Something For Your Ugly Mood

MARK

I tried to take my eyes off Alexa and the throng of men that were shamelessly dancing with her on her mini-stage, but I just couldn’t, and it was very obvious that she was enjoying it.

Frankly, if I didn’t know Alexa well enough, I would have sworn that she wasn’t the woman on that stage; maybe her lookalike, but definitely not her. I had never seen Alexa that sexy and alluring, and as I watched, my jaw clenched in annoyance. 

How dare those godforsaken paid male prostitutes have the nerves to touch Alexa that way? Worse, her witch of a friend, Noelle, continued to scream and urge her on, and even more annoying that the money Alexa sprayed on them were mine.

“Mark,” Vector called. “Mark,” he called again, and when Mark still didn’t answer or even take his eyes away from Alexa and her escapade, Vector decided to snap his fingers.

“What?” I asked, turning to Vector, my eyes blazing with anger and rage. “What is it?” I asked him gruffly.

“You have been staring over there for too long,” Vector said carefully.

“This is a public place and I am allowed to stare at whoever I please,” I said harshly, almost barking at Vector to back off, and easily, he raised his hand in surrender and continued with his drink.

Damn, I knew that I shouldn’t be staring, especially realizing that Alexa knew damn well that I was looking, but I just couldn’t help it. No one should be touching her in that manner, and worse, Alexa’s audacity and wildness was gradually driving me insane.

“I would die to be in that chamber right now,” Mickey said, his words slurring lustfully.

“Dude, cut it out,” Vector warned Mickey, because he knew that I could be dangerous when I was mad as hell, and that singular statement can drive me up the wall.

“What? He is just being honest,” Barry added. “Besides, even Mark cannot take his eyes off her. I bet he is getting turned on by just watching the sexiest game play out in Dancing Devil tonight!” He said.

I could no longer stand their words, especially as they were referring to Alexa. If this was a total stranger, I would not give a fuck, but not Alexa. Even though we were only married on paper, she was mine, and it made my blood boil, because nothing of mine is ever allowed to be out here like this or spoken about in this manner.

“One more word from you and you will not be using those lips of yours for the rest of the night,” I warned Barry darkly.

“Jeez, man, I was only kidding,” Barry said, and then he got up. “If you are going to be all cranky, I might as well change tables so that I can have a great night in peace,” he said and walked to the other table.

“Well, I don’t see why I should still be here,” Mickey said.

He took his drink and followed Barry to the other table, and the other men joined him, leaving just me and Vector on this table. Not like I gave a fuck whether they stayed on my table or not.

“Aren’t you joining them?” I sneered, glancing at Vector and expecting him to do the same.

Honestly, I would even prefer to be left alone so that I could nurse my anger in peace, but Vector shook his head, disappointing me.

“I won’t,” Vector answered. “However, Mark, I think you should…” Vector started carefully, but when I glared at him angrily, he swallowed the rest of what he wanted to say.

Taking my eyes back to Alexa, I saw that she was now enjoying the parade a little too much. My heart squeezed in pain at what was going on, and when I heard some remarks from the table that Barry, Mickey, and others had relocated to, I just couldn’t stand it.

“No, I have had enough,” I said and got up abruptly.

“Mark, where are you going? What are you doing?” Vector asked frantically, confused and wary of my move, but I was far too gone to give him any attention.

I walked towards the chamber that they had paid for. Gosh, that was like the most expensive and private chamber in Dancing Devil, and Alexa was controlling it tonight. Well, she had enough fun, and I intended to put an end to this foolery and stark humiliation.

My anger was burning hot.

The moment I got close to the chamber, two broad-chest bouncers stopped me.

“I want to speak with the lady,” I said through gritted teeth.

“You have been particularly restricted from this area, sir,” one of them said, much to my rage and embarrassment. “I highly suggest that you return to your table or risk being escorted out of the bar,” he added.

I glared at them, but it was obvious that they were acting on instructions, and I knew more than anyone else that if I insisted, I would end up humiliating myself.

No, I was a much respected and bigger man than that.

Angrily, I turned and stormed out of Dancing Devil.

The drive back was excruciating and too long for me. This would be the first time that any woman, especially Alexa, would act this way towards me.

“She has no idea who I am,” I said in fury.

Walking away wasn’t out of cowardice or surrender, and I would show Alexa the kind of man that I was, even if it was the last thing I could do. 

As soon as I got to my house, I hurried upstairs and went straight to my bedroom. I was so enraged that I felt like punching the wall or destroying something, but I stopped right in my tracts when I entered the bedroom and saw Ivy lying on my bed, half-naked and enticing.

The same bed that was supposed to be I and Alexa’s matrimonial bed.

“Something for your ugly mood, baby,” Ivy invited sexily.

I walked towards her slowly, wanting to forget Alexa and the torture she was putting me through.