#u kno the drill. u mentally fix the mistakes urself bc if i try to proof read this again

[toxiclittlethoughts]

@midnightsaboteur

It’d hardly been three weeks since Madalyn had been back in New York; traveling from country to country and show to show somehow never entirely shaking the way her encounter over NYFW hadn’t fallen from her thoughts yet. Even during what was meant to be a business dinner she had arranged the designer sat in her chair as fidgety as she was distracted. The conversation between the others at the table practically lost on her throughout the night. It wasn’t exactly that the time she spent with TR kept popping into her mind -- the sex was well worth the second thought. It was that he kept popping into her mind, even more often since she’d been back in town. 

She found herself taking second glances at almost every blonde man she’d crossed paths with, only to mentally scold herself after. Why did she care if one of them was him to begin with? And if one were him, was she double checking in order to see him or avoid him? More importantly, why did she find herself letting him creep into her mind as often as she had? This wasn’t something normal for her, it wasn’t anything she was used to or even knew what to do with. Even having sex since him, Madalyn kept finding herself defaulting back to TR, so much so that at one point she swore she there was a night where she simply wondered what he was doing -- a night she’d done well to blackout entirely since. 

It was frustrating beyond understanding, finding herself growing more annoyed with him every time he came to mind. Never even really knowing why he kept popping into her thoughts -- well, maybe she knew. He was unconventionally good looking yet some how equally traditionally handsome, he was as confident as she was and god could she get lost in the different tones in his eyes had she let herself. His body, and how he appreciated damn near every inch of hers... For anyone other than Madalyn it would have made perfect sense. But for Madalyn? It left her aggravated... annoyed... and somehow at the entrance of his nightclub a few hours later.

Feeling like she’d barely remembered the rest of the dinner up until the moment she was walking inside. Seeming to come to a version of her senses as she heard herself rationalizing the appearance; not even knowing if he was even there, she told herself between the staff and regulars somehow word of her being there would at least get back to him in order to force him to think about her. To put him in the same frustration he was. And then once again shushing her own mind, feeling unsettled in giving the man far too much thought already as she tried to take a few discreet glances over her surroundings as she moved towards the bar, slipping onto one of the open stools as she was greeted by the bartender, giving him a casual smile and her drink order Madalyn damn near felt like a teenager again. Putting herself somewhere she knew he could be -- simply waiting to see if she’d be noticed or not, pairing it with the insistence she’d only be there for one drink.

#midnightsaboteur #thread: madalyn & tr 01 #u kno the drill. u mentally fix the mistakes urself bc if i try to proof read this again #i'll just end up adding another paragraph (:. #also 🖕bc i am so freakin tired of you being right