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“Broken Rules”
“Broken Promises”
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You can fool the world with your smiles,
but you can never fool your heart.
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CHAPTER 1
THOMAS
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CHAPTER 2
NADIA
So thoughtful
I placed a bouquet of lilies I bought by the cemetery gate on the
headstone and took a seat on a bench in front of Dad’s grave. Two years had
passed since I sat on that bench, looking at the letters carved in marble.
Arthur Grimwald
A loving father, a caring friend.
Daddy,
I’m back for good. I know I still have another year before graduation, but
I had to come home. I couldn’t stay in New York any longer. A lot happened
in the last few months, and I don’t know where to begin.
I guess I should start by telling you about Adrian. We were dating for a
year and a half. He was perfect, caring, loving, and so passionate about
life. He stalked me for a month, begging for a date. I was tired of telling
him no, and after that first date, we were inseparable.
You should have seen Adrian and Nick together. They were best friends
after half an hour. Nick adored him, and so did I, but five months ago
everything changed.
I’m not sure if I should tell you this. It’s so hard, Daddy, it’s all still fresh,
and hurts so bad.
I paused, skimming over the next pages, wondering if I had the courage
to tell my father why Adrian was no longer a part of my life. It took me a
moment to read again, but when I did, I didn’t hold back. I cried and
whispered the words, hoping that telling the story would help me move on.
Four pages later, I started the last one, feeling lighter, but still just a
shadow of the girl I used to be. Happiness started escaping my life bit by bit
on my eighteenth birthday. For a while I thought happiness was coming
back, but it was just calmness before the storm. Now I was stuck—relieving
the worst times over again, unable to move on.
I had to come back. I booked a flight, called Nick, and here I am,
wondering if I did the right thing. He would never leave me like that. He
was there when I was breaking; to pick up my pieces and put them back
together so I could carry on living.
I should have done more, but I don’t know what else I could have done.
Because of Mum, I struggle to trust people. Adrian fought for my trust for a
long time, and once he failed me, there was no way I could trust him again.
I wish you could be here to tell me where I made a mistake, but even if
you were, I would never tell you any of this. Just like I won’t tell Nick. He
wouldn’t understand. It would hurt him too much.
On the bright side, now that I’m back, I can help Mel more with the
wedding. Maybe that will take my mind off things. I wish you could enjoy it
with us. It’ll be amazing.
I love you, Daddy, and I miss you so much.
Tears marked my face. Talking to Dad was hard, but it was the one thing
I had left to feel connected to him. I wiped my face, stood up, and put the
letter into my back pocket. After one last look at the grave, I walked away
with my head down.
I had to get a taxi, but I would never use a phone at the cemetery. I took it
out when I walked through the brass gate.
“Nadia.”
I glanced away from the screen. Thomas was halfway out of the car,
waving me over, dark shades hiding his striking cinnamon eyes. I took a
few wary steps in his direction, watching as he got back inside and leaned
over the passenger’s seat to open the door.
“You didn’t have to come back. I would have called a taxi,” I said,
getting into the car.
Thomas took the shades off and studied my face for a moment, his eyes
growing heavy with what appeared to be concern.
“I had nothing better to do, and Nick asked if I would bring you back.”
“Did you wait long?”
He put the car in gear and pulled out onto the main road, the engine
murmuring like a wild cat.
“Why were you crying?” he asked, eyeing me as if looking for an answer
in my expression.
Few people would have the courage to ask, knowing where I spent the
past hour.
“It was a difficult conversation.”
“Conversation?” he scoffed. “He’s not around to answer, so you can’t call
it a conversation, Nadia. It’s a monologue.”
His ignorance brought a smile to my face. I enjoyed the brutal honesty.
We were alike in that way—I didn’t care for vagueness either. Or at least I
never used to. But recently, honesty was out of the question.
“That’s why I talk to him and not anyone else. Because he can’t answer.
Because he can’t pretend, he understands what’s going on when he sure as
hell wouldn’t.”
“How do you know?”
I forced a chuckle. “How could he if even I don’t understand it?”
My guard was down, my mind was at ease, and words poured out of my
mouth before I could stop them. The few minutes of Thomas’s presence
were enough to pique my interest. I couldn’t riddle him out. He didn’t come
across as approachable, yet he was easy to talk to.
Thomas stopped at the traffic light and turned in his seat, narrowing his
eyes. “That makes no sense,” he scoffed. “How can you not understand
what you tell him about?”
“I have been asking myself the same question for five months now.”
He turned back to watch the road. There was something sexy and
intimate about the way he sat with his elbow on the armrest, leaning toward
the middle of the car, and consequently toward me.
The smell of his cologne filled the small space, and the muscles in my
abdomen tightened as if on cue when he grazed his thumb across his bottom
lip, waiting for the light to change.
“Maybe you should talk to Nick? Maybe an actual conversation would
help?”
I shook my head, watching the road, when Thomas put the car in motion.
“I know my brother, and I can screen-write that conversation for you. I
know what he would say, and I know what impact my words would have on
him. In fact, you’ll get a glimpse of it later when he asks about Adrian.” I
rested my head on the headrest and closed my eyes. "Dad knows everything
because he’s not here to judge me. With him, I can get things off my chest."
We turned onto a woodland road, and within a hundred yards, we arrived
at our destination. Nick’s house looked like one of those pretty screensavers
—a medium-sized, traditional British cottage surrounded by tall trees and a
dark artificial lake.
Although lake was a slight exaggeration, it was more of a glorified pond.
Nick always wanted to build a house by the lake, but there weren’t any
available around London, so he settled for digging up his own little lake,
then built the house next to it.
I smiled at how much had changed during two years of my absence.
When I left, Nicholas lived in a one-bedroom apartment and drove an old
Ford Mondeo that resembled a death trap.
He told me about the record label idea soon after our father died. That
was the first time I heard about Thomas, but we had never met before. I
spent most of my time at a psychiatrist’s office and then left for New York
before the Record Label kicked off.
Fast-forward two years and he owned a beautiful house, was about to get
married to the love of his life, and together with Thomas made an obscene
amount of money thanks to C&G Records.
I was both happy and proud, but I regretted not being around to celebrate
with him then and there.
“Thank you,” I told Thomas, my hand lingering on the door handle.
“Will I see you tonight?”
He outstretched his hand over the back of my seat, his gaze jumping from
my lips to my eyes. “You will, baby doll.”
The front door to the house opened, and I only managed a nod before
exiting the car, my legs weak. Thomas raised his hand to acknowledge
Nick, then held my gaze backing out of the driveway and disappearing
behind a curtain of trees.
“So? What do you think? Not bad, huh?” Nick approached with an ever-
growing smile.
“Not bad,” I admitted, taking the picture-perfect scene in. “It’s amazing,
Nick.”
“Wait till you see your room. It’s overlooking the lake.”
He winked, then grabbed my hand and dragged me inside, showing off
the warm, cosy décor as if he chose the colour scheme and not his wife-to-
be. Dark wood and copper-coloured carpets created an illusion that the
indoors were just an extension of the outdoors.
I collapsed on the corner sofa in the spacious living room, sinking into
the masses of fluffy pillows in three different shades of orange.
An eight-hour flight and a five-hour time difference were creeping up on
me. For the last few weeks I didn’t sleep much, and now that I was home,
my energy evaporated.
The baby doll Thomas treated me with echoed in my mind, and every
time I blinked, I saw his face and those striking, cinnamon eyes.
“What time is Mel due back?” I asked to change the course of my
thoughts.
“Shortly after six. How about you get some sleep? I’m sure she won’t be
able to resist waking you up.”
He wasn’t wrong. Three hours later, I got out of the bathroom showered
and dressed in a beige skater skirt and a white long-sleeve top. Mel tackled
me as soon as I walked into the bedroom. Her face was flushed as if she ran
a marathon.
“Oh my God! I can’t believe you’re finally here!” she screamed in my
ear, rocking left and right.
I laughed, wrapping my arms around her. “Me neither.” I pulled away
when her bright red hair tickled my face. “How did the fitting go?”
“Okay, I guess. We’re on schedule, but there’s a lot to do, and not much
time. We’ve only got two weeks to finalise everything before I start work.”
Her voice rose an octave when the panic kicked in—she was famous for
the ultrasonic tone to her voice whenever she was stressed or excited.
“Don’t worry.” I squeezed her hand. “We’ll get it done on time. I
promise. If we can’t manage within the next two weeks, I can take care of
things by myself, since I’m not going back to school until way after the
wedding.”
She sighed, collapsing on my bed. “I know. I can’t believe it’s happening.
I mean, would you have ever bet on me marrying your brother when we
were in high school?”
“Not in a million years,” I admitted, looking at her reflection in the
mirror, “but I’m happy for you. You’re made for each other.”
It took time before I got accustomed to the fact that my brother was
dating my best friend. I freaked out when Nicholas told me. I was afraid my
relationship with Amelia would fall apart if things didn’t work out between
them.
At the time, I couldn’t imagine they would last longer than two months.
Then, the longer they dated, the harder I rooted for them, but it wasn’t until
Nick proposed that I got my peace. I needed tangible proof, just like with
everything else in my life.
Now I couldn’t imagine a better fit for my brother. Amelia was caring,
resolute, and bossy, which helped her tame Nick’s impulsiveness. He was
good for her too and got her hyperactivity slightly under control.
“Who’s coming tonight?”
“Thomas is here already. He kind of freaked me out arriving before
everyone else. He’s always late,” she said, playing with her hair. “Ethan
should be here in an hour … He was over the moon when Nick told him
you’re coming back. And Scorpio is coming with Jane, too.”
“Ethan?”
“Ethan Marks! Oh my god, Nadia!”
“I remember. I just didn’t expect him to still be a part of the clan.”
Amelia shrugged and clicked her tongue. “He stuck around. Oh, and
Alex might join us later.” A curtain of red hair covered her freckled face
when she decided to re-do her ponytail. “She’s got a massive crush on
Thomas. It’s fun to watch when she’s all puss-in-boots cute-eyes, and he
just doesn’t give a shit.”
“Not his type?”
“Neither are you, Missy.”
“What?” I spun around, two wrinkles on my forehead.
“You’re blushing, babe.” She pointed a finger at me. “I get it. He’s hot,
but he’s a playboy. He doesn’t do monogamy, and you’re in a committed
relationship! Stare all you want, but no touching.”
“About that relationship … I have something to tell you two.”
Mel’s lips curved into a Cheshire-cat kind of grin, and she glanced at my
hand searching for an engagement ring.
“If it’s what I think it is…”
“Don’t jump to conclusions,” I warned, but she ignored me, still smiling
like a maniac.
I finished applying make-up, and we ascended the stairs where Nicholas
sat in the living room with Thomas casually sprawled in the comfy-looking
chair in the corner. I hesitated for a moment, my mouth turning dry.
A diametrical change in his style added a few points to his good looks.
Instead of a suit he wore a pair of black jeans and a … white t-shirt. And
hanging over the armrest? A beige jacket.
Talk about coincidence.
He brought his eyes from the screen of his cell, and despite standing at
least ten feet away, I could make out the way his chest broadened when he
inhaled, his eyes taking me in inch by inch.
“Sleep well, sis?” Nicholas patted the space next to him.
I hesitated again, knowing damn well that sitting next to him meant he
would be touching me a lot. Nick was a very physical being. I used to be
too. I used to enjoy nesting my head in the crook of his neck while we
watched a movie.
“Not bad,” I said, taking a seat on the couch, a little further away than I
normally would’ve. “Although it’s weird without all the noise right outside
the window.”
“Missing New York already?” Thomas cut in.
“I bet it’s not New York or the noise she’s missing,” Mel said, bouncing
in the doorway. “Go on! Spill it!” She looked over to Nick, grinning.
“Nadia has something to share about her and Adrian.”
Nick’s reaction was identical to Mel’s—he smiled and glanced at my
hand, looking for a ring.
So much for calm news breaking.
There they were, expecting an engagement announcement, and all I had
were bad news.
Nick winked at Thomas, sipped on his whiskey, and looked back at me,
trying to contain his excitement. “So? How’s my future brother-in-law?
When is he coming?”
Nick met Adrian last Christmas and accepted him as a part of the family
less than a day later. It wasn’t surprising. Adrian made a great first
impression, and he was the kind of guy any loving brother would want for
his sister—kind, caring, and affectionate.
I sighed, looking up, hoping to find strength in the blue ceiling. “He’s not
coming.”
“What?” A frown replaced the smile on Nick’s face. “He’s not coming to
the wedding? Why?” Disappointment rang in his voice.
“I told you not to jump to conclusions.” I eyed Mel. “We’re not
engaged.” I let that bit sink in. “We broke up.”
Amelia gasped, covering her mouth. “You broke up?” she uttered, taking
a seat on the armrest of the couch.
Thomas snickered, drawing my attention. The look on his handsome face
read something along the lines of “I see what you meant.”
Nick stared at me, still shocked. “You dumped him? When? Why?”
He wasn’t making it easier with the higher than normal tone and
disappointment casting an ugly shadow on his face. I glanced at Thomas as
if he could help me somehow. He couldn’t. He wasn’t trying either. He just
sat there, the intensity of his gaze burning my cheeks.
“Two months ago. And who says I dumped him?”
“Oh please!” Nick threw his hands in the air, then got up. “He was over
his fucking head in love with you, and I bet he still is! Why did you dump
him?”
The accusation in his voice was making me livid. I wanted to scream at
the top of my lungs about what Adrian had done, but it wouldn’t help the
situation. It would make things worse.
“He changed. He’s not the same guy you met last year.”
There was nothing left of the passionate guy I fell for.
“What does that mean?” Nick demanded, clenching the glass he held so
hard his knuckles turned white with the effort.
“Oh, for crying out loud!” I fumed, and saw Thomas chuckling, which
made me smile a little. “Let it go. I know you liked him, but it didn’t work
out.”
For two months my relationship with Adrian played out in my mind on
repeat, and there was nothing I wanted more than to leave it behind.
Back in New York, everything reminded me of Adrian. In London, there
was nothing to trigger memories, and if Nick would stop talking about him,
I could finally forgive and forget.
God knew I wanted to start a new chapter, but despite my efforts and
determination, Adrian was still lurking at the back of my mind. And as
ridiculous as it was, I still had feelings for him. I still missed him, and it
scared me.
I was reaching a desperation point in my attempts to rid him from my
mind and heart. There wasn’t much I wouldn’t do to get my peace. I was
tired of tears and wanted to draw a line that would divide the past from the
present so I could live my future.
Nick remained silent, eyeing me with a frown. He finished his drink and
walked out of the room without a word. I assumed he needed a few minutes
to calm down, and I almost felt bad for yelling at him. He just wanted me to
be happy, and in his eyes, Adrian deserved to make it happen.
“I can’t believe you kept this quiet for two months!” Amelia scoffed, but
her expression changed from annoyed to compassionate in no time. She
took my hand and sighed, running her thumb over my knuckles. “How are
you holding up, sweetie? Need a girl’s night out?”
“I’m fine, Mel,” I said, retreating my hand. “Really. It’s for the best. You
better think of someone I can take as my date to your wedding.”
“I’ll take you,” Thomas cut in, focusing on me as if we were alone.
“You’re not cute, Thomas,” Mel spat out, rolling her eyes, “but thanks for
being so thoughtful.”
She never knew when to shut up. I was dateless, Thomas was handsome,
ergo—good enough.
“Can you dance?”
“No, he can’t,” Mel snapped.
Thomas smiled, satisfied. “Wear comfortable shoes.”
