed in the women dancing on top of them.

The light glared into my eyes as we bolted through the door, shutting it quickly with a loud bang.

“I need you,” Reid rumbled, instantly pulling at the hem of my shirt.

“Not going to happen, Reid,” I threatened, using the little remaining sanity my mind had held on to, and taking a step back from his outstretched hands.

“Just real quick,” he begged. His eyes sparkled with an evil lust. I knew
what he wanted, and truth be told, I wanted the exact damn thing. I would gladly let him slam me up against that wall and take me quickly; but I wasn’t a fuck buddy anymore. I had to respect myself, and being a walking buffet for this man whenever he felt like it wasn’t how I wanted to live my life.

“I’m not a toy
, Reid. So, if you don’t mind, I have a job to get back to,” I snarled, narrowing my eyes at the insatiable man standing before me.

“I never said you were a toy.”

“People have feelings, Reid. God damn it, I have feelings! I’m not going to open my legs for you, knowing that you are still getting serviced by women at the different stops on this tour.”

“Do you really think that
I have that little respect for you?” His body tensed as he stood before me.

“Reid you might respect me, but
you don’t respect the fact that I have needs and wants, too,” my voice wavered. I couldn’t break down now; I still had the rest of the evening to work. Getting all emotional and shit would only cloud my judgment, and that normally resulted in me doing something absolutely stupid. If I let my emotions take hold, the next thing I would be doing was getting naked and letting that man bend me over right here.

“Have you seen me with anyone since I bro
ught you to my house, Molly Anne?” Reid questioned, his voice was dark and cold.

“Yes, Reid.
You have paraded several women around since then. There is no way in hell that I’m ‘special’, so stop trying to claim anything different.” I had to bite down hard on the inside on my cheek; this was the only way the tears wouldn’t fall from my eyes.

Reid’s stoic expression didn’t
change; a blank stare was all that appeared over his beautiful face. I would kill to know what he was thinking, but knew that this man had more secrets than the damn mafia.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. That was never my intention.”

Before I could blink, Reid was at the door, quickly turning the knob and stepping back out into the music.

“Just walk away
, Reid,” I yelled, catching my trembling lip between my teeth. The man didn’t even look back as he shut the door behind him. “Fuck me,” I moaned as the tears started to spill down my cheeks.

It’s amazing how a simple interaction can alter your entire thought process. I would like to believe I was a strong woman. Someone that stood tall for my convictions, and never let the world wavier the decisions I made for myself. There was already too many what if scenarios in my life, that adding another was like tipping the scale of justice. It just didn’t make sense to give up on this interaction just because my mind had already made what it thought well known.

I was told on multiple occasions
, that I thought too much when I was younger. I just needed to go with what my heart was telling me, and that was the hardest thing to come to terms with. I struggled for so long on finding the person who I wanted to be, that letting my heart lead me in any direction other than what my head told me was a struggle I still dealt with daily.

So there
I stood, replaying what just happened over and over again in my head. On one hand my mind has told me from day one that this is nothing but trouble. Keep your head held high, Molly Anne, and move on. But then again, my stupid little heart screamed take the chance, what was it going to hurt. Apparently I didn’t believe in my own personal sanity; since I had been flip flopping back and forth with this problem the entire time I’ve known him.

Dropping the costume to the floor, I grabb
ed the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head. I guess my heart had won that struggle, as I was naked in mere seconds before my brain had even registered what I was doing.

Sure, I looked like total hooch in this costume, but hell, it was Halloween right? At least I wasn’t a bunny or a naughty nurse, considering there were tons of them flittering about tonight. Pulling my cap down low over my eyes, I pulled the door closed behind me. Taking that first step in these preposterous heels was like a newborn giraffe walking on ice; nothing sexy about that. Taking a deep breath, I brought my eyes off the floor and quickly glanced around the club. Not a single person was looking at me. Why in the world did I ever think that all eyes would be on me tonight
; wearing this little number was just stupid? Girls were wandering around buck ass naked, and I was worried about the short hem line, and my nipple rings showing through.

