Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 21

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CHAD 

May 10th 2018

“Goddamn those mother fucking crutch munching cowboys!” I yell as I barge through the doors of the club. 

I fucking told Maddie they wouldn't let my beat-up face in the strip clubs. 

“Tell them you're an MMA fighter.” She said.

I did, and the doorman had the nerve to stand there and laugh at me with a death wish hanging off the tail of his crooked nose. 

“Mate, have you seen yourself?” He chuckled as people flowed through the doors looking at me. 

“Yeah, I'm the underdog,” I smirked, trying to sound tough. 

“Yeah, No one's going to believe the bullshit that just came out of your mouth, Chad.” 

“What the fuck you mean by BELIEVE?” 

I felt offended!  

I just wanted to get myself some cheap pussy. 

I head towards the bar desperately in need of some hard amber liquor as the humiliation still raw. I enter the room and it's empty and uninviting.

 Just the way I like it. I smirk, thinking to myself. 

I walk behind the bar and pull out a chilled glass from the fridge. The condensation tickles the tips of my fingers as it gradually trickles down the side of my hand. I reach for the bottle of whiskey and pour myself a generous dose over ice cubes as they sit in the bottom of the glass. I bring my drink up to my nose, sniffing the harsh aroma it offers as I swirl it around, creating a baby whirlpool. I take a large sip of the lavish liquor, closing my eyes savouring every moment as it deliberately slides down the back of my throat, swallowing it like a champ. 

I draw a deep breath through my nose and wonder what mischief I can get myself into for the day. 

“There you are,” Caddie comes limping through the door.

I look up and see her walking in carrying her baby.

“Uh, what the fuck is that?” I point to the little titty sucking piglet. 

“That,” She says with fury eyes, “Is my son and your fucking nephew.” She stalks towards me, and I'm thankful for the bar countertop between us.

I don't think my gorgeous face can survive another woman's deadly touch. I'm a delicate man who needs to be loved, not beaten like a dog. 

“He can't stay here.” I take another swig of my drink swallowing back the words that threaten to come out and do me wrong.

“That's fine by me.” She scoffs and turns around, walking towards the door again.

Oh hell... No. 

“Where the fuck you going now?” I call out to her in disbelief. 

Shit... I must be running a holiday inn for my girls without consciously realising it. Next thing ya know, they're gonna wanna bring their parents in for a quick show and tell tour.

“If Jaxson can't stay, then neither can I.” 

"Don't you have anyone that can look after him? I need you here, Caddie... Your milky breasts are high on demand since you've been absent.” I plead, proving my inner-self right.