“Well I’m really impressed, it’s
fabulous. I’m glad we came.”
The bartender hands us our drinks and
Pyper pulls bills out of her bra and slaps them on the counter. The bartender
grins slyly at her, but Pyper turns and we start making our way to look for
seats. With perfect timing, a few girls have just vacated a couch, so we snag
their places before someone else beats us to it.
Pyper turns to me, takes a sip of her drink
and then asks, “What article are you working on right now?”
“Funny you should ask, because I thought
I would ask for your help on this one. I’m working on an article for Martini magazine. Each month, their
magazine is comprised of a lot of sex related articles, along with the usual
fashion fluff and celebrity interview.” I take a sip of my drink and continue,
“The article I’m working on is Things You
Should Never Say to a Guy. Want to weigh in?”
Pyper immediately smiles devilishly at
me, “Absolutely. What do you have so far?”
“Well of course the worst thing you can
say to a guy is, ‘Is it in yet?’”
Pyper laughs loudly, almost spitting out
her drink in the process, “Yes! Definitely not a good thing to say! You may as
well kill him instead. Less painful!”
Her reaction has me laughing too, “True.
That would certainly be more humane! I don’t think I could ever do that to a
poor guy! Next is the ever popular, ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’”
Pyper laughs and then admits, “I may or
may not have used that line once or twice myself.”
“Why does this not surprise me, Pyper?”
“Hi ladies, excuse the interruption, but
can I get you another drink?” A very petite blonde-haired waitress asks us,
interrupting our conversation. Pyper answers, “That would be great! We are
drinking vodka cranberries. Thanks!”
“Sure. Be right back.”
“Okay Olivia, what else have you got?”
“How about ‘Does this make me look
fat?’”
“Oh! There are sixteen thousand possible
answers to that question and any one a guy would mutter would be incorrect.”
“Exactly!” I laugh.
“How about ‘Size really does matter!’” Pyper suggests.
I snort at that one! “Yes, that or,
‘That’s it?’”
Pyper and I laugh so hard we can barely
breathe!
While we are trying to catch our breath,
a couple of guys walk up and stand in front of us. We look up into their
smiling faces to see one guy has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the other has
brown hair and brown eyes. They aren’t bad looking and they seem friendly. “Hi
ladies, my name is Dylan and this is my buddy Ken. We couldn’t help but see you
two laughing over here and we thought we would come over to see if we could be
let in on the joke,” says blondie.
“Yeah. What are you two hot girls
laughing so hard about?” says Ken. I really want to ask him where Barbie is.
That would be rude though, and cheesy.
Pyper looks at me with a smirk.
“Actually, I bet you boys would be able to contribute to our conversation. My
friend Olivia here is writing an article for Martini magazine about the things a woman should never say to a
guy. Care to weigh in?”
They both take seats, a little too
closely, one on either side of us and we proudly tell them the answers we
already have.
“Well you forgot, ‘You remind me of my
Dad,’” Dylan suggests.
“Ewww! Don’t tell me you’ve actually
heard that before!” Pyper gasps while wrinkling her nose in disgust.
Dylan just shrugs in answer, and Pyper
and I giggle in response.
Ken says, “Oh my personal favorite, ‘Oh
my God, thank you for the drink! I can’t believe the bouncer fell for my fake
ID.’”
We all break into hysterics. I can’t
help but ask, “Oh my gosh! What did you do?”
Ken looks at me like that is a crazy
question, “Well I ran, of course.”
We all laugh harder, the alcohol we’ve
consumed adding to the humor.
“Good contributions guys, thanks for
being such good sports.” I definitely have some good material for my article.
While we’ve been chatting, the waitress
returned with our replacement drinks we ordered, plus Ken and Dylan bought an
additional round as well, slippery nipple shots for all of us. I’m definitely
starting to feel more than just a buzz. I’m slightly nauseated and realize I
haven’t eaten anything since we had a light lunch of a salad at the spa. Not
good.
“So tell us ladies, how good of friends
are you?” Ken asks raising his brows at us.
“We are best friends, pretty much
sisters,” Pyper says. “Why do you ask?”
Ken looks at Dylan and the look they
exchange makes me feel uneasy. “We were just wondering if maybe we could interest
you in a foursome. You are both gorgeous, and with the way you two were
laughing and talking with us, I know you find us attractive too, so what do you
say the four of us get out of here and go make some fun of our own?” Dylan
asks.
Pyper and I look at each other, totally
grossed out and speechless.
“Hell to the no.” I tell them.
Before they can utter a response, Pyper
tugs on my arm, “Come on, let’s go get our dance on!”
I smile and nod at her, words seem
beyond my ability at the moment.
Pyper grabs my hand, tows me to the
dance floor, and keeps going until we are in the middle of the moving mass of
bodies, safely escaping the two creepers we left sitting on the couch. The
speakers are blaring techno music and it feels like it’s echoing inside and outside
my head. I close my eyes, trying to center myself and end up losing myself to
the music. I raise my arms above my head and move my body to the beat. Pyper
links her fingers with mine so we can make sure we stay together and not get
pushed apart. I squeeze her hands gently and keep dancing.
I feel a body come up behind me,
pressing against mine and it startles me. I open my eyes just in time to see
Pyper being pushed flush against the front of my body because Ken is behind her
pressing himself against her, which means the asshole at my back is Dylan.
“What the hell?” Pyper asks.
“Dance with me baby,” Dylan slurs into
my ear.
Dylan grabs my hips and slams his pelvis
into my ass. I can feel his erection against me, and I am immediately
uncomfortable and pissed off. “Pyper…let’s go.”
“Guys, we don’t want to dance, we are
going to head home,” Pyper tries reasoning with them.
“I don’t think so,” says Ken. “You
ladies have been teasing us all night, we know you want us, now let’s dance.”
Ken smashes his hips into Pyper’s ass, making her slam against me again. Her
head smacks into my mouth and I taste blood almost immediately. I cry out and
cup my mouth with my hand. I can feel the inside of my mouth where my tooth
just cut it starting to swell.
“Oh God, Olivia, I’m so sorry! BACK OFF
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES,” I hear Pyper start screaming, trying to get us away from
Dylan and Ken, but they just won’t listen. People around us start to realize
there’s a problem and finally, I see someone pull Ken away from Pyper. He’s a
big guy and I hope he’s a bouncer. I’m still struggling to get away from Dylan
when I hear, “Get the fuck off her.”
I freeze.
I can’t move.
I know that voice.
It haunts my dreams and my memories.
I am still cupping my mouth and I look
over at Pyper, eyes wide to see her eyes matching my own while she’s looking at
the person standing behind me.
I feel Dylan get pulled away from me and
the voice I could never forget says, “Ian, escort both of them the hell out of
here. They are not to return again, ever.”
I very slowly begin to turn around and
look right into the eyes of Luke Easton. The first boy I ever truly loved. The
first boy that ever broke my heart. My high school sweetheart. The boy that
I’ve never been able to forget. The boy that was supposed to love me forever.
That boy is now a man and he takes my
breath away, his blue eyes as mesmerizing as I remember.
I suck in a breath. I feel sick.
“Hello, Olivia.”
I remove my hand from my mouth, open it
to respond…
And throw up on his feet.
She was broken when I met her, shattered from the death of her sister and running from love. Not to sound like an egotistical douche or anything, but I fixed her. Put her back together, filled in the cracks, and made her whole. A true fairytale in her eyes.
