Free Monitored (The White Coat Series Book 3) by D.D. Parker Page B

it. “Are you going to do it or not?” I took the shot glass from her and placed it back on the counter. I would have smashed it for dramatic effect, but I didn’t want to ruin Alexander’s VIP room and I figured glass would be dangerous. So I put it down as a sign that it was the end. This was going to go nowhere.
    She stood there, her face flushing red and then returning to normal in what seemed like seconds. Not much unlike how a drunken chameleon would react in this situation.
    “Why are you so invested in this, Blake?” she asked, spinning around and latching her emotional talons onto the douchebag. She completely ignored Alexander as she stumbled around him and stood in front of Blake. She looked like a drunkenly crafted marble sculpture, wobbling on both legs, her designer dress riding up scandalously high.
    “She didn’t want to.” It was all he said, I didn’t need him to say more.
    “You were awfully fucking quick to give me a demand.” Her aversion to dominance was showing. “You just jumped right out and told me, commanded me, to drop her.”
    “You’re drunk, Sadie.”
    Never, ever, blame a drunk person’s anger on their drunkenness. It is guaranteed to end badly.
    “Are you fucking joking?” she spat, her left handballing up into a conspicuous fist.
    Blake stood up, meeting her at eye level. “Calm down, Sadie.”
    Also: never, ever, tell an angry drunk person to calm down. It is guaranteed to end even worse.
    “You are fucking joking.” Sadie reeled her hand back and sent it flying at Blake, pent up anger, years of suspicions, of curious glances, over the shoulder looks, all that anguish, it all left its mark across Blake’s arrogant face. Her red, stinging pain was displayed on his face like a scarlet letter.
    “Ok, that’s it.” Alexander stepped forward and inserted himself in between them, both now staring daggers at the other.
    “Watch them,” Blake said, still staring at Sadie. Another tense moment passed before Blake turned and walked out, his stance unwavering. He didn’t look back at us, not even when Sadie yelled out another expletive.  
    Them?
    That was a curious word to us, grouping us together. I wasn’t able to think too much on it only because Sadie had now turned her anger towards me. I couldn’t help but feel like Sadie still had some pent up anger she needed to take care of, and now seemed like the perfect time to do it. She didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, her green eyes honed in on me, on the spot where her fist would meet my face. Alexander noticed this and tried to talk some sense into her.
    “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not true, Sadie. Trust me, this is blowing up when it shouldn’t be.”
    But it was true.  
    I walked up next to Alexander, our hands brushing together, being next to him still sent me shockwaves. Knowing what could happen between us, it was like a secret vision of paradise. So I stood next to him and we both faced Sadie’s wrath, directed now at no one in particular. It was either Blake’s incompetent assistant or the potential whore he was defending. I could see it in her poisonous glare.
    “No. I’ve been with Blake for seven years now. I know when he acts weird, when something isn’t… normal. He’s never been the guy to jump up and talk like that, and so forcefully? No. Not Mr. Image-Matters-All-The-Fucking-Time.”
    It was true. He had let one of his exteriors crack. It revealed the commanding, conniving Blake Evans that I knew to be true. Not the celebrity plastic surgeon that gave everyone their dream boob job.
    Alexander paused, giving Sadie all the time she needed to jump back in. “You don’t even have a comeback. What is it? Huh, Sky? Did you go in for a nose job and come out with a fucking happy ending?” Her eyes blazed a trail over my face, down to my feet. I started feeling a little shaky, that flight or fight response kicking in and mixing up the signals. I felt like I wanted to fight, I