Tainted Love(32)

“You are mine, Kalie. Don’t take that shit lightly. Get changed.” He smacks my ass while he walks out of the room.

Well, if that’s how he claims his women, consider me claimed. I smile to myself and run my fingers over my lips as butterflies erupt inside my belly.

I think about protesting about the dress issue but decided on a better idea. I shove on a more placid dress and put my skimpy one into my bag. Walking out to the living room dressed in a short, but not too short dress, which does not cling to my body at all, he looks up at me.

“Much better, baby,” Ade says coming up and kissing me on the forehead.

I fake smile and walk to the kitchen to pull out some vodka. I may be nice, but I’ll never let a man tell me what clothes I should wear, whether that’s Ade Nixon or not. I bring the bottle into the living room area where Phoebe is sitting on the couch with her eyebrows raised. Ever the over opinionated beauty that she is.

“Spit it out, Phoebs,” I say, twisting the bottle open.

She looks to Ade then back at me. “So hang on, you fucked him again?” she bursts out.

Ade throws his arms over the couch and laughs. “None of your fucking business, Phoebe.”

She stands and puts her hands on her hips. “Ade, she’s my best fucking friend. This is absolutely my business. Fuck.”

He shakes his head, spreading his legs out in front of him and I have to bite down on my lip to stop me from moaning out loud. I need therapy, I think.

“What’s the fucking issue, Phoebe?”

She laughs and begins to pace walk. “My problem, Mr. Nixon. Is that you’re a man-whore, who cannot keep it in his pants for more than a week. And you’re going to hurt my best friend because she doesn’t fucking roll like that! She’s not cut out for all this shit,” she yells throwing her hands in the air.

Ade gets up and makes his way to her. Swallowing my first glass of vodka, I wonder whether I need to tell him to stand down.

“One. Just because you’re Blake’s sister, and I’ve known you all of my life, does not give you the right to raise your voice at me. And two,” he responds smirking. “She is not one of my whores. She’s mine Phoebe, always has been.”

She pauses her walking and looks between the two of us. “Wait, so you’re together?”

I look to Ade and take another big gulp of the clear goodness. Straight from the bottle this time, there’s no need for a shot glass—we’re way past that.

He nods his head at her then looks back at me. “Yeah, and as of now, it is official.”





We’re getting into the huge stretch limo when my phone vibrates. Leaving it for now I concentrate on getting out of this nana dress I’m in.

“Oh, my fucking God, Kalie. What the fuck are you wearing?” Vicky asks with disgust.

“Shut up,” I snap at her. “Ade wouldn’t let me out of the house in what I wanted to wear, so I had to pack it into my handbag. Ta-da,” I say in a magician’s voice. Let’s face it I may be slightly intoxicated. Whipping out the short, skimpy dress from my bag, there’s nothing much to it. It’s tight, white, and strapless. Under the boobs are two straps that run across each other, showing half my mid-section and rib cage. Actually it’s pretty fucking scandalous. I paired it with red pumps and I was done. After shuffling around and squeezing into it, everyone stops and looks to me.

Alaina shakes her head, lifting up her glass. “Fuck. I am in so much shit for this.”

Vicky interrupts Alaina’s worries, pouring a drink into a glass and handing it to me. “So, you and Ade? Are you sleeping together again?”

I laugh and take a mouthful of my drink. I need to be more intoxicated if I’m going to get through tonight. I start to answer her when Phoebe steps in for me.

“They are not just sleeping together. He’s claimed her. Officially.”

Alaina gasps and whips her head around to me. “No freaking way! Are you serious?” She claps her hands with excitement.

Vicky looks shocked, but only a little. “You attained the unattainable,” she states, looking at me with a proud smile.

I laugh nervously. “Let’s not get carried away. It’s early days yet, and anyway, if he ever finds out about me dressing like this, I will be buried in his backyard.”

Alaina scoffs. “Actually he would bury you in, um…never mind. Not important.”

I widen my eyes at her and Vicky turns to where Alaina is sitting. “He tells you? You know, about everything in the club?”

Alaina peeks over her glass with innocence. “Who? Ade? Fuck no.”

Vicky shakes her head. “No, Zane?”