I needed to do a count of all the guys, make sure none of them had snuck off
, considering I had to somehow herd the children into cars and back to a hotel later tonight. Wandering around the perimeter of the room, I tried to stay out of the stage lights, but was suddenly blinded as I rounded the second platform.

“Hey, B
aby, you want to come use those……………….ah fuck? Molly?” Tysen stumbled, raking his eyes up and down my body.

“Yep,” I managed to squeeze out, carefully
and nervously shifting on my unsteady feet.

“You look fucking hot,
but please don’t tell Reid that.” He groaned, his eyes begging for me to keep his secret. “He would kill me if he heard me say that to you.”

“
Tysen don’t worry about it. There is nothing between Reid and me anyway,” I said loudly over the thumping music.

“Have you told him that?”

Shaking my head, I offered a smile to the bassist. One Black Laden member down, three more to go.

I found Brody on a couch with several blondes dancing around him. He was a total man slut, enjoying every moment a girl’s naked tits jiggled to the beat. Ryder wasn’t hard to spot either, sitting on the opposite couch with a couple girls himself. A bunch of male whores was who I worked for. As long as they didn’t try brining any of these chicks back to the hotel, I didn’t care how many times their dicks got wet tonight. I just silently prayed they at least wrapped it each time it happened. The thought of all the disease that lurked around this place tonight was enough to send me into an OCD cleaning spree, just gross.

“Are you done being all
pissy with me, Molly?” Brantley’s voice came from behind me. It felt like ice rushed through my veins as my name rolled off his lips. As I turned around, I had never wanted to throat punch the idiot more than I did right now.

“Have you seen Megan?
” I asked coldly. Sure, kicking him in the balls wasn’t the right thing to do. And yes, I would definitely think twice before doing it again; but it doesn’t stop my mind from replaying the satisfying incident over and over again in my head.

“You look hot tonight. I can’t tear my eyes off of you.”

“Well, I’m sure there is a willing victim for you to catch your thrills with tonight,” I seethed. This man had gone and lost his damn mind coming after me again.

“Molly, you know how this wo
rld works. Give me another shot; you know I’m worth it,” Brantley teased, cracking that smile that caused woman to drop their pants.

“Sorry, not going to work this time,” I snapped, swiftly turning to storm off. My quick retreat wasn’t as graceful as I played it out in my head, since my heels didn’t exactly swivel like the rest of my body did.

“I’ve got you,” his voice snaked through the air as his arm made its self-comfortable around my waist.

“Didn’t I make myself clear last time
, Brantley?” Reid’s voice suddenly boomed.

Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed Reid a few feet away, seething like a pissed off bull. Brantley didn’t need to be wearing red tonight; Reid had already set his sights on the jackass.

“Really, Reid, you are pathetic. Can’t you see she doesn’t want you?” Brantley taunted, letting the ends of his bastard lips curl up in a smile.

I braced myself on the floor and firmly shoved the nimrod away from me,
causing him to stumble backward slightly.

“First off
, you drive me absolutely insane. Everything that comes out of your mouth is complete bullshit, and if I had the chance again, I would use the pointy end of these shoes and ram them right up your ass.” I glared at Brantley. He really was delusional if he thought anything would ever happen again between us. “And you,” I whirled around to face Reid, “I don’t need Prince Charming to ride up on his damn horse and save me. I don’t need saving, Reid; I can handle this situation perfectly fine.”

“Molly, you are so sexy when you’re mad
.” Brantley laughed, licking his lips.

“Walk away
, Brantley; last time I’m going to warn you,” Reid once again piped up, taking a step closer to me.

“Not now
, Reid,” I uttered, placing both of my hands against his chest. Even my touch couldn’t break the tension between the two over grown man children. Once again, I was the reason both of these egotistical rock stars were fighting with each other.