Nicholas came back with a tray full of shot glasses, and Thomas grabbed
the bottle of Tequila to do the honours.
Mel wrapped her hand around her fiancé’s neck as soon as he sat down.
She kissed him, a mischievous grin curving her lips. “Guess who Nadia’s
date to our wedding is.”
Nicholas turned to me, and then to his best friend, awaiting confirmation.
“Well … This might not be a bad idea. You’re my best man; Nadia’s the
maid of honour. You won’t have dates to entertain, and you’ll focus on
making sure everything runs smoothly.”
It sounded like he tried to convince himself that it was okay, but I knew
he dreaded not seeing Adrian at my side in seven weeks.
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CHAPTER 3
THOMAS
“Missing” posters
The more time passed without Nadia around the better I got at rational
thinking. Whatever she did to me in the parking lot evaporated when I
parked the car outside my house after dropping her off at Nick’s.
Then, for ten minutes, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my
reflection. Nothing about my appearance changed since the morning, but I
felt different. All because of a petite, gorgeous baby doll with eyes the size
of walnuts and the colour of dark chocolate. A doll whom I couldn’t have,
despite wanting her like I have wanted no one before.
I couldn’t have her because she was Nick’s off-fucking-limits sister; she
was a brunette, and after twenty minutes with her, I liked her.
All the reasons for not touching her were checked off, but it didn’t mean
shit. I still wanted her. I fucking craved her.
My brain didn’t take a holiday, it disappeared. Huge Missing posters
hung all over London as I searched for it.
I shook my head, amused at how much I had been thinking about Nadia.
It wasn’t like I ever gave a second thought to Ann, Grace or any other
blonde, but Nadia occupied my mind non-stop for the past two hours. At the
end of the day, all I wanted to do was fuck her.
Nothing more, and nothing less.
And as much as I wanted it, I could divert my needs to some nameless
blonde later.
Problem solved.
My fool-proof plan comprised of bagging the first good-looking blonde I
would lay eyes on. And it worked well right until it didn’t. I followed Nadia
out to the garden a few minutes after Nick finished interrogating her about
Adrian, and even fewer minutes after I offered to escort her to the wedding.
How very fucking thoughtful of you, Thomas.
Taking girls out wasn’t my style. Fifteen minutes was all I needed and
taking them out meant spending more than that in their presence which
meant complications—like not being able to take two or three girls to the
toilet during one party.
Whatever. I could abstain from acting like a jerk for one night, if it meant
Nadia wouldn’t arrive at the wedding with an even bigger jerk. By the look
on Amelia’s face, I knew which jerk she planned to shove into Nadia’s face
hadn’t I offered.
I wouldn’t let him take care of Nadia. I wouldn’t let him take care of a
fucking fruit fly, but I should have thought it through. The looks on their
faces ranged from stunned to disbelieving, and while it was nothing short of
what I expected from Amelia, the same look on Nadia’s face gave me the
creeps.
She knew.
She knew what kind of guy I was. Mel must have filled her in, and for
the first time, I was ashamed of my lifestyle.
Nadia sat on a fallen bough, which Nick failed to get rid of. The sun
headed west and the first rays of orange broke the sky, creating a
spectacular view over the calm lake. It wouldn’t be half as spectacular
without her in the picture though.
“You look gorgeous, baby doll,” I said, lighting up a Zippo.
Gorgeous was an understatement. The way she kept her hair draped over
one shoulder, falling to her chest, her petite posture and how she held a
cigarette in-between those full lips was hypnotic. But I still couldn’t put my
finger on what it was about her that had me so hooked.
The hair on my neck stood on end when she licked her lips, eyes trained
on me. The sight gave me a head rush and standing became tricky. I took a
seat beside her—which was not the best choice, considering her perfume
had an equally powerful brainwashing effect.
“I’m still trying to decide whether you’re being rude or flattering with
that baby doll.”
I took a drag and exhaled the smoke, trying to focus on something other
than her proximity, or the electricity jumping between us, but my heart was
beating its way out of my chest with a sledgehammer.
“Not rude,” I muttered, dropping my gaze to her lips.
Not grabbing her face in my hands and sinking into that perfect mouth of
hers was physically painful.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I rasped.
We were sitting outside, but there wasn’t enough breathing air around
once the atmosphere shifted from casual to roaring with lust.
She swallowed to make room for words. “I think you’re too close,” she
sighed, redirecting the blood flow in my body toward the inseam of my
trousers.
Instead of moving away, she inched closer. She wanted me to kiss her as
much as I wanted to do it, and that was all the green light I needed to risk
my friendship and partnership with Nick.
All for one fucking kiss.
And how could I not think about making love to her when she sighed like
that?
Fuck. You want to fuck her, Thomas.
God, I was doomed. Was my brain never coming back?
Everything else disappeared for a second when her nose almost brushed
over mine and less than an inch parted our lips. I was about to move in and
steal a kiss when she jumped back, startled.
I didn’t know what happened until I heard a familiar—suddenly very
loathed—voice coming from the open patio doors.
“Nadia!” Ethan exclaimed, charging at her.
My first thought was to punch his face to stop him from getting anywhere
near her. I suppressed the need to perform a knockout on one of my friends
to let some steam off.
Nadia got up, eyeing Ethan with a hint of dread. If I weren’t watching
her, I would have missed the way she glanced around as if looking for a
way out. Before she could make a move, and before any other brilliant idea
formed in my mind, Ethan helped—rather, forced—Nadia up and drew her
straight into his arms.
Nadia froze. I couldn’t see her face, but her body language spoke
volumes and clearly said that the greeting Ethan chose was the last thing
she wanted. She lifted a trembling hand and patted his back.
Ethan appeared nervous when Nadia stepped away, having only lasted
two seconds in his embrace, but an eager smile on his face covered it up
well.
“Amelia told me you would be here,” Nadia said, still looking unsure
about how to act around him.
She took a step back, ready to sit down beside me, but Ethan stopped her,
draping his arm over her shoulders with pure joy in his clear blue eyes.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, cutie.”
Nadia flinched hearing the endearment, and once again wriggled out of
his embrace. Her hands still trembled when she took a cigarette out of a
pack and looked at me, taking a seat.
Fear and pain I saw in her eyes earlier were clearer now. I didn’t like
what I witnessed. And I sure as hell didn’t like the way she reacted to
Ethan, or that I didn’t understand the last of it.
I took a Zippo out and offered it to Nadia, brushing my fingers across her
hand and watching in confusion as the trembling stopped.
“You all right, mate?” Ethan asked me.
He noticed nothing odd about Nadia’s behaviour and kept smiling as if he
won the lotto. If he had a tail, he would be wagging it all over the place.
Pussy.
My jaw clenched together with my fists. I still hadn’t stopped considering
whether to knock him out or not, especially after seeing the anxiety on
Nadia’s face. The need to protect her, despite not knowing what I would be
protecting her from, appeared out of nowhere.
Nailing Ethan would definitely help me calm down. If it weren’t for him,
I would have kissed her by now. Then again, Nicholas would have punched
my face if I did, so call it even.
What I got out of the situation was worth the wait. Nadia wanted me, and
I had no strength to deny myself her perfect mouth while knowing she
wanted me to taste her. Or maybe I was only justifying my weakness.
I looked over to the oblivious Ethan. “I’m good. You?”
“All the better after seeing this fine lady. How long has it been? It sure
feels like a century!”
Kiss-ass.
Nadia headed back inside the house a moment later with Ethan at her
side. I stayed, needing a minute or two to get my act together. I felt like a
bouncing ball for the better part of the day. When I touched the ground, i.e.
when Nadia was nowhere near, I was fine with not being able to sleep with
her. As soon as I bounced back up, my reason went to hell. Since a
bouncing ball spends way more time in the air than on the ground, I was
fucked.
Everyone sat at the table chatting and laughing when I walked back in a
few minutes later. Ethan watched Nadia with a visible softness in his eyes,
but she was too busy talking about art with Nick to notice his hearts and
kisses attitude.
Scorpio arrived with his girl, Jane, an hour later. Just like Ethan, he
embraced Nadia in greeting, and just like with Ethan, Nadia froze. This
time I saw her face. And more importantly—her eyes.
I was right. She was scared. She did everything she could to endure those
few short seconds in Scorpio’s arms, but inside I knew she was screaming. I
glanced at Nick, but he didn’t seem to have noticed anything odd about her
behaviour. No one looked alarmed, and that was why I stayed in my seat
instead of getting up to shove Scorpio away.
Maybe I misread her emotions? Maybe it wasn’t fear but aversion?
Maybe she just wasn’t a hugger?
I squeezed my neck, frustration growing by the minute. Instead of
looking for a way to kill the obsession, I pushed forward, deeper into the
madness. Deeper into the unknown.
“Taxi will be here in an hour, so we better get a move on.”
“We’re going out?” Nadia asked, taking a seat beside me once again.
It might have been wishful thinking, but I could have sworn she sat
closer than she did minutes ago.
Ethan turned toward her. “We booked the VIP box at Vertigo, but if you
would rather stay here…” he trailed off.
“No. I just need to change my shoes.”
She sprinted out of the room, followed by Ethan’s and my gaze. He was
smiling; I was frowning, and Nadia looked relieved to catch a break.
Thanking Nick’s lack of common sense because he picked a house
project that didn’t have a downstairs toilet, I got up and, not needing an
explanation, climbed the stairs to check on Nadia.
I stopped in the middle of the upstairs hallway. The door to her room
stood open, and Nadia sat on the floor, resting against the bed. A large bag
lay beside her on the dark brown carpet, and she rummaged through it,
taking out bottles of prescription pills. I counted seven.
She took five tablets, closed her eyes, and a second later my stomach
came up to my throat when she brought her hand up to wipe the tears I
hadn’t noticed from afar. That was too much for me. Instead of doing
something, anything to help her, I hid in the bathroom so she wouldn’t see
me, my heart racing as fast as my thoughts.
I rested my forehead on the cool tiles. A long time ago Nick told me that
Nadia saw a psychiatrist for months after their father died. He mentioned
medication, but I couldn’t recall much information. And I never would have
expected that she was still on meds. Their father died almost three years
ago.
I left the bathroom only after I heard her heels on the stairs. For a
moment I stood there, eyeing the door to her bedroom, trying to convince
myself that I had no right to spy on her. It took effort, but I turned my back
on the room that held a few answers.
Nick gaped at Nadia’s arm, inspecting a small tattoo of a gun she had on
her wrist. “When did you get it?”
“Last month.”
She made a gun with her finger and pulled the trigger. A genuine smile lit
up her face before she stood up and left for the back garden with Ethan at
her side. He didn’t even smoke.
Nicholas shook his head looking at the door they disappeared behind.
“It’s like I don’t even know her anymore.” He rubbed his temples. “First
Adrian, now this. What else is she hiding?”
It looked like she hid more than he could imagine. The trouble was that
he didn’t seem to notice her problems, and I had no right to ask.
“You’re such a girl, Nick. Grow a pair, will you?” Amelia cut in puffing
like a pissed off Chihuahua. “She broke up with Adrian. So what? It’s not
the end of the world. Did you expect her to marry the guy? She’s twenty-
one!”
“He would never leave her. She dumped him,” Nick hissed.
“You don’t know what happened, but you only blame her. Yeah, when we
met him, Adrian was perfect, but I’m sure she had a good reason to leave
him.”
“I guess, but it sucks. I like Adrian. They were good together.” Nick
pursed his lips. “I just wish she would tell me what happened.”
“She will. Give her some time.”
I was only half involved in the conversation. The other half of my
concentration went to trying to remain seated whilst Ethan was alone with
Nadia outside. I couldn’t see them and my imagination ran wild. I raked my
hand through my hair, then urged Scorpio and Nick to drink a shot with me,
before shoving my hand into the front pocket of my jeans, looking for
cigarettes. I was acting ridiculous. Nadia and Ethan were friends long
before I met either of them. They were just talking.
Well, if they were just talking, there was no reason not to join them,
right?
Right.
Ethan stood with his back pressed to the wall, watching Nadia in silence.
Her breath caught when I sat down beside her, taking a cigarette out of the
packet. Containing a triumphant smile proved almost impossible, but Ethan
helped me out when he opened his mouth.
“We could go to Pesto; it’s a great Italian restaurant.”
Whoa. Did he just ask her out? How did that happen? He was afraid to
chat a girl up in a club, but for Nadia he was a gigolo?
“How about we go play pool?”
She could have slapped me, and I wouldn’t tell the difference. Less than
two hours earlier she sat in the same spot ready to kiss me, and now she
agreed to go out on a date with Ethan.
I should have nailed him when I had the opportunity. A vein throbbed in
my neck when Ethan retreated inside, unharmed and winning.
“Ethan? Really?” The accusation and disbelief in my voice was a whole
level too desperate.
Nadia pulled her eyebrows together. “I don’t follow.”
“Why are you going out with him?”
Her expression changed from confused to annoyed. “He asked me.”
I gripped the bench with both hands. “That clears things up.”
“It’s nice of you to care, but I already have a big brother, Thomas, so
unless Ethan’s a rapist, a drug addict, or a murderer, you can leave the
worrying to Nick.”
Big brother? When have I acted like an overprotective brother? I was as
far as possible from being her big brother, small brother or any other
brother.
She toyed with a lock of her dark hair, drawing her lip between the white
teeth and pulling on it slowly. A rush of heat ran through me once I saw
through her ploy. She wouldn’t go out with Ethan. She wanted me, but
wanted to play a little. And I was a game.
“You’re right. It’s none of my business. Just don’t leave me hanging,
baby doll. You’re my date for the wedding.”
“Of course, I am.”
The atmosphere relaxed once we headed for the club. Nick’s good mood
reappeared, which meant a conversation game. He glanced around
searching the confined space of a taxi for something to spy.
“I spy with my little eyes something beginning with G.”
Amelia bounced in her seat. “Garden! Ginger!” She looked at me.
“Grumpy face!”
“A gun.” Ethan cut in, smiling at Nadia. “My turn. I spy with my little
eyes something beginning with C.”
I rolled my eyes. He was overdoing it. “Cutie,” I clipped. “I spy with my
little eyes something beginning with J.”
That one was obvious, wasn’t it? Apparently not. At least not for six
people sharing the taxi with me. No one guessed, but their turns took the
rest of the journey.
We entered the club, and I headed to the bar with Nicholas and Scorpio,
leaving the Jerk to follow Nadia to the table, since she was apparently
incapable of walking twenty metres without help.
Scorpio watched him, sneering. “That didn’t take long. Were they a thing
before Nadia left?”
Nick looked over his shoulder, a soft but sad smile on his lips. “No. He
wanted to ask her out, but she was sixteen and not interested in dating. He
had a long-term girlfriend later, and when they split up, our dad was already
dead, and Nadia was a mess. I guess he wants to make up for lost time, but
it doesn’t matter. Nadia will be back with Adrian in no time.”
“She seemed certain that they are over,” I offered.
“I don’t think such a term exists with them. You haven’t seen her with
Adrian. He’s the guy. He’s so in love with her he makes me look like an
amateur.”
Was it even possible? Nick loved Amelia like a beaten-up stray dog loves
a new owner who gives him a cosy bed and an occasional stroke. He loved
her more than his work and life combined. Not more than Nadia, but it was
still a-fucking-lot.
How could Adrian love Nadia more?
“What can I get you?” A tall, skinny, blonde barmaid stopped in front of
me, even though Scorpio was the one to crawl out of his skin to get served.
“A bottle of tequila.”
