“Yes, Master Madi,” I tease as I shove my phone into my purse and switch off the light on my way out the door behind her.

Apparently Jax, this guy I’ve never met, has this huge, all out party at his house once every month, and finally I have let Madison talk me into going. I work long hours at Stylin’—the hair salon I work at, and by the time I get home the last thing I’m worried about is partying it up and getting wasted out of my mind.

We’re in the cab for about twenty minutes before we pull into what seems like a mile-long driveway. I look at Madison, who seems giddy as can be and then back beside me out the window. It’s already dark, so there’s not really much that I can see besides trees, bushes, and statues. I can tell that it’s beautiful though, and well kempt. Whoever owns this place pays good money to keep it looking nice.

“Look, if we don’t pull up at this house in the next two seconds I’m tapping out. Seriously, who needs a whole block as their driveway? It’s insane. Maybe we should just go to Flynn’s, get some beer, and play some pool instead.”

Madison grins like a maniac as we pull up in front of what looks like a fucking brick mansion. It’s insanely huge. Okay, so I may be exaggerating a bit, but it still looks like three of our houses put into one. It’s lit up by some kind of blue lighting in the front and has a huge fountain off to the right side of the door that people are standing around, with drinks in hand. There’s at least a hundred or more cars and motorcycles parked in various spots in front of the house.

“I need a drink and fast. Our boss is a grade-A-bitch and I still want to choke her over what happened this morning. Fucking old, stuck up cunt.” She tosses the elderly cab driver a twenty-dollar bill, blows him a kiss, and gets out of the cab. I shake my head at the guy and hurry out of the cab as he looks me up and down and wiggles his bushy eyebrows.

Trying not to fall, I jog up the pathway to catch up with Madison. “Nice, Madi. I think Old Man River just ejaculated on himself while looking at my tits.” I shake in disgust and let out a small breath to calm myself. “If we get stuck with him when we leave, my ass is walking.”

“Hey, old men need release too,” she teases. “Don’t be so selfish.” I slap her arm and she laughs before throwing her arms up and swaying her hips to the small group of people gathered around the fountain talking. “Just promise me you’ll try to have fun. I know this isn’t your thing, but I swear it will be fun. There’s a good chance that you will meet some cool, laid back guy and forget about Colton and his small dick.”

I can’t hold back the laughter that erupts when she calls Colton’s dick small. I told her that one time when we were both trashed. I never for one second thought that she’d remember that night. I’ve spent the last six months hoping that she won’t get pissed at me and out me to Colton. I seriously have to kiss major ass every so often and butter her up a bit.

“Thanks for the reminder.” I hold up my pinky and wiggle it around. “Thank God for fucking vibrators.” Hey . . . I might as well have a little fun out of the situation. Colton can be an ass sometimes.

“Hell yes! Exactly!” She presses a hard kiss to my forehead, no doubt leaving her big red lip prints. “Screw Colton. Thank fucking God for vibrators and let’s have fun.”

I grab her arm, slowing her down as she begins walking away. “That doesn’t mean I’m here for guys. He’s still my boyfriend. I promise I will have fun tonight, but no guys for me. Just drinks. Got it?”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, honey. Colton is temporary. He’s already been around for six months too long if you ask me. If he were doing it for you, then his size wouldn’t even bother you. It’s how he works it that should matter, so I’m guessing he’s falling short in that department too.”

I open my mouth in surprise, but close it when I realize that I really don’t want to get into this conversation tonight; not when I’m stuck here with her for who knows how long.

I met Colton six months ago when he came into the salon for a haircut. He spent the first two months making me feel special and wanted, until he got me right where he wanted me, and now the last four months have been spent with him working what seems like twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. If I’m being honest, no, he doesn’t satisfy my sexual needs . . . not even close. Does that give me reason to dump him? Madison seems to think so.

She pushes the enormous blue door open and pulls me into the foggy, dim house. The music blasts through the rooms, mixed with shouting and laughter as Madison dances her way through the crowd, bumping people with her hips to get through. Some people look back at her with glares, while others just ignore her and move out of the way. That’s what I love about her. She doesn’t give a shit, and usually, I don’t either.

We push our way through two large rooms until we finally find our way into the kitchen. We stop in front of what appears to be a drink buffet. “Drink choice for the night, sweetness?” Madison asks loud enough for me to hear her over the fast beat of the blaring speakers.

“Vodka and anything,” I scream back. “I don’t really care as long as it’s strong enough to make me forget about tomorrow altogether.”

“Gotcha, honey.” Madison reaches for two plastic red cups and searches through the various bottles of liquor for any kind of Vodka she can find. She holds a bottle up in the air and winks when she finds it. Then she walks over to the table covered with pops and juices and snatches up the bottle of lemonade right before some uptight chick with too much makeup reaches for it.

The girl rolls her eyes at Madison and places her hand to her hip.

“Calm your tits, sweets. I’ll be done in a sec,” Madison says with a careless smirk.

I watch as Madison pours our drinks, making mine a double. “So do you actually know anyone here?” I move in closer to her as more people push their way into the kitchen in search of fresh drinks. I feel suffocated now, as bodies bump into me and stand all over me, acting as if I’m not even there. Someone even tries dancing behind me, bumping me with his crotch repeatedly.

“Jax.” She pushes my drink into my hand before looping her arm through mine and passing the lemonade over to the other girl. “I met Jax a few weeks ago when I was on that date with that loser Gage. He took me to that fancy restaurant and bored me to death. Remember that?”

We push our way outside to the back of the house and walk over to stand next to the gigantic pool. It’s definitely a lot quieter out here and I can actually breathe. It’s a little chilly for an August night, so no one seems to be interested in swimming besides a small group of half-naked partiers in the hot tub that are drowning in drinks and getting fresh, sharing each other’s girls.

Note to self: stay the fuck out of the hot tub.

“Yeah, but I don’t remember you telling me that you actually met Jax. I thought you just knew of him and his parties through one of your friends.”

She takes a sip of her drink and licks her lips. “Oh I met him alright and he is one fine piece of man. The finest. Let me tell you.” She smiles and nods to someone behind me, before biting her lip playfully.

I look over my shoulder to see a handsome guy with dark, styled hair and a short beard, dressed in a white Henley with dark jeans. You can see his sleeve of tattoos through the white fabric. He winks at Madison before going back to talking to his group of friends.

I turn back to Madison to see her face red and her drink now almost completely gone as she chews on her straw playfully. “I’m going to take a wild guess here and say that hot guy back there with the twitching eye is Jax.”

Madison nods her head and her smile broadens.