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“Go back to your date, Maddy,” he sighed. “I will see you in two weeks.”

He no longer sounded high. The lust had faded. He sounded like a fuck in the bar bathroom was just what he needed and now he would move on with his night.

“Yeah, sounds good,” I said as monotone as I could. He didn’t move at first and for a minute, I thought he was onto me. That he knew I was upset. But then he kissed my shoulder with a peck one more time before opening the bathroom door and leaving me alone.

I turned and locked the door behind him, making sure he could not come back in or that no one would come in. I crumbled to the floor, the tears coming faster now. So much confusion lacing through my body.

I wanted more.

But I wanted less.

I wanted him.

But I wanted us.

Chapter 27

Ethan

I walked back to the VIP area, convinced I looked thoroughly fucked but unable to give a shit. I didn’t exactly have a light and a mirror to make sure I was put together. But I had to return to my friends.

I hated leaving Madison alone, but I knew we couldn’t leave the bathroom together. Plus, when I told her I loved her and she stayed silent, it fucking hurt. We always left with telling each other we loved one another. Did sex change that?

I didn’t think it did. I never thought it would change that at all. But she never returned my words.

And it. Fucking. Hurt.

Fuck.

I didn’t completely regret fucking her in the bathroom, though. If dancing with me was going to cause her to get wet, I would be damned if she was going to go off and dance with Tyson fucking Black. No way was he going to benefit from me turning Madison on. I wasn’t working her up and leaving her hanging.

If I was the one that made her hot, I was the one that was going to take care of her. And I did.

And everything was very Madison and Ethan. Even the sex.

But then it wasn't. She shut down. She clammed up.

When she was done, she was done. I guess she finally got the dirty bathroom sex she wanted and that was all there was to it.

On the flip side, I was ready to pitch again. I felt rejuvenated. Not just from seeing and fucking Madison, but from the sudden burst of random rage I had. I wanted to take it out on whoever we were facing next.

I wanted to pitch mad.

The only saving grace I got from the rest of the night at 678 was when I returned to the VIP area. Tyson was chatting with some of the guys and when he looked up and saw me walk by, I was willing to bet my slider that he knew I fucked Madison.

I was done giving a shit, though. Eddie raised an eyebrow at me and I waved him off and that was all there was to that. Everyone else kept quiet.

Including me.

After a few more minutes, I excused myself and made my way to the exit as I ordered an Uber to take me home. When I got outside, I had 6 minutes to wait until my Uber arrived. I thought I would be waiting in peace, but instead, Tyson saddled his way up next to me.

“Are you following me?” I asked like I was fucking 12.

“No, I am taking off.” I looked at him quickly, shocked and oddly pissed he would leave Madison hanging. “Madison texted me that she left already,” he added, “Again,”

Huh?

I just shrugged. I didn’t want to talk to him. And I was not surprised Madison left. She was too good of a person to fuck someone and then have a merry night with someone else.