“And an Appletini.” Nick ordered Amelia’s favourite drink.
Scorpio elbowed me in the ribs, offended that he didn’t get served first.
“Two of those.”
“Should I make it three? Does Nadia drink that?”
Truth be told, if it were up to me, I would cut her off. She took a handful
of pills and flushing them down with alcohol seemed like a bad idea.
Nick pulled a face. “Not a chance. She’s on tequila for the rest of the
night. She can’t mix.”
Noted—no mixing for the baby doll.
Ethan approached when the bartender was finishing up with our order.
He raised his chin in greeting, since we haven’t seen each other for five
whole minutes, then moved his gaze to the blonde with big boobs.
Was she a sign? A tall, blue-eyed sign telling me to leave my best
friend’s sister be, and take her instead somewhere at the back of the
building?
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. Nadia had issues, and God knew I had
enough of my own.
“Two bottles of Corona, one with two pieces of lime,” Ethan ordered.
I used to like the guy. Deep down I still did but damn it, he was getting
on my nerves. He was an annoying discomfort like a piece of gum stuck to
a shoe, or pigeon crap on a brand new Armani suit, all because he was after
the girl I wanted. It wouldn’t be an issue with any other girl, but in this
case, Ethan could have Nadia—and I couldn’t.
Nicholas frowned, hinting who the two-pieces-of-lime Corona was for.
Pissed off all over again, I snatched the tray with tequila from the
countertop and made my way to the table, leaving Nick to cover the bill. I
put the tray down and handed a shot to Nadia.
“Drink up, baby doll.”
“Ethan’s getting me a Corona.”
He’ll choke on it later.
I outstretched my hand over the back of her seat and leaned in not to
shout over the music. The sweet and spicy smell of her perfume was a
strangely satisfying combination. I had the urge to hide my face in the crook
of her neck.
“I would rather you didn’t mix.”
Nadia pursed her lips, eyes drilling a hole in me like one of those
pneumatic hammers used at road works. She wanted to argue but she
downed the shot while holding my gaze.
“Thank you.” I took the empty shot glass from her and placed it back on
the tray bottom up.
Amelia and Jane watched me silent, surprised, and confused. I acted
oddly around Nadia, but there wasn’t much I could do.
Or could I?
I turned around, scanning the dance floor in search of a perfect blonde
who would take my mind off the perfect brunette. The bartender was
plausible, but I knew there were prettier girls around.
Nothing had changed since the morning—Nadia was still off-limits, and I
still craved her not knowing why. The time had come to take drastic
measures, but before I zeroed in on the prey, Alexandra joined the party
making my skin crawl.
“There you all are. I have been looking everywhere.” She brought her
lips so close to my ear she ended up breathing down my neck. “Good
evening,” she murmured.
Creeped out had to be a spot-on definition of my facial expression. I
refused to acknowledge her presence when she took a seat and hung her bag
over the back of her chair, focusing on me. I didn’t have to see her face to
know she watched me with what she considered being cute eyes, but what
made her resemble a drugged up Chucky doll.
“There you go, cutie.” Ethan placed a Corona on the table.
Good boy.
He sat down on her left and Nadia smiled with appreciation, reaching for
the beer. Her smile slipped when I snatched the bottle first. I brought it to
my lips and took a large swig to prove a point.
“Got something you would like to say?”
The death glare on her pretty face was fucking adorable.
“There are many things I would like to say right now.” She extended her
arm. “My beer, please.”
“Don’t mix. Please.”
Determination lasted three seconds. She got up, smoothed the white skirt,
and took Amelia and Jane to the dancefloor, making me realise I couldn’t
watch her from where I sat. Two shots in hands, I moved to an empty seat
beside Scorpio.
“You all right?” he asked in a hushed voice, motioning to my clenched
fist under the table caused by seeing the Jerk turn in his chair to watch
Nadia. “What is it?”
“Nothing. I’m good.”
“You can’t lie for shit, mate,” Scorpio scoffed. “Why her? And don’t
pretend you don’t know who I’m talking about. You haven’t taken your
eyes off her all evening.”
I should have expected he would be the one to notice and figure out the
reason behind my weird behaviour. He knew me well. He knew me before
Nick did, and way before my life turned into a pile of regrets and a guilty
conscience.
I shook my head to show I had no fucking idea why of all people it had to
be her.
“Whatever the reason, you better get a grip and forget about it.” He
motioned to Nick. “He would have your balls in a blender.”
I smirked. He had a point. Nick was capable of crazy shit. I partied with
him enough times after he had a row with Mel to know. Whenever the two
of them argued, Nick called Scorpio, Ethan, and me and we hit the clubs so
he could get wasted. The problem was that once he was past a certain level
of alcohol in his blood, Nick was out of control. He even got locked up a
few times, and I had to lie to Mel and pick up his sorry ass from the police
station in the morning.
Yeah, that blender thing would happen if I touched Nadia, and since I
planned on it, it seemed like a good idea to wave bye-bye to my balls. I
would miss them one day, but the brain in my pants didn’t care.
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NADIA
It had been four weeks since Adrian and I started dating, and this was
the first party we came to together. Adrian was known around campus.
Anyone who was anyone heard rumours about the up-and-coming boxer.
He pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck, and despite the loud music, I
heard him inhale. “Go,” he said, tucking my hair away. “Have fun,
puppet.”
I shook my head, eyeing the crowd of drunk guys hitting on anything that
moved. “I’ll pass. They aren’t dancing. Guys just want to get laid, and girls
try not to get groped.”
Ty chuckled, and we both looked at him.
“No one will try to grope you, Nadia. They know that if they cross you,
they cross Adrian, and no one here will risk a one-on-one with him.”
Adrian smirked, nodding. “Go. I’ll keep an eye on you, puppet.”
Jasmine waved at me again, and I downed the rest of the beer, and got
up. Adrian caught my hand, his eyebrow raised.
“You haven’t kissed me.”
A wave of heat spilled inside me, my heart swelling. I loved that about
Adrian—he had no trouble showcasing his feelings. Most guys avoided
public displays of affection, but he was different—confident and
affectionate.
“Kiss me,” he urged, pulling on my hand.
I bent down pressing my lips to his, endorphins flooding my system.
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NADIA
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CHAPTER 6
THOMAS
***
Due to Amelia’s severe hangover, I had to fill in for Nick at the office
on Saturday morning while he stayed at home to nurse his fiancée back to
health. He had a meeting scheduled with the manager of our brightest star—
Aaron James.
The guy was a golden goose. We signed him two months after setting up
the label, and ever since all his singles had topped the charts, and both of
his albums had won Grammy’s.
I dragged my ass out of bed and spent the morning and a better part of
the afternoon in the office. Gareth, Aaron’s manager, left the meeting pissed
off sometime around lunchtime. I refused ninety percent of his idiotic
requests. He was bound to call Nick and get him to reconsider, but that one
thing about our partnership worked well—if I said no, he backed me up and
vice versa.
Gareth was just unlucky that Nick had to stay home. If he would have
dealt with Nick first, he would have left the meeting in a much better mood.
Nick was softer than me, and he cared more than I did.
At four p.m. I made my way over to Nick’s house. I had a lame excuse
for my visit at the ready in case they asked. Admitting that I wanted to see
Nadia was equivalent to suicide, and it so wasn’t a good day to die.
Scorpio rang when I was halfway there.
“Morning sunshine, how’s your day going? Fancy a pint or ten later?”
“Morning? More like evening. I’m on my way to see Nick, but–”
“You mean Nadia. Fuck me, mate, you got it bad.”
“But I can drop by yours later.”
“Yeah. Do that. Jane’s at her mother’s and won’t be back until tomorrow.
I would tell you to drag Nick over, but you’ve got some Nadia talking to do,
mate, and it’s best if he doesn’t bloody hear it.”
Ditto.
The smell of Nadia’s perfumes targeted my nose as soon as I set foot
inside Nick’s house ten minutes later. My mind drifted back to last night.
Her soft gasps resonated in my head; the image of her body trembling
beneath me was etched into my brain. Feeling her come was hands down
the best minute of my life, and I wanted to experience it again. And again.
And then some.
Nadia and Nick sat by the table in the kitchen. They both looked at me
expecting to hear why I came.
I moved my eyes from gorgeous Nadia to her not so gorgeous brother.
“You forgot to give me that demo we talked about.”
Thank God for small favours.
Nick opened his laptop. “I have a few we could check. Got time?”
“Set it up.” I moved my attention to the true reason behind my visit.
Meeting her eyes got me right back in the hot seat. “You coming out for a
smoke, Nadia?”
She nodded, taking her cigarettes from the table. I watched her hips sway
when she walked outside, visualising my hands touching her the same way
they had fourteen hours earlier. Lust started in the pit of my stomach and
radiated in all directions like an electric impulse fashioned out of desire.
Once we were outside, I was all over her.
In my head, that is.
Nadia sat on the bench and closed her eyes, inhaling a mouthful of
smoke. “May I ask why you’re staring?”
“Why did you leave?”
She tried to stifle a laugh but didn’t do a good job of it. “Why? You
wanted to cuddle? I was exhausted.”
A satisfied smirk crossed my lips, but Nadia shot me down.
“Not thanks to you though, so lose the grin.”
“Next time–”
“There will be no next time.”
It took me a moment to understand what she said. I didn’t want to let the
meaning of her words in. I thought she was kidding, but the look on her
face was far from amusement.
What the actual fuck?
I hadn’t once considered that one night might’ve been all she wanted. It
seemed as probable as Nick giving me his blessing to fuck her.
How was it that the one girl from whom I wanted more than one night
was the one—and only—girl to want one night from me?
Talk about irony.
I clenched my fists staring into her eyes, begging her to take it back, but
she remained indifferent, and it didn’t look like she was screwing with me.
Well, she was, but … Oh, fuck it. You know what I mean.
She lowered her voice. “I won't be one of your regulars.”
“I don’t have regulars,” I barked. “So you just wanted one night?”
“I didn’t give it much thought last night. It was a spur of the moment. But
today I know that you and I are a bad idea, Thomas.” She dropped her gaze
to her hands. “I’m not cut for a purely sexual relationship. To be honest,
right now I’m not cut for any relationship. And I want to be friends with
you, but we both know that won’t happen if we add benefits to the
equation.”
There was more to that decision than she let on. She avoided my gaze
like every liar. If I had to guess, I would guess she didn’t want us to have
any relationship because she didn’t know why she felt at ease with me.
“I think you’re a decent guy despite all I heard. Last night was fun, it was
fulfilling, and it was enough.”
“Fulfilling?” I grasped the last ray of hope. “I’m just getting started. You
don’t know the meaning of fulfilled. Not yet.”
She watched me for a moment, her eyes darkening with every passing
second. “Tempting, but I’ll pass.”
To stop myself from throwing a tantrum worthy of a spoilt brat, I
clenched my jaw so hard my teeth started to crack.
She didn’t want me, and I wanted her even more.
Go figure.
She was turning me into a psychopath with pussy-whipped tattooed
across my forehead. The battle was lost, but the war was raging, and it
wasn’t time to wave a white flag. It was time to retreat and regroup before
hitting again. It was time for a drink and for putting some distance between
us. Six miles to be precise.
I was ready to leave when I remembered the letter she wrote to her father
was in my jacket pocket.
“By the way,” I said, glad that my voice masked my unstable state. “You
left this in my car yesterday.”
Nadia glanced at the piece of paper, her complexion blenching. She
snatched it out of my hand, jumping to her feet.
“Did you read it?” her voice filled with panic.
I stared at her alarmed. She pressed a shaking hand to her forehead and
then moved it down to cover her mouth as if ready to throw up.
What the hell was happening?
She doubled over, and I remained glued to my seat, failing to
comprehend the madness. She took one step forward and seeing her sway
on her feet had me jumping forward to catch her. I wrapped my hands
around her middle to keep her from falling. Her heart was beating so fast I
felt her pulse everywhere. She fisted my jacket, resting her forehead on my
chest, breathing in through her mouth and out through her nose.
“Don’t tell Nick. You can’t tell Nick, Thomas. Please. I’ll do whatever
you want, just promise you won’t tell him.”
It took mere seconds for her to calm down in my arms and it confused me
that much more. Her fragile body stopped trembling, but I wasn’t about to
risk letting her go just yet.
“I haven’t read it.” I pressed a kiss to her head.
Her eyes gave nothing away. Not a single clue what those few pages
filled with her handwriting held. What secret was she so desperate to keep?
What made her so vulnerable?
“I swear. You said it, and you’re right—I have some decency.” Not much,
but whatever I had was hers. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, colour returning to her face. “I’m sorry.” She took another
cigarette out. “I should have known you hadn’t read it.”
“Because you trust me?”
“Because you wouldn’t look at me the way you do.”
Way to pique my curiosity. She took the Zippo out of my hand and held
the letter above the flame. We sat in silence, watching the orange flames
consume her secret. Soon, the black, burnt pieces flew away, leaving a
burning hole in my stomach—the need to know.
“Have you told anyone apart from your father?”
She frowned, unhappy I dared to ask a question.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
What a shame that was all I wanted to talk about. “It didn’t take long to
convince you I hadn’t read it.”
“Don’t.” Instead of the expected anger, sadness echoed in her voice. “I’m
grateful you respected my privacy, Thomas. Don’t stop now.”
She threw the cigarette butt into an ashtray and marched back inside. I
hung my head low, taking a long drag. I must have been a masochist
because the shit I witnessed did nothing to convince me she wasn’t worth
the hassle. Whatever her problems were, I wanted to help her forget.
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THOMAS
Full of shit
A remote hit my head.
“Time’s up, mate,” Scorpio chirped. “You’ve been eyeing the wall for
half an hour. Spill it. Who pissed in your Cheerios?”
I gulped the rest of the beer and opened one more. It looked like I would
be taking a taxi home.
“How bad will it look if I smash Ethan’s face?”
“Depends on whether you’ll use your fist or a baseball bat to do so.”
Scorpio chuckled. “But seriously, why do you want to smash his face? Is he
still all over your girl?”
That wasn’t the first time he called Nadia my girl, but this time the idea
of having a girl didn’t make me flinch.
“She doesn’t want me.”
Scorpio narrowed his eyes, touching his index finger to his upper lip.
“Right … So you think it’s Ethan’s fault. Am I close?”
“Quit goofing around,” I seethed, massaging my temples. “I’m serious.”
“Okay, okay. Chill.” He brought his hands up. “So? Why do you think
it’s Ethan’s fault?”
“Why else wouldn’t she want to sleep with me again? She one-night-
standed me. Can you fucking believe it?”
“Whoa!” He straightened up, frowning. “Hold your horses. You nailed
her?” He awaited confirmation and once he got it, his face turned red. “You
nailed Nadia? How stupid are you? You can have every girl you want but
you go after the one you … Wait a minute,” he paused, tapping on the beer
bottle he held.
“I swear, if you’ll drum Bohemian Rhapsody I’ll break your finger.”
“Did you say she doesn’t want you? Does that mean you bloody do?”
I threw my head back and closed my eyes. “I don’t know. There’s
something about her.”
“Blimey! You want her? You want to be with her? Hold her hand, kiss
her head and all that crap?”
“I didn’t say I want to be with her, but one night doesn’t cut it.”
Who are you trying to fool?
“You never bag them twice, mate. Either she knows Kamasutra off by
heart, or you’re full of shit.”
Maybe I was full of shit. Maybe I considered introducing emotions to my
life. Hell, maybe I even wanted more than meaningless sex—and I wanted
to have it, whatever the fuck it was, with Nadia, despite her obvious issues.
