Page 63 of Dance for Me

Vanessa read the text to Michelle. “Oh, okay. That was maybe a little cold but…”

“Michelle!”

“No, never mind it’s fine really,” she widened her stare with a sip of her coffee. “I mean I probably would have been nicer.” Vanessa was getting ready to throw her napkin at her. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“Uh, uh. I already feel bad enough,” Vanessa stood up from the table. “I should probably go check into the club, work on some more designs. I feel like if I’m actually there, my brain works better.”

“Alright girl, well text me later. Let me know if Doug gives you any shit.”

Vanessa smiled and headed off to the club.

When Vanessa got to Pink Lace, Jazz and Owen were at the bar.

“Hey guys.”

Jazz flew off the bar stool and stood directly in front of Vanessa. “Hey, um… what are you doing here? I thought you would take another day off and sketch or something,” Jazz gave her a nervous look and Vanessa held up her laptop.

“I am but I figured I would work here,” Vanessa glanced over at Owen, with his not so cheerful self. “Is Jack in his office?”

“No! Uh… he’s not here.”

“But I saw his car outside.”

Vanessa went to move out of Jazz’s way and head upstairs to see Jack, but Jazz quickly side stepped in front of her. “What’s going on guys?”

Jazz sighed. “Listen, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, but Jack is in his office with Trixie.”

Vanessa’s heart went into overdrive and she felt a rush of nausea. “Oh yeah?” Vanessa stormed past Jazz and up to Jack’s office.

“Vanessa, wait!” She heard Jazz yell, but it was too late. She was already at the top of the stairs. She smacked the door open so hard that it hit the wall behind it. There he was sitting on his desk, Trixie in between his legs, her lips planted on his. They both turned to see her standing there and Trixie couldn’t hold back her evil smile.

“Vanessa!” He jumped up from where he sat and pushed Trixie forward. “This is not what it looks like!”

Vanessa felt like the world just crumbled around her. “Oh, it’s not huh… because from where I’m standing, it looks like this bitch was in between your legs kissing you. But my bad, guess that’s not what it looks like!” Vanessa spun around and ran downstairs.

“Vanessa!” Jack was hot on her heels.

She ran right past Jazz and Owen who said nothing, and out the door. Jack caught up to her and grabbed her arm, turning her to him. Vanessa didn’t want him to see her crying, but it was too late. She wasn’t strong enough.

“Please babe! I know it looks bad, but I wasn’t the one who kissed her, she kissed me right when you walked in.”

Vanessa tried pulling away from his grip. “Oh, fuck you Jack! What the hell was she doing in your office to begin with?”

“I wanted to tell her things were done between us, even though I haven’t slept with her for a long time, I wanted her to stop her flirting shit,” he pulled her in closer. “Please babe, I’m telling you the truth!”

“You couldn’t just text her that?” Just when she was about to give in, she pulled out of his hold. “I’m sorry Jack, but I can’t do this back and forth thing with you anymore.”

She saw Trixie over his shoulder, standing in the doorway, hands on her hips and an evil smile on her overly done up face. “That’s right, Jack doesn’t want you, so why don’t you go back to wherever you came from.” She wanted to walk over there and smash her face into the pavement.

“Trixie! Shut the fuck up!” Jack yelled.

Jazz and Owen watched the whole thing. “Vanessa, baby please. You know that’s not true. You know how I feel about you… please just come back inside.” Vanessa’s breathing was out of control and she felt dizzy. Trixie standing there, still smirking.

“You’re dead bitch!” Without any further thinking, Vanessa somehow got past Jack and lunged toward Trixie but Jack caught her around the waist and hauled her to his chest. The look on her face alone, was worth every bit of it, even if she didn’t succeed in tearing out her hair.

“Dayum!” Owen said next to Jazz.

Keeping her eyes on Trixie, she yelled, “I hope you two are happy together!”

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