She had curly, platinum blonde hair and she was wearing a tiny skirt and a blouse that revealed her flat abdomen. Her skin was tanned, as though she spent regular hours under those sun tanning capsules.She touched his arm and gently pulled him to her. Nick responded by touching her chin and whispering something to her, which made her laugh giddily. The sight made me want to puke in disgust. I felt as if the knot in my stomach tightened painfully and I felt the urge to run to Nick and punch all his teeth down his throat.You filthy womanizer, you fucking idiot! But of course, I could only scream at him inside my head. Nicholas had every right to do what he does best: pick up easy girls dressed like bitches in heat!“So, how does this work?” Brett asked. “Are you going to stand by his car and wait for him to finish with that girl, or is the girl going home with both of you?”“I am not sure. I guess we’ll find out,” I replied.“You can always catch a ride with us. If you have his house
“Atkins didn’t look too happy,” Brett said.“Don’t care!” I muttered.“Sure you don’t,” Brett said, giving me a knowing look through the rearview mirror. I rolled my eyes at him. “Now, explain yourself. You called my girlfriend a disappointment.”My face immediately turned redder than it already was. “No, no! It wasn’t you. I was lost in my thoughts. I was disappointed with the turn of events. That was what I was thinking about.”“Nicholas Atkins flirting with that blonde,” Brett said.“No! Of course not!” I said. I sounded a little too defensive.Terry turned to stare at me as if she was seeing me for the first time. “Ken Clarke, what is going on?”“Nothing. I just gave Nicholas Atkins a chance to get laid.”“He didn’t look as though he wanted to get laid. He looked as if the girl of his dreams just walked away from his life,” Terry said.I raised a brow at her. “You a romance writer or something?” I asked sarcastically.To my surprise, she giggled. “Actually I am. I have two publish
I went to bed half past three in the morning after two glasses of whiskey, thinking that would make me tipsy enough to give me a good night’s sleep. But after an hour in bed, my dreams turned into nightmares. Nothing changed much. I still go back to that night. The man and my father visited me in my dreams again. As usual, I was waiting for Nicholas to save me. But tonight, he never appeared. As if he’d forgotten to save me, or perhaps, he’d given up. I bolted up from bed, wide awake. Tears were streaming down my face and I was shaking in fear. I was quick to reach out to the space beside me, hoping to be in the comfort of the arms that rescued me that night, and each night afterward. But all I felt was the cold and empty sheets over the soft, unoccupied mattress. I hugged my legs to my chest, resting my head on my knees. I realized that this was the stupidest thing I’ve done all week. I should have known that I wasn’t ready yet. Because of my stupid pride, I have forgotten that my w
“You don’t have to say it. I don’t think you have admitted it to yourself yet. But you know you do. You like him. And it’s okay. Almost all of us who went to school with him fancied ourselves in love with Nick at least once in our lives. We were a few years younger than him. He was the most popular boy in school then. He was the hottest and the smartest too. Every girl in school wanted him.“He was charged with destruction of public property. That wall by the beach was old—and too white! They painted a mural on it overnight. It was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. Going to juvie didn’t make Nick less popular with the girls. Actually, it made them want him even more. And to think, he covered up for all his friends? Admirable.“Up to this day, nobody knew who vandalized that wall with Nick. He didn’t tell a soul who worked with him even when the police offered him a deal to let him off completely. My family will forever thank Nick for that.”“Why?”Terry smiled thoughtfully. “Because o
“You mean the girly side of me?” I asked in an annoyed tone.“The equally stylish side of you, with a little bit of finesse. I’m not going to ask you to wear skirts but let’s just say that maybe you should try to make Nicholas think twice next time he calls you ‘brother,’ ‘boy,’ or ‘boyish.’”“Really? This is about Nicholas again?” I was starting to get mad.“Come on, Ken Clarke!” Terry was getting a little frustrated now. “I didn’t say chase him or seduce him. I just said, make him look at you twice. You like him. You’re denying that. But one day, you’ll admit it to yourself. And trust me, when you do, you will want him to see you as you are. Not as a little brother or as an androgynous roommate, but as the beautiful girl that you are.”I stared at Terry for a long time, unable to believe what she just said, and unwilling to admit that she might be right.Am I ready to admit it to myself? Do I want Nick to see me as a girl? Do I want him to be interested in me?I took a deep breath.
Just that thought alone made me want to drag Terry toward the counter. She had a point. If only Nick would know that even if I wear boyish clothing one hundred percent of the time, underneath all those clothes, I also have a hot body. The only difference between me and the skanks he takes home with him was that I don’t display mine for public viewing or auction.Terry pulled me into a shop that sells cocktail clothes afterward. I stopped by the door and raised a brow at her.“What?” she asked innocently.“I distinctly remember saying no Ken-turns-Barbie,” I said a little crossly.“I want to shop, too, you know. This is for me,” she said. I highly doubted that and yet I still came into the shop with her.For lack of nothing better to do, I checked out the racks to see the clothes that they sold. They were nothing overly fancy, but the styles were rather chic, simple but fashionable. Many of the cocktail clothes on display were flirty and sassy in bright colors of green, pink, yellow an
“Seriously? It’s a lame event. I’ve got better things to do here. It’s not about her, man. I’m totally over it. And I wish her well… Nope… Actually, I don’t care… I’m done…” It was Nick, speaking to somebody on the phone. “You can’t blackmail me into agreeing to this! That’s not fair, man! Come on!” He sounded frustrated this time. Like the person on the other line said something he could not say no to, even if he didn’t like it.I turned around and found him sitting on his reclining chair. His hair was in total dishevel and he was wearing a pair of dark blue pajama pants and a white shirt.I heard him take a deep breath. Then he said, “I’ll think about it. But trust me, if you’re cooking something in your head, it’s not going to work, man. That ship has sailed. Talk to you later.”Nick stared in space for half a minute. He looked as if he was remembering something, as if a part of his history just came back to punch him on the face. He took a deep breath and then he turned to me. Whe
Nicholas was standing between my legs, with both hands resting on top of the counter, only two inches away from my thighs. In a way, he was caging me, blocking my way so there was no way for me to escape him. His face was less than a foot away from mine. I could feel heat emanating from his skin. I could smell his faint, fresh, masculine aftershave.“N-Nick,” I said again, my heart pounding wildly. I was sure he could hear it hammering against my chest.He inched his face closer, testing what I was going to do, seeing if I would push him away. But my hands were frozen into fists resting above my thighs.“You owe me a kiss, kitten,” he said.My eyes widened. “W-what?”He raised a brow. “Remember our deal? One hit, one kiss.”“When did we… when?” I asked incoherently.He smirked and then he replied, “When did we agree to that? Last week. I suggested it. I remember you saying being kissed by a guy is gross. But I do not remember you saying no to my suggestion. When did you hit me? This m