When I had her close, I wanted it to last, and since it was a first, I had to
act. One more night was the bare minimum required to see if my newfound
capability to feel was there to stay.
“I’m not good for her, but I need another night or two, and I’ll be done.
I’ll move on. You know I’m right: I’ll get bored as always, it’ll just take
longer this time.”
Not what I thought, but Scorpio didn’t need to know that during the last
thirty-six hours I lost the plot.
He scoffed, leaning toward me hastily. “And that’s why I want you to
stay away from her. And I’m not fucking around, Thomas. This once you’re
right—you’re not good for her. For different reasons than you think, but still
not good. You’re messed up. Trust me here, I know you.”
That stung.
Somewhere deep I hoped he would object, tell me Nadia and I could
make it work, but hey! What are friends for?
“I know you better than you think,” he continued. “I know that even
though it’s been three and a half years, you’re still hung up on Adam’s
death, and you do everything to detach yourself from life.”
Adam was my best friend, my brother by choice. He had it all figured
out, a life planned with the woman he loved. We were three months away
from leaving the army when a letter from Claudia arrived with the
pregnancy news. It was the happiest moment of Adam’s life, and the
happiest I ever was because everything that affected Adam, affected me as
strongly.
An hour later, we drove out of the base, armoured. James was with us; we
were inseparable ever since the three of us set foot in the Army base
twenty-one months earlier. The field was a bloodbath when we got there.
James got hit in the head as soon as we jumped out of the truck. My knees
gave in, but Adam pulled me out from the open. If it weren’t for him, I
would be dead.
We ducked behind a wooden building and threw two grenades at the
enemy line. Adam got shot when he peeked around the corner. Two hours
after learning he was going to be a father, Adam was shot. Gunfire never
stopped while I held his head on my lap, trying to stop the bleeding from
the wound on his neck. He asked me to take care of Claudia and the baby,
to swear I wouldn’t let anything happen to them.
Tell her I love her. Tell her I’m sorry, Thomas, tell her she’s the best thing
that ever happened to me.
His words woke me up in the middle of the night for months. Guilt and
regret chewed on my brain. It should have been me to die out there. I had
nothing, no one to care about, and no one to go back to. Adam had a life; he
had Claudia and a baby on the way.
Three months later, I got out of the army and drove straight to Claudia’s
house still in my uniform. She was six months pregnant then and expecting
a girl. Despite only seeing me once before she clung to me and didn’t let go
for hours, crying and cursing fate. I couldn’t agree with her more.
Fate played a twisted game. It killed the wrong guy.
As time passed, she got her peace. She forgave fate for taking Adam too
soon. She forgave me although she never said she blamed me.
I never forgave myself. I didn’t deserve to live. I didn’t deserve to be
happy or have anything close to what Adam had with Claudia because it
wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.
For three and a half years I was fine with my choices. I was happy to
spend my time with Claudia and Maya. It was my way of compensating for
Adam’s absence. I never regretted the way my life was supposed to go;
never questioned my decisions or why I was damned; never considered that
maybe I survived for a reason.
Scorpio put an empty bottle down, bringing me back to reality. “Tell me
I’m wrong, Thomas. Tell me you don’t think it should have been you to die
out there. You blame yourself every day because in your eyes Adam’s life
was more precious than yours.”
“It was.”
“Bullshit. Do you think Adam would approve of who you have become?
What happens if you reverse the situation? Would you want Adam to waste
himself like you do?”
I hated the condescending tone of his voice. I hated the pity mixed with
anger and sympathy in his eyes. I hated it all because he was right. Adam
would be rolling in his grave if he knew the kind of life I led since he died.
He wouldn’t want this for me. He would kick my ass for not following my
gut, and then he would smash Ethan’s face so that he wouldn’t get in my
way.
Adam’s life was more precious than mine. His life was filled with people
he loved and cared about. My life comprised of quick fucks and work.
There was nothing to look forward to… until I kissed Nadia.
Maybe there was a reason I was still breathing. Maybe she was the
reason; the chance for redemption.
Maybe we were supposed to save each other.
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CHAPTER 8
NADIA
***
The meeting with the catering company hired to cater Nick’s and Mel’s
wedding lasted so long that Nick arrived in the middle of it despite coming
back home shortly after four in the afternoon.
He promised to come back early, but it didn’t look like he tried very hard,
not that I blamed him. If I could, I wouldn’t have shown up either.
Hannah, the agent, was fed up with the future bride, but she remained
professional, handing out endless menu options. Mel didn’t find one she
liked, and we had to make a new one from scratch to keep her from having
a meltdown. Before we moved on to choosing the dessert, I had forgotten
what we chose as appetisers. There were too many dishes to memorise,
especially since Mel changed her mind six hundred and twenty-three times
before she was satisfied.
“I’m not sure if ice cream is such a good idea. It’ll be warm, and the
desserts will melt,” she whined, her eyes glassy.
Nicholas outstretched his hand, and drew her closer, planting a firm kiss
on her temple. I wasn’t sure who he was trying to calm down. He looked
ready to explode, and he only arrived half an hour earlier.
My butt hurt since I hadn’t moved for four hours straight. Good thing
Hannah brought a lot of food to sample, otherwise I would starve.
“What about a traditional apple pie,” she offered.
I was sure she had suffocated the future bride in her thoughts at least a
dozen times during the meeting, and in my thoughts, I held Amelia down to
speed things up.
Overall, it took over five hours to get the menu together, and when I
thought the nightmare was over, Amelia called it the first draft, and said she
would sleep on it. If Nicholas was upset about not being included in the
wedding plans, he surely regretted ever offering to help.
As soon as Hannah left, Nick opened a bottle of whiskey and made
himself a drink whilst Amelia caught up on some drama series in the living
room. I joined my brother with a cup of coffee and a book.
“Can we talk?” he asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
I raised my eyes from a copy of And Then There Were None by Agatha
Christie. A part of me wanted to run, because his face betrayed the topic.
Instead, I put the book on the table, marking the page before closing it, and
focused my attention on Nick.
“Sure. What is it?”
He closed the laptop and sipped on his whiskey as if needing a moment
to gather his thoughts. “I want to know what happened between you and
Adrian.”
I tilted my head back, looking at the ceiling, once again hoping to find
strength in the sky-blue colour. “I won’t go into details, Nick, it didn’t end
pretty, and I couldn’t stay there any longer.”
“What do you mean by didn’t end pretty?”
His reaction to that one sentence was all the confirmation I needed, if I
had any doubts about whether to tell him the truth. There was no reason to
drop it on him just for the sake of truth telling. I accepted what happened
and wanted to move on.
“We had a fight and realised we weren’t good together anymore. Adrian
changed, Nick.”
“I just can’t get my head around it.” He squeezed the bridge of his nose
as if trying to get rid of a migraine. “You two were perfect together. He
loved you like crazy. What did he do?”
“It’s not important. I had my reasons. Can’t you just trust me?”
He sighed, defeated. “I trust you, but I worry. Promise that when you’re
ready to talk, you’ll come to me.”
It wasn’t about being ready or not, but explaining it to my brother was
pointless, so I just nodded.
“And one more thing … Thomas.”
“Don’t start,” I cut in. “Don’t warn me. Mel beat you to it on Friday. I
know, he’s a player.”
“You like him?”
Have I said it and not noticed?
“I do like him. He seems nice.”
Like didn’t paint the picture. I liked him, but Thomas himself didn’t
matter at that stage. It could have been anyone else. Anyone who would be
able to calm me down like he did would become someone without whom
getting up every day seemed even harder.
And that was why I refused his offer for one more night. Despite him
helping me, it was just a temporary fix like the pills I was addicted to. I
didn’t want Thomas to become another addiction.
“Nice?” Nick laughed. “That’s the least fitting word to describe Thomas.
He’s not nice. He’s cautious, tight-lipped and rude. He’s got a short fuse and
he can be vile.”
I crossed my hands, feeling somewhat defensive. Nick wasn’t being fair.
“And here I was thinking you two are best friends.”
Nicholas smirked, ignoring the sarcasm. “We are. Thomas is difficult, but
I like him a lot. He’s a great partner and a loyal friend.”
“So you’re telling me he’s a plague just to discourage me?”
He nodded, watching me. “I saw him on Friday, sis. He’s different around
you. I’m not sure if he’s protective of you because you’re my sister, or
possessive because he wants to sleep with you, so I’m warning you.”
“Thank you. Duly noted, but you don’t have to worry about me, I did
okay for two years in New York, and you weren’t there.”
Another lie. I cried myself to sleep more times than I could count
wishing for Nick to come and help me.
Now he looked as if I slapped him, and shame washed over me.
“I’m sorry, that was rude, but you need to understand that I make my
own decisions, and I know what’s good for me.”
“You think Thomas is good for you?” A vein throbbed on his temple
threatening to burst.
“That’s not what I said. Thomas is a player, and I’m not looking to get
hurt. Don’t act like I’m still a little girl.”
“I’m trying.” He raised to his feet. “I’ll be upstairs in my office; I have a
few contracts to look through.” He walked around the table and leaned over
to kiss my head.
I returned to reading but didn’t manage half a page before Mel walked
into the kitchen. She no longer looked stressed, on the contrary, the
excitement was spilling out of her ears.
“We’ve got the bridesmaids dresses fitting tomorrow, but we should go
shopping afterward. I bet you need a dress for your date with Ethan.”
“It’s not a date.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she waved me away. “But it won’t hurt to have a new dress
just in case, right?”
“We’re going to play pool. I don’t plan to wear a dress.”
Truth be told, I wasn’t sure if I would go through with that date. Ethan
was nice, but he wanted more than I wanted to give.
“Oh, bite me,” Mel rolled her eyes. “We’re going shopping. I need to
relax, and you’ll buy a dress. Please, do it for me.”
Puss-in-boots cute-eyes coupled with the pleading tone of her voice … I
didn’t stand a chance.
“Great!” She clapped her hands, apparently seeing the white flag I was
waving. “If the dress won’t get used for your date with Ethan,” she
murmured, glancing around, “Thomas can rip it off you.”
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THOMAS
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NADIA
Guilty as charged
I hoped never to get married. Watching Amelia panic every step of the
way scarred me for life. If that was what brides turned into while planning
their weddings, then I wanted nothing to do with it. She wasn’t far off from
turning grey, worrying about the tiniest details and weeping whenever
things didn’t go according to plan.
A meeting with the band closed the schedule of week one. Week one.
There were six more to go, and I wasn’t sure if I could handle Amelia’s
craziness that long.
After a few failures earlier in the week, i.e. the florist struggled to locate
the roses in a specific shade of pink Amelia chose; the bridesmaid dresses
required a lot of work, and the handmade invitations had the wrong
coloured bows attached, we hit a jackpot with the band. The lead singer was
more than accommodating, agreeing with everything Mel said before she
finished her sentence. He knew who the groom was, and he probably hoped
for a record deal if things went well.
Whatever the reason, I was grateful as it put her in a good mood, which
meant I didn’t have to listen to her whining while we shopped around for
furniture to put in my apartment.
The painters finished the night before, and I convinced Nick to help me
move my things there. He wasn’t too happy to let me go, especially since I
didn’t even have a bed, but after much convincing, he caved.
“Look at this!” Mel ran further into the furniture store, stopping in front
of a chair that hung from the ceiling on a silver chain. “Buy it! Imagine
reading a book in this!” She clapped once, but her smile slipped when I shot
her a sceptical look.
“Buzzkill,” she muttered, moving toward the dining room section. “You
need a table. And speaking of tables … housewarming party tomorrow?”
“No, the place is empty, I need to furnish it first, and even if we could
pull it off in twenty-four hours, tomorrow is Saturday, and Ethan is
supposed to take me out. We’ll have the party next weekend.”
“Buzzkill!” she twirled louder this time. “Again, while we’re on the
subject … What’s up with you and Thomas? You guys had a fight?”
She just had to remind me. All this time I was doing so well ignoring his
existence. It helped that he wasn’t around.
I pulled my eyebrows together. “How is that on the subject? And we
didn’t fight. Why?”
She shrugged, pretending to examine canary-yellow, plastic chairs. “He
hasn’t been around. Usually not a day goes by without him coming over.
He’s avoiding you, and I want to know why.”
“Ask him.”
I moved away, noting down the pick-up locations for the table and chairs.
Amelia followed, careful not to step on any toes, or push over kids that
were running among the shoppers.
“I’m asking you.”
“No, we didn’t fight.” I lowered my voice. “But I told him I won’t sleep
with him again.”
“He wanted to sleep with you again?!” she exclaimed, and heads turned
our way. “Sorry,” she added, her cheeks pink.
If looks could kill, she would have bled out on the cream sofa that stood
next to us. I moved along, glancing right and left, looking for something
that would catch my eye, while Amelia trailed behind me.
“How about this one?” She pointed to a dark green corner sofa, then took
my arm and steered me to the least crowded space. “Why didn’t you tell me
he wants you again?”
“I don’t know; I didn’t consider it headline news.”
“It is! He never sleeps with any girl twice, Nadia. Not only are you the
complete opposite of his type, but he also still wants you when he already
had you! He’s breaking all his rules.”
She acted as if Thomas grew a second head. Her excitement took me
aback. No longer than five days earlier she wanted me to stay away from
him, and now she looked ready to shut the door behind us.
“So? What are you going to do? I can tell you regret saying no. You’ve
been daydreaming all week.”
I crossed my hands glaring at a white wing chair. I must have looked
pathetic through her eyes since she had no idea that sex wasn’t what I
wanted from Thomas most. It was just a bonus. All she knew was that we
had sex, and I wanted more.
Yeah, pathetic.
“If you don’t mind that it’s just sex, why don’t you do it again? I mean, I
would rather see you in a relationship with a decent guy, but if Thomas’s
bad boy charm is what you want, then go for it.”
That was the problem, his bad boy charm was all I needed. I missed his
lips, his touch and how normal he made me feel.
The pills still worked the same, but comparing the calmness they
provided to the calmness I felt when I was with Thomas did, it was clear I
wasn’t taking enough diazepam. I couldn’t take more, either. Stopping the
meds was my goal, but it looked like instead I was ready to dive head-first
into a different addiction.
“You’re trying to heal a broken heart, so I’ll forgive you,” Mel said,
touching my arm.
“You’re wrong. This has nothing to do with Adrian.”
Liar, liar.
It did, but not in the way Amelia thought. I wasn’t trying to heal a broken
heart. I was trying to regain my peace, move forward and forget about the
past. And Thomas was making it so much easier.
Mel raised her eyebrow as if to say yeah, right. “So? Round two with Mr.
Calix, is it? What’s the worst that can happen?”
“Nick can find out. I can’t do it. I don’t want to dig myself into a deeper
hole. I’m already head deep, anyway."
“Ethan it is. I guess he’ll get friend-zoned tomorrow big time.”
I nodded, then moved along, noting down the pick-up location for the
white wing chair.
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THOMAS
Rebound case
Kill me. Kill me now. Or better yet, kill whoever the fuck decided to
call at eight o’clock in the morning, three hours after I crawled into bed…
drunk.
After I left Nadia’s apartment, I headed to the club to unwind. All I
needed was one drink to get over her—one drink to forget that she became
the centre of my world.
At least, that’s what I thought.
One Corona made it clear that I needed much more than one drink to take
the edge off the overwhelming disappointment. It wasn’t the best way to
cope with the situation, but I had no idea how to handle my emotions. I
never had to handle shit like that.
