Chapter 2—He Doesn't Care

Rose Hastington 2 weeks later…

I smiled widely as I arrived at the club. I needed to let out my stress. Even though I would see Max, I didn't care. Today was Kenneth's birthday, and he had invited us all to the usual club.

I walked into the club wearing a really sexy black dress with cuts at my waist. I really loved the feeling of wearing a dress that revealed my skin, especially when I thought about seeing Max's reaction. I had already promised myself that I wouldn't talk to him or interact with him. I hated his guts.

"Hello, boys." I walked in their direction. "Happy birthday, Kenny." I hugged him and kissed his cheek. He thanked me and just let me enjoy the party. "My girls!" I hugged them all one by one, and I saw Max's face darken.

"What the hell are you wearing?" I heard Max ask, and I ignored him.

"So, how about we dance on the dance floor?" I asked the girls, and their face lit up. I got a big glare from their husbands.

"That's a great idea," Sophia squealed, but when she stood up from her seat, Aaron held her firmly. "Aaron!" Sophia smacked his hand.

"Let's go," Janet said when Sky wasn’t paying attention while talking to Ken and Sebastian.

"Don't even think about it!" Alex said before Angel could even stand up. Angel kissed his cheek and whispered something to his ear, and Alex let her go. I wondered what she had whispered to him about.

"Let's go!" I pulled all of my girls to the dance floor, even it though it was hard to separate them from their husbands at first. We started to dance carelessly and just swayed our hips to the music.

"What the hell, Janet!" I heard Sky dragging his wife away as someone started to ogle at her. I chuckled but continue to dance with Sophia and Angel.

"It's been a long time since I got to do this!" Angel said, and I smiled to her.

"Let's party secretly sometimes," I said, and she gave me a thumbs up.

“My knees are hurting. I can't dance for long," Sophia said, and I laughed. She fell down the stairs last week and hit her knee quite hard. I gestured her to go back, and she went away, but Angel and I still had fun. It was just me and Angel now. Suddenly, Angel looked behind me.

"Ohh, a hot hottie is checking you out.” She smirked, and I pretended to turn around to see the guy she was talking about. I saw a blond guy walk toward me and smirked.

"I'll leave you alone, girl,” Angel whispered, and then she left me. The guy started to give me a wink, and I gestured for him to come closer. We danced together for awhile until he landed his hands on my bare waist. I circled my arms around his neck, and I smiled, looking into his blue eyes.

"What's your name, sexy?" he asked.

"Vella." I wasn’t lying. Vella was my middle name. How come this guy was asking for my name? I guessed he was anti-social man.

"I'm Alfonzo. Call me Al." He smirked and started leaning his face closer to mine.

"What a sexy name to scream, Al." I was basically flirting with him, and he started feeling up my back with his hands. I ran my hands down his chest, and he squeezed my butt. He pulled me in and crashed his lips to mine. His hands were everywhere on me, and I had missed this feeling…just making out.

"You want to go?" he asked, and I crashed my lips against him again when suddenly, my body was pulled back. I turned to see Max, who was giving Alfonso a really deadly glare. Al looked at him in shock. Of course he knew Max. Who didn't?

"Let me go." I pushed Max’s hand away and walked away. What a bastard. I walked back to where the others were and sat beside Angel, who was currently drinking her cocktail.

"What happen with the hottie?" she asked.

"What hottie?" Alex asked, and she ignored him.

"Max ruined it," I hissed as I scanned the dance floor again.

"He's jealous."

"Jealous? He slept with other woman in front of my eyes, and he dared to get jealous from me making out with someone?" I was more that pissed.

"Boy brains don't work that way, Rose." I was startled when Alex butted into our conversation.

"How do they work, then, Alexander?"

"We're selfish. We think we can do everything while you girls don’t…for example, I won't let my wife get jealous, but when it comes to her, I get jealous all the time, and all I want to do is throw away any guy who dares to kiss her. We work like that. I know it sucks, but swallow it, Rosey." He smirked, and Angel kissed his cheek.

"I thought you were in a good terms with him?" Angel asked.

"I decided to stop. He's not worth it. I've waited 11 years, and now, it's time for me to move on." I sighed and took my cocktail.

"11 years. I almost went crazy loving Alex for such a long time—and he didn't care," she said honestly.

"I did care a little, Angel," Alex said, and Angel rolled her eyes.

"Love hurts sometimes. When I said I liked this guy, he completely blew me off, and I had to wait like an idiot for him to come back." Angel pointed her finger at Alex.

"But I came back."

"Hush, Alex!" she snapped and smiled at me. "I suggest you move on, Rose. Hurting yourself for that long is enough." She held my hand. “Find a new hottie," she added and winked.

"Did I miss something?" Sophia asked as she plopped down beside me.

"She's moving on from Max," Angel mouthed so Alex couldn’t hear.

"Ohhh, nice idea. Find a hottie here," Sophia said, and I nodded.

"I’m getting married to Austin in two weeks," I stated to them slowly, and their eyes widened.

"So you agree to it?" Sophia asked, and I nodded.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, the invitation will arrive at your house today or tomorrow." I sighed and sipped my cocktail.

"Has Max heard about this?" Angel asked.

"Him? He won't care. Why are you hoping he will care? Let him see me getting married." I was pissed.

"I bet he will get pissed. Seeing you making out with someone else already got him mad, so I'll bet he will blow up when he gets the news that you're getting married."

"I didn't send an invitation to him, though."

"You didn't?"

"Your husband will tell him."

"Let's see what he will do," Sophia said.

Suddenly, I wanted to know how Max would react, even if I tried not to care.