Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 12

CHAD

May 9th 2018

Quickly jogging out of the bar hoping to catch up with Lisa. I see her exit the club and I watch as she jumps into her car and takes off speeding. 

I jog back towards my office and pick up my phone, tapping at the screen. When I find her number I swipe the call icon.

The phone rings until it cuts off and goes to voice mail.

"You've reached Lisa, Leave your name and contact details and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." The phone makes a beep sound ending her message.  

"Look I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I know I'm an ass and I can't help it. Just come back so I can apologise." I sigh and swipe the end Icon.

I throw my phone back onto my desk and walk out to find Maddie to have a little chat about her duties and responsibilities in my house where the clients are concerned. 

"Maddie," I call out as I knock on the door of her room. 

She opens the door, popping her head out moments later. "Yea boss." She plants the weakest smile on her face I've grown accustomed to. 

"Let me in, we need to have a little chat about yesterday's incident." I rub my jaw.

"Ummmm. Shall we go back to the bar?" She nervously says tucking the loose curls around her face behind her ear. 

"Why would I want to walk all the way back to the bar for a two-minute conversation where I do all the talking and you just listen?"

I place my hand on the door and push my way in being careful not to hurt Maddie in the process. I take a look around her room and my eyes land on her bed.

"What the fuck happened there." I point to the bed scowling at her.

"I did a little remodelling." She shrugs her shoulder carelessly. 

She looks at the bed and smiles." what? Don't tell me you don't approve?" She pops her gum and throws a wink my way. 

"Oh no, it certainly brings out the colour of the walls. Poo shit brown's never looked better." I grumble.

It's the third bed in three fucking months straight! What kind of fucking goes on in here?

"Explain Maddie." I turn to face her. 

These bitches must seriously think I'm made out of fucking money. I can't afford to keep replacing beds, fuck swings, toys, and tables. Of course, I want the guys to come here and have a fucking blast. I just don't want them fucking tearing up my house and expecting to walk outta here without any reimbursement. 

You walk into an antique store and they have signs plastered up on their door and walls clearly stating

'YOU BREAK IT YOU PAY FOR IT' 

"The twins paid me a visit yesterday." She answers dreamily as she sighs with a ridiculous smile on her face. 

Right, the 8th of the month the freaky Bastards.

"Fucking Russell and Bruce," I mutter. 

"Hey, hey. Snap out of it." I click my fingers in her face trying to bring her back to existence. 

She slaps my hand away as she stands there twirling her finger in her hair and popping her gum.

I reach out and pinch her nipple. 

"Ahhh you fucking WANKER CHAD!" She screams at me. 

"There you are sunshine. Thought I lost ya there for a second." I smile brightly at her.

"You could have let me enjoy a few more seconds before bringing me back to see your ugly mug." She cups her breast rubbing her nipple.