I sat by the bar for hours pouring Coronas down my throat while looking
for a girl to fuck, but every time a potential candidate arrived, Nadia’s face
flashed before my eyes, and my ass remained glued to the seat. Her words
replayed in my head flaring my anger.
“I can’t do this. I don’t want to use you.”
I wanted to scream, “Use me! Use me, goddamnit!”
Another sentence she spoke poisoned my thoughts.
“I don’t want you.”
I just sat there, downing one bottle after another until I felt sick. Ten pints
of beer will do that to a man. The upside was the drunken state—it numbed
the pain and masked the shame and regret that swept over me the second I
left her sad and alone.
It was a disturbing image—Nadia’s eyes filled with tears, all her secrets
and bruises on display. Why she chose to forgo sex was understandable, and
I had to give it to her—she was a tough girl. If I found a way to erase the
negative feelings which accompanied me since Adam’s death, I wouldn’t
have it in me to walk away.
The biggest problem? I found it. Nadia was it. She was my way. My road
to redemption, but she chose to face her demons alone. Because of that, we
were both losing out.
Too drunk to stand straight, let alone drive, I called my personal taxi
driver—Scorpio. Clever guy that he was, he brought Jane, so she could
drive my car back home. Annoying prick that he was, he didn’t pass on the
opportunity to twist in the knife.
“You know what you feel right now?” he asked once I relayed what
Nadia told me word for word.
“I sure do. I’m pissed off and fucking confused.”
He shook his head. “You’re humiliated. For the first time in your life,
you’ve been rejected.”
Know-it-all.
Nadia made me want to change and do better. I had built my hopes based
on one night and an enormous ego. I finally got what I deserved for treating
women like blow-up dolls.
Karma’s a bitch: it always arrives at the least convenient moment.
I banged on the nightstand to locate and answer my blaring cell phone.
Eyes closed, I swiped my thumb across the screen and laid the phone on the
side of my face, then tucked my hand back under the duvet.
“I need a favour,” Nick said instead of a well-mannered “Good morning.”
I remained silent; my loud, pissed-off breathing was the only greeting he
deserved.
“Nadia called…”
I sat up and Nick’s voice faded when the phone slipped off my face. Yep,
I was wide-awake at the sound of her name. My heart pounded in my chest;
my head weighed a tone. The aroma of stale beer coming from, well—from
me, made me cringe. I picked the phone again and squinted to let my eyes
adjust to the bright sunlight that poured into the room through the balcony
doors.
“…and I would appreciate it if you would help her,” Nick finished
whatever he was saying.
“Help her with what?”
It didn’t matter; I would help her with anything, but I didn’t like not
knowing. Regardless of how much it stung to hear she didn’t want me, it
stung more to know she was upset. If I could make her life more bearable
by helping with whatever it was, then count me in.
Nick let out an exasperated puff. “Did you even listen to me? I asked if
you would help Nadia set up a dining table and chairs. It was delivered in
flat packs and she rang to ask for a screwdriver. She’ll poke her eye out
with it if left unattended, and you know I’m not an expert.”
“Runs in the family?” I dragged myself out of bed, still half-drunk.
“I guess. So? You got time or should I ask Ethan?”
If only he knew what a fucking motivator that sentence was.
“I’m up. Nothing better than DIY on a Sunday morning.”
Nick laughed, said “thanks” and cut the call. I hit the shower to wash off
the stench of alcohol, smoke, and sweat.
The guy in the mirror looked like shit—pale with dark circles under
bloodshot eyes. Cold water, toothpaste and three painkillers—damage
control at its finest helped erase the yesterday’s look, but my eyes gave
away that I drank too much.
Twenty minutes later, I left the house with a set of tools, and my soul on
my arm. I had never been so self-conscious in my life. I almost changed my
mind halfway to Nadia’s apartment but talked myself out of turning back.
She didn’t want me, but she was Nick’s sister and was there to stay. I had to
learn to live with the bitter aftertaste of rejection.
My own thoughts drove me fucking livid yet again. I met her a week ago.
One week and a multitude of emotions I never expected to feel pounded on
my mind and heart like a drum.
Nadia lived close by, but it took me twenty minutes to get through traffic.
London just wouldn’t be London without traffic.
The handsfree system activated, and a call from Claudia appeared on the
dashboard. My stomach did a back flip. A call this early was out of the
ordinary. My first thought was that something happened to her daughter—
Maya. A cold shiver ran down my spine, burning off the remnants of
alcohol from my bloodstream.
“What’s wrong?”
“Paranoid much?” she chirped. “We’re fine, babe. I’m calling with an
invitation. Brunch in a week on Sunday? I’ll cook.”
My eyebrows drew together, and an involuntary grimace twisted my face.
“Please don’t. We’ll order in. What’s the occasion?”
“I’ll cook,” she said firmly. “Hold on…”
She didn’t finish the sentence before her voice was replaced by a
different, much cuter one.
“Thomas!” Maya exclaimed. “Are you coming? I have new puzzles!”
A wide smile stretched my mouth, and a familiar warmth filled my
insides like hot air fills a balloon.
“Good morning, sunshine, how are you today?”
Maya giggled. She always giggled and I loved it.
“I’m okay. When will you come?”
“I’ll come next week. We can go somewhere nice, and we’ll leave your
mummy to cook in peace.”
“Yes! Oh! Can we feed the ducks at Uncle Nick’s house?”
“Whatever you want.”
Maya was the only girl allowed to mess with my head and walk all over
me. There wasn’t much I would refuse her. Quite frankly, I couldn’t name a
single thing. If Claudia hadn’t protested, I would have bought her a freaking
pony for her birthday last year because she whispered, “I love you,
Thomas,” before she asked.
“I’ll see you on Sunday, sweetie; now put Mummy on the phone.”
I didn’t expect her to do that. Maya always hung up when she finished
talking. I redialled, and by the time Claudia picked up, after probably
having to chase Maya around the living room to get the phone back, I
parked outside of Nadia’s apartment.
“Sorry, I can’t get her to stop doing that,” Claudia sighed. “She’s been
bugging me to call you all week.”
“You should have. I’ll always find time for Maya. I’ll be over around
noon on Sunday to take her out, and don’t protest.”
For a reason I would never understand, Claudia thought I sacrificed too
much time for them. Granted—at first it was a matter of keeping a promise
given to Adam, but I soon grew fond of the girls, and couldn’t imagine not
seeing them
“That’s actually great. I’ll have time to cook something fancy. Maya hit
that age when she wants to help and by help, I mean cause chaos. I would
also like you to meet someone, so be nice, okay?” The tone of her voice
betrayed nerves.
Cue in another cold shudder.
“Someone? Who’s someone, Claudia?”
“Someone I have been meaning to introduce you to for a while now. His
name is Richard, and he’s important so, again, be nice.”
“You’re dating this guy? Are you serious?”
Way to add to the ever-growing list of problems I had to deal with.
One shitty news at a time please.
“What about Adam? What about Maya? Does she know him? Does she
like him? Who the fuck is this guy?”
“Can we talk on Sunday?”
The disappointment in her voice hurt more than I anticipated.
Jesus, Thomas. Pussy much?
“This isn’t a conversation I want to have over the phone,” Claudia
continued. “We’ll talk on Sunday, okay?”
She was right. We had to be face to face if I was to change her mind. She
was Adam’s girl. Richard had no fucking right to touch her. He would have
to go through me first, and good fucking luck, mate.
“I’ll see you on Sunday. Make sure Maya’s ready.”
I stopped by a nearby coffee shop for a morning shot of caffeine. One
espresso on the spot, and two black coffees to go.
Claudia and Richard were pushed to the back of my mind, and Nadia
took the stage when I climbed the stairs to her apartment.
Excitement at the thought of spending time alone with her evaporated
and a sense of dread arrived. Somewhere in the deranged head of mine
there was hope that she changed her mind.
I entered her apartment without knocking—an involuntary habit. Strong
smell of turpentine hit my nose. Music blared from the large portable
speaker, that stood in the living room. I didn’t recognize the song, but the
calm rhythm, and half-whispered, half-sung words created an intimate, yet
sad atmosphere, making me regret that I barged in.
And I regretted it more when I entered the kitchen and found Nadia with
a glass of water in one hand, and a palm-full of pills in the other. Half a
dozen of orange prescription bottles littered the countertop—diazepam,
citalopram, paroxetine… and others with names too long to pronounce.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, pushing the meds aside.
Her hands and clothes were covered in different coloured paints. A speck
of black marked her cheek. She wore her hair in a messy bun and more
paint covered loose strands around her face. She swallowed the pills and
washed them down with water, avoiding my gaze.
If it weren’t for the red, puffy eyes filled with sadness, I would have
considered her artistic attire the sexiest look she sported to date.
“You were crying,” I said, my shoulders sagging.
“You were drinking.” She took the coffee I pushed across the countertop
toward her. “I asked you a question.”
I cleared my throat, annoyed by the coarseness. “Nick called me. He said
you need help.”
She rolled her eyes, placing the half-empty glass of water by the sink,
and went about washing her hands.
“You could have told him you’re busy.”
She reached for a bottle of olive oil, poured it on a sponge and scrubbed
her delicate skin.
“I’m not busy.” I dropped the toolbox on the tiled floor. “But you sure
look like you had a busy morning.”
“I felt like painting,” she admitted, a little less anger in her voice. “Too
bad the convenience store down the road only stocks small sets of tiny tubes
of oil paints. They’re a bitch to wash off.”
“There’s an art supply store in the city centre.”
She nodded, scrubbing harder, turning her skin red. “I doubt it’s open at
midnight.”
“You went shopping after I left?” I took the sponge out of her hand,
unable to watch any longer. “You’ll peel your skin off in a minute.”
She examined her hands, scratched on the remaining paint marks, and
satisfied, washed them with soap.
“C’mon. Show me what needs doing.”
“Nothing. I told Nick I need a screwdriver not helping hands. I can
manage on my own.”
She rejected me—fine, well, not fine but I couldn’t do shit to change her
mind; but why was she adamant at keeping me at a distance when she
already said she wanted us to be friends? It made no fucking sense. Good
job I wasn’t a quitter.
“I’m not saying you can’t, but since I’m here, you might as well take
advantage of the helping hands.”
Considering the number of boxes, and the overall mayhem in the
apartment, she needed help. Of course, she was too proud to ask, as if
letting me help would somehow make her weaker.
She pulled her lips into a thin line, then turned around and marched
straight into the living room. Most of the white wooden floor was covered
with flatpacks. A large, bottle-green corner sofa and a black coffee table in
front of it were the only ready-to-use furniture.
“No bookshelves? No TV unit?”
She motioned to more flatpacks stacked under the window. “It seems
nothing comes pre-assembled anymore.”
“You got more of that anywhere?”
“Yes, in every room.”
It looked like I wasn’t going anywhere for a good few hours. I took my
jacket off and rolled the sleeves of my jumper.
“We’ll need more coffee, baby doll.”
She frowned when I tore open the first two boxes. Instead of arguing like
I expected her to, or convincing me she would get it done herself, she
placed her hand on my arm, pulling me outside to the balcony.
“Watch your step.” She glanced over her shoulder. “It’s wet.”
I stopped in the doorway, taking in the enormous canvas that laid on the
balcony floor. It was at least six feet long and three feet wide. Four bottles
of water stood on the corners to stop it from flying away.
There was something hauntingly beautiful about the painting. Nadia kept
the colour palette dark with harsh strokes in the background, but the first
thing that caught my attention was a girl with long hair, dressed in white.
She arched back at the bottom of the canvas as if she were falling. Thin,
white strings were attached to her body, and two large hands painted at the
top held them in a tight grip.
“I had no idea you were so talented,” I admitted. “It’s amazing.”
“I’m pleased with it too. Although It would be better if I had a stretched
canvas. I’ll get it stretched tomorrow.”
I glanced at the painting again and shook my head. “Don’t. It looks
perfect like this. Where will you hang it?”
“Nowhere. It will go in Nick’s attic like the rest of them.”
I frowned. “Are you kidding? This should be displayed. How about the
wall behind the sofa?”
She studied the masterpiece, and a shadow crossed her face. “I don’t
want to see it every day.”
I wasn’t good at interpreting art. The pieces around my house were either
gifted to me, or I bought them because they fitted the décor. Looking at
Nadia’s painting, I saw what was on the canvas—a human puppet; a girl
controlled by someone’s hands; harsh lines, dark colours; a sad, creepy
vibe.
Now, thinking about what she told me, and what I figured out based on
her behaviour, I couldn’t shake the feeling, that the painting was a manifest
of what she felt.
“Is that you?” I asked, pointing to the girl in white.
Nadia nodded once, then inhaled the smoke and raised her eyes to meet
mine. “A puppet,” she whispered. “That’s what Adrian used to call me. See,
I thought long and hard about our conversation last night, and the truth is
that telling you I don’t want you was a lie. I do, but,” she motioned to the
canvas, “he still has a hold on me, and I doubt I’ll ever break free.”
“So, you want me, but you’re still saying no?”
She put the cigarette in the ashtray, then walked around me to get inside.
We took a seat in the living room, and Nadia tucked her feet under her bum.
“You’re like those pills I take, but stronger,” she muttered, her cheeks
pink. “And I want to stop taking them. When have you ever seen an
alcoholic recover after switching from beer to vodka?”
“That’s a lousy comparison. Whatever your problems are, I think you
would work past them faster if you would let me help.”
A sad smile crossed her lips. “What’s in it for you? I mean, I’m not that
good in bed. Why do you volunteer to be my rebound case?”
I rested my elbows on my knees, sipping the hot coffee, and scanning the
endless cardboard boxes. Nadia opened up to me to some extent, and she
deserved an explanation for my sudden change of character.
“We’re not so different, you and me. We’re both bruised and wanting to
leave the past behind. I would be using you too. I liked the guy you awoke
in me last week. He was decent, relaxed, and looked forward to the next
day. I want to be that guy.”
“You are a decent guy.” She touched my arm. “I told you I don’t want
you last night, yet you’re here now ready to help… Speaking of which—we
should get started.”
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Any less exclamation marks and I would have thought he was joking.
“That’s nasty!” The Jerk howled, eyeing Nadia who struggled to reach a
bottle of vodka from the top shelf in the living room. “How did you do
that?”
No cutie? Finally.
We turned to see what got him alarmed. A bruise the size of both of my
palms and the colour of plums on Nadia’s lower back flipped my stomach.
“What? The bruise? It’s nothing.” She pulled her blouse down. “A
wardrobe fell on me on Thursday.”
“The three-door, heavy as all hell wardrobe in your bedroom?” I asked,
taking the bottle down. “It’s a miracle your bones are intact.”
We played for an hour before the first veto was casted. Nick picked out a
card for me, covering for Nadia. He tossed it back on the table, nostrils
flared, and jaw clenched.
Having used truth in the previous round, it was time for a dare, and
whatever the card said must have involved Nadia, or Nick wouldn’t have
been so pissed off. The card landed in front of Scorpio who leaned over to
see what the fuss was all about. Good thing Nick didn’t see the smirk on his
face or the wink he sent my way.
“Kiss all single girls in the room.” Nick fisted his palms. “I would rather
you didn’t.”
Scorpio patted his back. “It’s just a game, chill out, mate.”
I glanced over my shoulder, hearing Nadia approach, my system buzzing
in anticipation. I was going to win this girl over one kiss at a time. She
remained torn between wants and needs—wanting to heal on her own and
needing my help. Despite what she said, I hoped needs would win, even if it
meant she would be using me. I would volunteer to be her rebound any day.
Being close to her gave me a chance to turn our relationship into something
more.
She sat down beside me. “Veto.”
The word hit me like a low blow.
No explanation, not even a glance my way. She was so fucking confusing
she made my head spin.
Music played from the speaker, a background noise to the game. Two
more rounds, and we watched Ethan try his worst pick-up line on Jane and
heard all about Mel’s worst sex.
My arm rested across the back of Nadia’s chair the whole time, and I
ghosted my fingers over the nape of her neck, watching goose bumps
appear. God, I loved how she reacted to me. The faintest touch was enough
to make her squirm.
She turned to me; her vulnerability not as visible in her dark eyes. She
was calm because I was close, and pride inflated my chest.
“Break time?” she asked as if reading my mind.
We walked out to the balcony, Nick’s gaze seeing us out. He was right
not to trust me, but I was a bit hurt and pissed off that he considered me the
worst fit for his sister.
“So, a kiss is too much?” I rested against the wall. “It’s just a game. You
made it clear we’re not happening again, and as much as I hate it, I respect
your decision.”
“Just a game,” Nadia muttered, shaking her head. “Just a kiss, right? For
you, maybe, but not for me. I wish you would stop pushing, Thomas. We’re
not cut from the same cloth no matter what you say.”
She took a step closer but seemed oblivious that her whole body drifted
toward me. She fought a lost battle.
“I’m trying not to push, but I don’t get why you fight it so hard.”
“Because I refuse to be a selfish bitch, okay? I won’t use you.” A shadow
crossed her face, and she shook her head, dismissing the last two sentences.
“I’m afraid I won’t have it in me to let you go when the time comes,” she
uttered, staring into the distance.
I placed a finger under her chin, careful not to make any sudden moves
and scare her off. “We’ll cross that bridge if we get to it, baby.”
“If?” she mouthed. “What do you mean if?”
Her doe-like eyes darted to my lips. Fuck this girl. She was going to
break me ten different ways.
“You assume I’ll be the one to want out first. You’re afraid I’ll move on
before you recover. What if you’re the one to leave first? Stop overthinking
the future and focus on the present.”
Two lines marked her forehead, and God, I hoped I struck the right chord.
All she had to do was take the first step, and the rest would fall in place
with time.
Ethan barged outside, a smile taking half of his face slipped when he saw
us close. “What’s taking you so long? C’mon, cutie, I have a dare you’re a
part of.”
“I’ll be right there.” Nadia stepped away from me, inhaling a cloud of
smoke. “And now, I regret using my veto on you,” she added, when Ethan
closed the door.
So did I. Whatever the dare, it involved touching. Most likely kissing. So
far, all dares were intimate, and it was safe to assume Ethan’s wasn’t any
different. No way in hell could I sit back and watch the Jerk get anywhere
near her. All the possible scenarios played in my head, and not one ended
with Ethan’s face intact.
“You can use my veto. And you better do. For his sake.”
“You have no right to act possessive.” She turned to leave.
I caught her hand and laced our fingers, not thinking twice about it.
“Maybe. Then again, I had no right to touch you and look where we are.
Don’t act surprised when I hit him.”
I almost wanted Ethan to make one false move so I could justify my right
hook breaking his nose.
Nadia snatched her hand out of my grip, and she marched back inside.
The atmosphere was thicker than when we left. Nicholas sat with arms
crossed, Mel sent warning glares in Nadia’s direction, and Scorpio watched
me, as if anticipating a shitstorm.
He knew me well.
And Ethan? Ethan struggled to contain his excitement, fidgeting like an
impatient child.
“So? What’s the dare?” Nadia asked.
Nick’s jaw tightened more, and he shot me a look I couldn’t decipher.
One thing I was certain of was that after Ethan’s and Nadia’s date, Nick no
longer wanted Ethan adoring his sister.
“He has to fish an ice cube out of your cleavage using his mouth,” Mel
said, sounding apologetic.
She watched me instead of Nadia, as if my reaction could tell her more. I
knew Nadia told her we slept together, and she’s been on my case ever
since, waiting to catch me red handed.
“Thomas let me use his veto,” Nadia said.
The song we danced to the first night at the club played from the speaker,
and the way her petite body felt pressed against mine, swaying to the
rhythm flashed in my head. She glanced my way, and I knew we were
thinking about the same moment.
Ethan took an ice cube out of his drink. “Nice try, but it doesn’t work like
that, cutie.”
My temper flared when he rose, showing off his teeth. The ones he would
be picking off the carpet if he took one more step.
“Sit,” I seethed. “She said no.”
“Oh come on!” Jane rolled her eyes. “What’s the big deal? We all play by
the rules, and so will you. You’re out of vetoes, and you’re not having
Thomas’s, so get up and get on with the show.”
“Fine,” Nadia huffed.
My stomach sank for just a second. The blinding anger was replaced with
ease when she turned my way and fastened her soft lips on mine. I weaved
my hand through her hair, and kissed her back with all I had, ignoring the
audience. This was my one shot to remind her how good we were together,
and I made the most of it. I bit her lip, slowed down, and changed the
hungry moment into an intimate one. Nadia relaxed under my touch; played
by my rules, taking handfuls of our closeness.
I closed her lips, and inched away, my mind racing. She was once again
perfectly content. Even the dark circles under her eyes looked lighter
somehow. The effect my touch had on her was mind-blowing. Harry Potter
could kiss my ass. I didn’t need a fucking wand to perform magic tricks.
“You taste sweet, baby doll.”
She smiled at my blatant attempt at infuriating Nick some more, then
moved to face Ethan.
“I believe that’s my veto reinstated, so… Veto.”
He looked dumbstruck, lips parted, but no words coming out. Nick was
the first to react. He chose to ignore the last minute as if it never happened,
reaching for a pink card to read Mel’s dare.
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CHAPTER 14
NADIA
So sorry
“How the hell am I supposed to convince Nick now that there’s nothing
going on between you and Thomas?!” Mel hissed, helping me clear the
table when Ethan, Scorpio and Jane left.
“There is nothing going on. Stop overreacting.”
She dropped the dirty dishes in the sink, making a lot of unnecessary
noise. “It’s been two weeks, and instead of his interest in you dying out, it’s
growing. I see the way he looks at you, and Nick sees it too.”
The digital clock on the oven showed twenty past one in the morning—
not the best time for arguments. Instead of convincing Mel she was wrong, I
marched back to the living room, passing Thomas holding a handful of
empty beer bottles and heading to the kitchen.
May the force be with you.
Nick wasn’t keen to help. He sat by the table, polishing the last of the
chicken salad from his plate, his eyes heavy with the whiskey he poured
down his throat. He patted the chair next to him, motioning for me to sit. I
hesitated, not in the mood to be lectured, but he couldn’t hold his head up
all that well. I took the offer, knowing It would be easier to dodge the
bullets while he had a hard time forming coherent sentences.
“You’re so smart,” he muttered the smell of whiskey fanning my face.
“You know that, right? You’re so smart. Don’t fall for his shit, okay? Please
don’t. He’ll hurt you, and I’ll lose my best friend.”
“You should get some sleep, Nick. You’re wasted.”
He watched me, pressing a finger to his mouth. “You like him.” A long,
heavy sigh followed while he massaged his temples. “If he weren’t such a
whore… If he could take care of you the way you deserve… God, sis, I
would do anything for you, you know that right? Just trust me here. Thomas
doesn’t deserve you. Whatever went wrong between you and Adrian… I’m
sure you can fix it!”
Fifty-eight hours without meds. Fifty-eight hours of busying my mind
and using every calming technique I knew only for it to go to hell thanks to
Nick.
Flashbacks broke the walls, crashing down on me like an avalanche. The
feeling of impending doom hit me hard, the way it did every time Adrian
walked through the door, crazy in his black eyes. It was a feeling that was
easily numbed with alprazolam, but I didn’t have it now. My heart raced
and images flashed before my eyes.
“Where were you?” Adrian sat by the breakfast bar, his pupils dilated,
breathing shallow and hastened.
The grey t-shirt on his back was drenched in sweat; cheeks flushed.
“Are you okay?” I asked, leaving my bag by the door. “You look ill.”
I pressed my hand to his forehead, but instead of feverish he felt cold to
the touch. He covered my palm with his and squeezed hard.
“I asked you a question. Where the fuck were you? It’s late!”
For a short moment he rendered me speechless. It was the first time he
swore at me.
“I bumped into Katie after lectures, and she took me out shopping. Why
are you mad? I sent you a message. Did you check your phone?”
He stood, swaying on his feet, and I rushed to steady him. Then
something on the breakfast bar caught my attention, and my mind drew a
blank. A small plastic packet filled with at least a dozen of yellow pills had
my heartrate in a frenzy. I glanced at Adrian again, hoping against all
hope, that he didn’t take any, but the symptoms were visible on his face, in
his eyes and in his behaviour.
I was offered one of those pills by a freshman a few months earlier at a
frat party. Ty was there with me, and he beat the hell out of the guy,
threatening to call the cops if he ever saw him again.
“Don’t ever take this shit,” he told me, looking around the room,
searching for Adrian who disappeared with his sparring partner. “They call
it Angel Dust. It’s a hallucinogenic. It’ll mess you up like nothing else,
girl.”
Angel Dust, or PCP as they officially referred to it, claimed its first
victim on our campus a month later. A girl jumped out of a third-floor
window in the middle of the day.
“You’re high?!” I cried, snatching the foil packet and running to the
bathroom to flush the pills down the drain. “Why did you take it? We need
to get you to the hospital.”
But before I could drop the pills into the toilet, Adrian tore them out of
my hand, and swallowed one more.
“You’re such a fucking liar!” he bellowed. “I know you were with Ty!
Are you cheating on me?!” He towered above me.
I pushed him away and ducked under his arm, fighting to stay in control
of the situation. I fell to my knees, rummaging through my bag to find my
phone and call Ty.
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CHAPTER 16
THOMAS
Food poisoning
“I want an ice cream!” Maya giggled when we parked outside of
Claudia’s house on the outskirts of London after spending four hours at the
zoo. She already had two ice creams, a doughnut, and pink cotton candy.
One day that girl would grow up to become the most powerful woman in
the country.
She was three years old, but she already knew how to manipulate people.
Or maybe it was just me being weak when it came to her. One sad face and
I crawled out of my skin to make her smile again. Hence so much candy.
Nadia had a similar effect on me, and it looked like not one, but two
gorgeous brunettes were walking all over me.
Hoo-fucking-ray.
“You know I rarely say no, but this time I have to. Your mum wouldn’t
approve. It’s almost lunchtime.”
Maya giggled, hopped out of the car and outstretched her little hands so
that I would pick her up. I did. I always carried her around. Though I should
have dismantled the car seat first, as it was damn near impossible to do with
one hand.
Maya draped one hand over my neck, and the other on my cheek, pulling
a sad face. “I don’t want you to go.”
I took the car seat out and closed the door with my knee. “I’m not going
yet. You promised to show me your new puzzles, and your mum spent all
day cooking, so I’m in for food poisoning.”
We both knew Claudia wasn’t a good cook. Even Claudia knew it, but
she tried hard, and over the course of last year she had gotten better. Like,
no-need-for-an-ambulance-on-speed-dial better.
“Mummy!” Maya screamed when we entered the house, and Claudia
emerged from the kitchen. “Okay, well, Thomas took me to the zoo! I saw
zebras and lions and monkeys and, and…”
“Hippos,” I whispered.
“Hippos and tigers and elephants and birds and snakes!” She bounced up
and down when I put her on a granny chair.
Claudia’s taste in decorating made me nauseous. A blue leather sofa
stood squashed by the wall accompanied by a green recliner from the
nineteen-forties—neither vintage nor retro—just old and ugly. It smelled
funny too—like sweat, dust and old people.
The room resembled a second-hand furniture shop. An oval, pine oak
coffee table, a glass bookcase, which stood between two small windows to
the left from the main door, and a rather sad looking plant in the corner.
Nothing worked well, but the thing that made me cringe most was the pink
carpet with cream floral patterns. It was hideous.
Claudia frowned at the sight of Maya’s yellow dress, which was now
grey and stained. “I’m not even going to ask. Maya go upstairs, put a
different dress on and wash your hands.” She moved her eyes to me. “You
want coffee?”
“No questions? No lecture?” I followed her to the kitchen. “You’re not
going to ask how many ice creams I bought her?”
“Too many, but that’s not important.” She put the kettle on and rested her
back on the wall. “Be nice to Richard. He’s important.”
And the award for The Fastest Way to Trash Thomas’s Good Mood goes
to …
“Is he? More important than Adam?”
“Why are you acting like this?” She crossed her hands. “You know Adam
will always be a part of me, but he’s gone, Thomas. I want to move on.”
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and bit on it to stop herself from
bursting into tears. “I want you to meet Richard. I need you to approve.”
I rubbed my face to ease the frustration and wipe away the guilt. “I’m
sorry, but I don’t think I can. I can’t stand the thought of you with another
guy. You’re Adam’s girl. This isn’t right.”
I watched my words hurt her and hated to see her on the verge of crying,
but I couldn’t lie. Anger sparked a fire in my mind at her imminent betrayal,
but a wave of sympathy that washed over me when she wiped her eyes with
the back of her hand, extinguishing the flames.
“I’m still Adam’s girl. I’ll always love him, and Richard knows that. I
don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life.”
“You’re not alone, Claudia. You’ve got me! I’m here.”
She chuckled pathetically. “There was a time when I thought we could
make it work; I thought we would end up together, you know?”
I looked up, unsure if I heard her right. “You wanted to date me?”
The thought of us together never entered my mind for the three and a half
years I had known her. Claudia was like the sister I never had. Dating her
was out of the question.
Fuck that, it was never a question. Claudia was family.
She shook her head, staring at her hands. “I don’t know, I… You’re great
with Maya. She loves you to bits. You and me, it seemed safe and sensible,
but it would be too messed up to work. We are too messed up. Both of us.
But I want to be happy again, and Richard makes me happy. It doesn’t mean
I forgot about Adam. I never will.” She swallowed and pressed her hand to
her heart. “I’ll never stop loving him. All I’m trying to do is move on
because I know Adam would want that.”
She spoke like Nick and Scorpio, and just like them, she was right. Adam
wasn’t here anymore; I couldn’t give her everything she wanted, and she
had every right to search for happiness.
I drew her into my arms. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything.”
“Promise you’ll take it slow. Promise you’ll be sensible with this guy,
and that you won’t kick me out of the picture. I can’t lose you.”
Claudia clasped her palms on my neck, looking straight into my eyes. “I
will always need you, Thomas. We will always need you. And I have been
taking it slow with Richard. We’ve been dating for a few months now, but I
only introduced him to Maya last weekend.”
“Does she like him?” An anxious note rang in my voice.
“Yeah, she likes him, and so will you.” She curled her fingers under my
chin. “She likes him, but she loves you.”
I didn’t need more than that.
A knock on the front door stopped our conversation. Claudia wiped her
face, then smiled, and walked out of the kitchen. I tensed at the sound of a
male voice.
Maya arrived in the room first. She pushed a chair as close to mine as she
could, then climbed on it, and made herself comfortable. Her feet dangled
in the air and a genuine smile that only children smile was on her face.
Claudia entered the room, followed by Richard. I knew how to read
people and when the nervous guy entered the room I calmed down.
He was the type every father or brother would approve of at first sight—
well-groomed, well-dressed and completely harmless. Straight back, the
pace of his steps and the fidgeting told me he cared about my opinion, and
so he must have cared about Claudia a great deal.
As soon as he looked at me, he shrunk in size, but he took the liberty of
introducing himself. He extended his arm toward me, not breaking eye-
contact.
“Richard Stanley. Call me Rick”
“Thomas Calix. Don’t call me Tom.”
Every time I heard Tom, I saw Sir Tom Jones, heard She’s a Lady and had
a tiny mental fit, which was why Nick enjoyed calling me Tom whenever he
was in the mood to get on my nerves.
“I heard a lot about you.” He moved his eyes to Maya. “Hey, Maya. Your
mummy told me you visited the zoo today.”
“Yes! Thomas took me and I saw zebras and lions and monkeys and
hippos and tigers and elephants and birds and snakes!”
This time she counted the animals on her fingers. All the way back home
from the zoo she listed the animals on repeat and had ten at the ready to tell
Claudia about. Now, with eight fingers up, she looked at me confused.
“And penguins, and–”
“And cheetahs!” She jumped in her seat.
Richard sat by the table and asked Maya which animal she liked best.
That kept her babbling for few minutes before she ran out of breath.
Claudia poured hot water in three cups, and the smell of coffee filled the
small kitchen.
We sat there for a few hours talking and eating the roast that Claudia
prepared—the best meal she cooked to date. Richard was easy going, well-
spoken and polite, and by the time it was time for me to leave, I felt better
about him dating Claudia. She seemed happier with him, and Maya liked
him just the right amount. Apart from my loyalty to Adam, I was out of
arguments against their relation.
Claudia walked me outside, leaving Richard to clear the table with Maya
as his assistant. He trusted her to dry the plates.
“Thank you.” Claudia climbed on her toes to kiss my cheek. “It means a
lot that you tolerate him.”
I hung my jacket in the back of the car. “He seems like a good guy, and
you’re right. Adam wouldn’t want you to dwell on the past.”
“He wouldn’t want you to do that either.”
I heard that before. Nick said it and so did Scorpio, but it wasn’t until
Claudia said it that I believed the words. Her opinion mattered most, and
knowing she wanted me to stop wasting my life was more than I expected
to hear from her.
“I’ll remember that.” I pecked her forehead and got in the car. “Call me if
you need me.”
The irony of the past two weeks came crashing down on me when I
pulled out onto the main road. I had allowed myself to see past Adam’s
death, considered leading my life back to normality after spending over
three years convinced that I didn’t deserve it, but the girl I wanted to sort
out my shit for was a mess. After witnessing the state she was in last night,
I started to doubt that I could help her.
I did the one thing every self-respecting man would do in my situation—I
drove to see someone who always knew best, someone who had an answer
to everything, someone who could flick on the light at the end of the
maddening, dark tunnel.
That someone was my mother.
She was the only person who could tell me what the hell I was supposed
to do now. She had an answer to every question and a solution to every
problem. Years ago, when I was a little boy, she had Band-Aids. Now, she
had advice.
The clock on the dashboard showed eight p.m., but I was always
welcome at my parents’ house no matter how late or early. I parked in front
of the oversized mansion and smoked a cigarette to clear my head. I stepped
inside, greeted by soft classical music reverberating through the rooms.
It was safe to assume my father wasn’t home. Alistair Calix wasn’t a fan
of Tchaikovsky or Bach. My mother on the other hand loved the great
composers. It’s funny how people with different backgrounds and interests
found their way to each other.
Monique was born and raised in a wealthy family. Her parents were the
London elite. Alistair came from a family of six living in a flat in a small
town around Manchester, but he was bright. Brighter than ninety-nine
percent of his peers, and his brains secured him a place in one of the most
prestigious universities in the world—Cambridge. He met my mother on
campus, and thirty years later they were as crazy about each other as the
day they met.
The sounds of violin led me to the library located in the east wing of the
house. Yep, it was so big that it had wings. Music grew louder with every
step I took. My mother stood by the far window with a glass of red wine in
hand, surrounded by rows of ceiling-high bookcases.
She glanced over her shoulder, and a soft smile curved her lips. She
remained silent as if she knew words weren’t what I needed. At least not
yet. I wrapped my arms around her middle, resting my forehead on her
shoulder.
There comes a time in every man’s life when after years of teenage
rebellion, he appreciates his mother like never before. My time came three
and a half years ago when I returned from the army. My mother was the
only one who didn’t tell me that the pain of loss would go away. She didn’t
try to make me feel better: she allowed me to grieve and was there by my
side throughout the stages.
“I saw Maya today,” I began, eyes closed. “We spent the day at the zoo,
and then I met Claudia’s… boyfriend.”
Monique turned around. “Boyfriend?” Her eyes softened, and she
motioned for me to follow her down the hall.
We sat in the kitchen, and I filled her glass with sweet red wine. I made a
drink for myself and took a seat opposite to my mother at the breakfast bar.
“You don’t like him?” she asked.
“It’s not like that. It came as a bit of a shock; that’s all. I didn’t expect
Claudia to date.”
My mother sipped on her wine, her eyes not leaving my face. “That’s not
why you’re here.”
I covered my face with my palms. “No. It’s not.”
How was I supposed to explain the mess I was in without confessing
what kind of a jackass I was? She raised me to respect women and take care
of them, not to use them for personal pleasure, or to distract myself from
the pain that ripped my chest wide open.
I kept my face buried in my hands. “I’m here because I met a girl.”
I didn’t need to see my mother to get an idea of what her facial
expression looked like, and surely, when I put my hands back on the half-
empty glass, Monique looked stunned.
“Who is she?” She aimed for casual but failed.
“It’s Nadia. The one you helped me pick out a gift for the other day.
She’s Nick’s sister. My business partner slash best friend’s sister. But that’s
not the worst part, mum.” I raked my hand through my hair and squeezed
the nape of my neck. “I don’t know what to do. I’m losing it. She’s going
through some things. I’m helping, but she doesn’t want more than help from
me, and she doesn’t even want that half the time.”
I expected many reactions, but a broad smile wasn’t one of them. She
was supposed to comfort me and give me advice, not laugh at my misery.
Way to kick me when I’m down.
I drank the last of whiskey and got up for a refill.
“Wasn’t she supposed to come back two weeks ago?” Monique asked,
her voice filled with poorly concealed amusement.
Nice one, mum.
“She did. Why?”
“Two weeks, Thomas.”
I clenched my teeth. “Yes, two. I hope you’re going somewhere.”
She laughed shaking her head as if dealing with my ten years younger
self. “Sweetie, you just met. If she’s going through things, then help her,
and wait until she’s ready. She knows nothing about you. These things take
time, honey. You can’t expect her to fall in love with you after two weeks.”
Bingo. That’s why I came to see my mother.
I smiled, twisting her words to fit the situation. Nadia knew a lot about
me, well not me, the playboy side of me. She knew next to nothing about
the guy I was without blondes, or the guy I was before life dealt me the
shitty cards. Maybe she wanted nothing to do with me because she thought
there wasn’t much more to me apart from sex. Maybe she needed time to
get to know me.
New hope flooded my mind and the grin on my lips made my face hurt.
“I love you, mum.” I kissed her cheek.
“Care to tell me more about the girl who has my son so disturbed?”
I didn’t know where to start. It would be best to introduce them so my
mother could see for herself how mesmerising Nadia was. There were
already so many things I liked about her that it was unreal.
I sipped on the whiskey and looked into my mother’s eyes… Eyes which
were the same unique colour as mine.
“She’s like quickly progressing cancer, mum. She’s invading my whole
world.”
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CHAPTER 17
NADIA
Women drivers
Thomas entered my apartment on Sunday evening, not bothering to
knock. He found me on the couch, smelling a cup of peppermint tea—
another grounding technique. I alternated between different ones all day,
waiting for a sign from Thomas.
“I didn’t expect you to come back,” I said, eying the muscles visible
under the thin fabric of his long-sleeved white t-shirt.
He hung his jacket on the back of the wing chair. “Why didn’t you?”
I sipped from the cup, inhaling some more. “I thought you’ll change your
mind about the friends-with-benefits idea after last night.”
“Yeah,” he dropped his keys on the coffee table, “don’t count on it.
Whatever your issues, you’re better when you’re with me. And I’m better
with you, so let’s quit running around in circles like we don’t give a damn
and just agree to use each other.”
I was done fighting. Done denying myself the help he carelessly offered.
Last night should have scared him off; he should have reconsidered after
witnessing my meltdown, but he wanted to follow me into the labyrinth of
my issues. I was too weak to stop him.
“We need ground rules,” I said.
“Okay.” He sat beside me, then helped me onto his lap. “I have one—no
more dates with Ethan, or anyone for that matter.”
“Done.” I knotted my fingers on his neck and leaned in to kiss him. “No
questions. No guessing. No pushing, and Nick can’t find out.”
“Deal, but you don’t pretend when you’re with me. And you call me
whenever you need a distraction.”
So, all day every day?
“Careful what you wish for. I’m off the meds. Hence the meltdown last
night. If James won’t have a prescription ready for me tomorrow…”
“Then you’ll call me, and I’ll make sure you don’t have to smell
peppermint tea to feel safe.”
I cocked my head. “How do you know that’s why I do it?”
“Told you you’re not the only one with issues.” He patted my bum to
make me move, then stood, and pulled me with him.
“Turn around,” he said, and drew me closer, forcing me to rest my back
against his chest. “Do this if I’m not here when you need me.”
“I don’t need you,” I snapped on autopilot.
“Keep lying to yourself.”
Yep, and I didn’t plan to stop anytime soon.
He caught my hands in his, moved the right one to rest on the side of my
ribcage, close to the heart, and the other on my right arm.
“Close your eyes, baby doll.”
I did as I was told, lacing our fingers when he hugged me tighter.
“Now breathe in,” he whispered, inhaling in sync with me through his
nose. He tapped his index finger on my palm four times before exhaling
through his mouth. “Remind yourself who you are, and where you are.” He
bent down to kiss the nape of my neck. “And then recall this moment—my
lips on your skin; the sound of my voice; the way your body relaxes under
my touch.”
The hold he had on me loosened and his lips worked their way across my
jaw.
I turned around, fisting his t-shirt. “One more rule. Don’t hope for more.”
He helped me out of my sweater a smirk on his lips. “I’ll take whatever
you’ll give me and I’ll make the best use of it for us both.”
And he did. Every evening he entered my apartment, took care of my
demons, then left me alone, sleeping under the sheets that smelled of his
cologne.
***
James retained most of my meds. All he gave back was diazepam with
clear instructions not to abuse it. He also prescribed me with new
antidepressants and told me to stock up on vitamins and minerals. I took
them religiously every morning before I rushed out to take care of the list of
tasks Mel texted me every evening.
She started working as a Marketing assistant at the record label last week,
no longer having time for all the wedding details, and the responsibilities
fell upon me. Under different circumstances I would have hated the fast-
paced days, but it was a good distraction and kept me off diazepam until
Thomas took over in the evenings. I was adamant to steer clear of the
anxiety meds unless I was desperate.
So far, the strategy worked well. It was day twelve, and despite overusing
the grounding techniques I knew, the box of diazepam remained unopened.
My phone rang when I emerged from a coffee shop nearby James’s
office, a half-caff, half-sweet, non-fat caramel macchiato in one hand and
an extra shot, extra-hot, extra-whip, sugar-free vanilla latte in the other; a
bag over one shoulder, two folders under my arm, and a bag filled with two
hundred and fifty fandango pink organza gift bags for wedding favours
dangled from my wrist. I had yet to pick up two hundred and fifty of each:
personalised, hand-made lollipops, test-tubes filled with loose-leaf tea and
wooden puzzle pieces with A&N engraved on them.
Oh, and, obviously, I was the one tasked with preparing the gift bags.
I growled, and stopped in my tracks, trying to move things around and
free one hand to fish the phone out of my bag. I placed the latte on top of
the macchiato, but dropped the folders, and my exasperation kicked up a
notch. Careful not to spill the coffee, I kneeled on the pavement, set the
things aside, then rummaged through my bag in search of the phone.
It stopped ringing the second I found it.
“Hey!” Mel chirped when I redialled. “I know you’re busy, but could you
please meet the band straight after your therapy session? They want to go
over the evening in detail to make sure they’re prepared.”
“I was supposed to finalize the menu with the catering company,” I
huffed, collecting my belongings.
“No worries, I rescheduled. Hannah will meet you at two.”
“Two? Jane is coming over at four.”
She was kind to offer help when I mentioned the two-hundred and fifty
gift bags that required assembling. I wanted to start ticking things as done
rather than pending.
“Hold on a sec,” Mel said, and a voice I knew so well sounded loud and
clear in the receiver.
“You got the posters for The Crooks?” Thomas asked, so I guessed Mel
had me on speaker phone.
“No, I don’t, but they were delivered yesterday. Check with Nick. Sorry,
Nadia, yes, I know, but the meeting won’t take long. I’m sure you can make
it back home in time.”
The light turned green, and I rushed across the road, glancing at the
watch on my wrist–ten past nine.
Surprise, surprise—you’re late.
“That would be true if I had a car. I’m relying on public transport here,
and I need to pick up the lollipops and the rest of the gifts at some point
today. I’m already like a packhorse.”
“Oh,” she uttered. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise it might be too much for
you.” The teary tone to her voice had my shoulders sag a couple of inches.
“It slipped my mind that you don’t have a car, sweetie.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get it all done.” I knew damn well “no” would have
reduced Mel into a sobbing mess. “I’ll just cut my session with James short
today. Text me Hannah’s number.”
“Thank you,” she breathed down the line.
I cut the call balancing both coffees in one hand while tucking the phone
away. It didn’t work. I had to once again drop everything onto the
pavement, my cheeks turning pink with exasperation. By the time I stepped
into James’s office five minutes later, the coffees had gone cold.
“Sorry I’m late. It’s been a busy morning.”
Intense too. Thomas couldn’t keep me company last night but made it up
to me bright and early. He showed up at my apartment twenty to seven and
demanded to use both, my shower and me.
“No problem. You want to tell me more about your day?”
I debated whether to let James in on the secret since we re-started the
sessions last week. So far all we talked about were things that surrounded
the two years I spent in New York, although Adrian’s name or our
relationship hadn’t yet been mentioned.
Every day I wondered how to tell James about the abuse I suffered at the
hands of the man I loved, and I realised something disturbing.
Every imaginary conversation about Adrian began with assuring James
that he was a good person. That he loved me and would do anything to
make me happy; that he was the only reason I survived the grief and
mourning. I made him sound blameless, made excuses for him and kept
repeating over and over that Adrian laid his hands on me while on drugs,
but never when sober. It was true. Sober Adrian was an impersonation of
every girl’s dream boyfriend.
The demarcation my mind created scared me. I tried hard to combine
sober Adrian with what he did to me while high, but I couldn’t admit that
sober Adrian was the same person who made every one of my breaths
painful for weeks when he broke two of my ribs.
I glanced at James, and put my trust in him, hoping he could help me
erase the line I drew between my Adrian and the drug addict.
“No.” I squeezed the cup tighter and the lid popped out of place. “I think
I want to tell you about Adrian now.”
A soft knock sounded on the door.
Daphne entered, an apologetic smile on her lips. “I’m sorry to interrupt,
but someone’s here to see you Nadia. He said it’s important.”
I frowned, a little annoyed at my brother for disturbing the session, but it
wasn’t Nick who waited for me in the reception. Thomas stood by the door,
a three-piece suit hugging his tall, muscled frame, a small smile on his lips.
Daphne gave us a false sense of privacy, ducking behind the tall counter.
“What are you doing here?”
“I heard you need a car for the day.” He held out the keys to his BMW.
“Pick me up from work when you’re done.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “You want me to take your car? Haven’t you heard
stories about women drivers?”
He caught my hand, pulled me closer, and a soft, delicate kiss followed.
“You’re not a stereotypical woman, baby doll.”
“But…”
“No buts. You’re not bailing on therapy to accommodate Mel’s every
whim. Don’t worry about the gifts, either. My assistant is on it. Now, say
thank you, kiss me, and get back to James.”
“Thank you.” I closed my fingers on the keys. “Why do I feel like this
shouldn’t be part of the deal?”
“Because you need more time than I do to accept the facts.”
Cue in another frown. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but I wasn’t
sure if I were ready to hear the answer. Thomas knew the rules, but
sometimes his actions betrayed that I might have been the only one holding
onto them for dear life.
“How will you get back to the office?” I asked instead.
He didn’t answer. A sad but knowing look crossed his face. He kissed my
head, and left, the faint notes of cedarwood and amber lingered in the air.
“Everything okay?” James asked when I sat down. “Who was that?”
“Thomas, Nick’s best friend.”
No matter how much I tried pretending that I didn’t notice the small
things Thomas did outside of our strictly sexual arrangement, I did notice.
Something was changing between us. The more I thought of it, the more I
understood that although we agreed to sex only, we were much more than
that from day one. That scared me more than the inability to see Adrian for
the monster he became.
“When I left Adrian in New York, I felt like I jumped out of a plane with
nothing to break the fall,” I whispered, picking on my nails. “And
Thomas…” I glanced at James, hope blooming in the pit of my stomach. “I
think he’s my parachute.”
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CHAPTER 18
THOMAS
Asshole persona
Nick had a silent fit when he found out Nadia took my car for the day. It
wasn’t like I ever lent him the BMW. No one got to drive my car. No one,
but I didn’t think twice about handing the keys to Nadia. Go figure.
It was already half-past three and Nadia was due back any minute. She
rang half an hour ago to say she was done with the meetings and only had
one more thing to take care of before she would pick me up so that I could
drop her off at her apartment.
“Just tell me one thing.” Nick readjusted his tie as if it choked him.
“Why? Why are you suddenly so fucking thoughtful? Don’t get me wrong,
I appreciate you helping her, but you’re acting out of character where she’s
concerned, and I don’t like it.”
I smirked. Did he hear himself? How was my thoughtfulness toward the
light of his life a bad thing? Did he forget who I was?
“Would you rather I treated her like I treat other women?”
“No, but…”
“I thought so. Don’t act like an ass, Nick. If you’re looking for answers,
ask the right questions.”
A ringing silence coupled with Nick’s eyes burning a hole in my face
lasted a few long seconds. My palms grew cold, and I regretted the
encouragement. How the fuck was I supposed to answer if he asked
whether there was something going on between Nadia and me?
Way to dig your grave, Thomas.
Nick crossed his arms and sat across from the desk. “Fine. Why did you
lend her your car?”
Phew. Good thing Nick wanted to pretend he didn’t have the slightest
idea about Nadia and me just as Nadia wanted to pretend that we were just
physical. They were both, consciously or unconsciously, turning a blind
eye, too afraid to face the truth.
“Because you didn’t. She’s struggling and forcing her to bail on therapy
to run errands is fucking low. I can relate to what she’s going through, and
I’m not going to sit back and watch when I can help.”
It took a year before I told Nick about Adam’s death and the darkest
times of my life when I wallowed in grief and self-loathing.
The three months I spent in the army after Adam died were a blur. I
pressed forward on autopilot: eat, train, kill, sleep. The three months after I
came out were filled with images of Claudia, whiskey and pills. If I wasn’t
helping Claudia with the baby room or shopping, I washed down the
sleeping pills with alcohol to stop the nightmares from waking me up in the
middle of the night.
A total of six months passed while I tried to cope by myself—six months
while I searched for a single thing that would justify me being alive.
After Maya was born, I couldn’t leave her, not after I promised Adam
that I would take care of his girls. Maya was the reason I reached out for
help. She deserved better from me.
Four months of weekly sessions with a psychiatrist cured me to some
extent: I was no longer tormented by flashbacks and nightmares every day.
The feelings of emptiness and worthlessness stayed, along with the notion
that I didn’t deserve a meaningful life. It all lingered in the pit of my
stomach, holding me back.
The flashbacks of Adam’s lifeless body in my lap still woke me up every
now and then, but the pain subsided with time. It was there, but it was
bearable. During the last four weeks, the world turned brighter. Colours
seeped in, painting vibrancy into the black and white canvas of my mind.
“I know she’s struggling,” Nick said, no annoyance left in his voice.
He wouldn’t dare question my motives after what I said, even if he still
had doubts—I was certain he did.
“I tried talking to her, but she’s not letting me in.”
There are two groups of trauma survivors: those who want to talk and
find it therapeutic, and those who keep in all in, mostly out of fear.
Nadia belonged to the second group. I did too. I refused to talk about
Adam’s death for months, and not just because I was downright scared to
relive it, but also to protect the people around me. If I told my mother I
wished I was the one to die, she would turn grey with worry. She didn’t
need to know. It was easier to hide behind a mask.
Nadia was the same. She protected Nick, too, by keeping secrets.
“I know my brother. I can screen-write that conversation for you. I know
what he would say, and I know what impact my words would have on him.”
Just like misery, secrets like company—lies. Lies get out of control
sooner rather than later.
“I wanted to give her time and space, but it’s been four weeks!” Nick
whined, and he took his phone out of the jacket pocket. “If she won’t tell
me, maybe he will.”
“You’re going to call Adrian?” I rested my elbows on the desk. “Don’t.
You think she’ll appreciate you spying on her? You’ve got to trust her,
Nick. She will tell you eventually.”
I wanted to know what happened just as much as he did, but going
behind Nadia’s back was a stupid idea. Satisfying curiosity wasn’t worth
losing her trust.
“I need to know.” He rubbed his face, inhaling deeply, then looked at me,
the torment on his face like a bucket of water over my head.
Sometimes I forgot just how much he cared about Nadia. He would give
his right arm if it meant she would never feel sad again.
“I can’t believe she’s back in therapy,” he said, sounding defeated. “I
can’t believe it’s happening all over again. You’ve no idea what the months
after our father died were like. She was a wreck, Thomas. She was a
shadow, a teary, vulnerable mess. She built a wall and hid behind it from
everyone.” He shook his head. “Nothing, not even Dad’s death hurt me as
much as watching my sister transition from a happy, innocent teenager to a
tormented, struggling woman. I can’t do it again.” He met my gaze, shaking
his head some more. “I can’t watch her go through it again and do nothing.
It’ll fucking kill me.”
“She’s not a lost cause. She’s getting help, and she’s getting better. Can’t
you see that?”
“Better?” he scoffed. “I thought she was just upset, but then she got stuck
in her own mind at the housewarming party, and I realised just how bad
things are. She’s a much better actress now. I can’t fucking read her
anymore.” He tapped on the screen. “That’s why I need to know what
happened.”
He pressed the phone to his ear, waiting for Adrian to pick up. The in-call
volume on his phone was at the loudest setting, and I heard the ringback
tone.
A battle raged in my head. Stay or leave? Find out now or wait for Nadia
to tell me the story?
Argh fuck.
I rose to my feet. There was no way I would risk the little trust she put in
me so far.
Thoughtfulness sucks ass.
“Hey, man, it’s Ty.” I heard and stopped in my tracks halfway to the door,
just a foot away from the chair Nick occupied. “I guess you’re after Adrian,
huh?”
“Hey, yeah,” Nick muttered. “Is he there?”
“Nah, he ain’t got his phone privileges yet. Another week before you can
talk to him.”
“Phone privileges? Where the hell is he?”
A moment of silence filled the air, broken by the rapid thudding of my
heart. I felt like a five-year-old about to disobey his parents. I wanted to
leave. Whatever was to come out of Ty’s mouth next wasn’t meant for my
ears, but my feet wouldn’t budge. I even stopped to hear better.
“Nadia didn’t tell you, huh? Damn that girl. She’s reckless.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? What happened there? What did Adrian
do?”
Nick turned around in his chair, aiming a puzzled expression at me as if
asking whether I made any sense of it.
I sure didn’t.
“If she chose not to tell you, then I won’t either, man. But I can tell you
this: Adrian is in rehab, and you can try him next weekend. Is Nadia
coming back to New York after the wedding?”
Questions multiplied in my head and on Nick’s face. His lips parted, and
I almost heard his brain work hard to connect the dots, but the picture was a
fucking abstraction.
“Not that I know,” Nick said, confusion in his tone. “Come on, Ty. Tell
me what I’m dealing with. Why did they break up?”
Ty sighed, and for a moment he must have debated whether to let Nick in
on the secret or not.
“Nadia must have a reason to keep it to herself. I just fucking hope it’s
not because she plans to come back. The best thing you can do for her is to
keep her in London. I’ll do my best to make sure Adrian doesn’t follow her.
God fucking knows they’re both self-destructive.”
He cut the call and left us both even more confused. Instead of answers
we got more questions. Nick watched the dark screen of his cell with two
wrinkles on his forehead. I regained the feeling in my feet when my phone
chimed once. A text message waited on the screen.
I’m here.
“Nadia’s here.” I grabbed my jacket from the chair. “I’m not coming
back to the office once I drop her off.”
Nick stopped chasing his thoughts for a moment. His eyes snapped to my
face, but he was only partly present.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. And Thomas… don’t tell her I spoke
to Ty.”
I nodded once, gritting my teeth. Was withholding the truth classed as
lying? I sure hoped not.
Fucking idiot! You should have left the room when you had a chance.
Nadia was buckled up in the passenger seat when I took the wheel. She
looked tired, but a small smile touched her eyes when, ignoring the possible
onlookers, I pecked her lips.
“Hey,” I muttered, a rush of inordinate protectiveness radiating all over
my body. “How was your day?”
Despite getting no answers or even hints from Ty, unease settled over me
when he mentioned rehab. Was it alcohol? Drugs? Either way, addicts have
a way of ruining a person’s life. Their addiction drags everyone they care
about down, sucking out life and happiness, leaving a distressed shell
behind.
“Busy. You haven’t checked the car for damage,” she pointed out when
we drove out onto the main road.
I rested my hand on her thigh. “As long as you’re not damaged, I don’t
care about the state of the car.”
“Aren’t you sweet. You should work harder on the arrogant asshole
persona I heard so much about, because I kind of feel cheated. You were
supposed to be a self-absorbed douchebag, Thomas, and you’re everything
but that. What happened?”
We stopped at the traffic lights, and I turned to her, taking her hand in
mine. “You happened, baby doll.”
A small smile was all she gave me, changing the subject to fill me in on
the band meeting, not that I cared. A Mercedes was parked outside Nadia’s
apartment, and Scorpio stood by the hood with Jane. He motioned to me
when I got out to help Nadia with the bags.
“Hey, sorry I’m late; Mel’s outdone herself again. I have been running
around the city like a headless chicken,” Nadia told Jane.
Jane pulled out a bottle of wine from behind her back. “I figured you
might need a pick-me-up.”
“I have a free house and a fridge full of beer.” Scorpio elbowed my side.
“Care to join me?”
The tone of his voice coupled with the unnatural eyebrow movement
hinted he was on a mission to find out what the deal was with me and
Naida. We hadn’t had time to catch up since the housewarming party. I
spent most of my free time with Nadia, and Scorpio must have added two
and two together.
Clever boy.
“Yeah, sure.” I followed the girls upstairs to leave the bags full of
lollipops and tea on the breakfast bar.
Nadia took out two wine glasses and left Jane to fill them, while she saw
me out. The last thing I expected was a kiss. Nadia wasn’t the one to steal
kisses from me any chance she got. She was cautious and refused to act as
if we were anything other than sex buddies.
“See you later?” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder to make sure
Jane wasn’t eavesdropping.
I pressed my lips to her forehead. “Call me when you’re done, baby.”
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CHAPTER 19
NADIA
Action, reaction
Every girl dreams about a best friend straight from the movies. The one
with whom you can share your deepest secrets, and she’ll always have your
back. The one you can laugh and cry with.
When you tell her you killed your husband, she grabs a shovel and pulls
an alibi out of thin air. When she’s getting married, it’s a given that you’re
the maid of honour. You’ll end up being the favourite auntie to her kids no
matter how many sisters she has.
Yeah, every girl wants a best friend straight from the movies—so did I,
except I ended up pulling the short straw and got Amelia. The horror movie
version of a bestie. The one who was the sweetest person and the
impersonation of a perfect friend right until her status changed from
girlfriend to fiancée. The engagement ring must have had some freak
magical powers and changed my beloved friend into a crazy bitch.
I couldn’t wait for the wedding to be over and done with.
She arrived at ten a.m. on Saturday morning, and turned my living room
into a make-up salon to try out different options for the big day, which, by
the way, was still four weeks away.
That would be fine if she meant her own make-up. But no, Mel meant the
bridesmaids’ make-up. Two make-up artists followed her in, and no more
than twenty minutes later, four bridesmaids arrived. For some reason,
Amelia thought I wouldn’t mind having seven women in my apartment. I
didn't even own enough cups to make them coffee and had to jog to the
nearby cafe for take-away lattes.
“Do you complicate things on purpose or just by accident?” I asked three
hours and seven make-up options later.
“What suits one won’t necessarily suit the other. Jane has blue eyes, so
the blues suit her, but not Alex because she has dark hair.”
It made little sense to me, but Mel’s exasperation kept my mouth shut.
The make-up artists worked hard to create something delicate but visible
that would satisfy the future bride and suit four girls.
They couldn’t know what they signed up for when they agreed to work
for Mel. She was never an easy-going person, and the upcoming wedding
made her much, much worse.
“I’ll make your life a little easier,” I said to Alice, one of the make-up
artists, when Amelia left the room for a moment. “Forget greens, blues and
pinks. Stick to grey, black and maybe champagne, but nothing too
extravagant.”
She nodded and returned to creating another masterpiece. Two hours and
five more make-up options later we had a winner—classic smoky eye and
coral lipstick.
Well, I could have done that.
It was past three in the afternoon before everyone except Mel left. The
focused, annoyed looked on her face told me she stayed to make my
afternoon miserable.
“Whatever it is you’re not happy about…”
“How much longer do you plan on sleeping with Thomas?” she cut in,
crossing her arms. “I can’t keep lying to Nick, and he doesn’t shut up about
you two.”
“Weren’t you the one who encouraged me to sleep with him again?” I
handed her a cup of steaming coffee.
She should have been thankful that I loved her or else she would suffer
from second-degree burns.
“I thought you would both be done by now! It doesn’t look like just sex
from where I’m standing. He gave you his car for the day! Do you have any
idea how much Nick whined about that? I’m sick and tired of listening to
how much Thomas is going to regret it if he hurts you. God, you’re all he
talks about. If he’s not angry about you spending time with Thomas, he’s
whining that you don’t trust him because you still haven’t told us why you
dumped Adrian.” She took a sip of the coffee and hissed when she burned
her tongue.
I kind of cheered inside.
Karma’s a bitch.
“Tell him,” she spat out. “If you can’t tell him the truth, then make
something up. I don’t care.”
Expecting Mel to be pleased about my deal with Thomas or the fact I
kept secrets was wishful thinking, but never in a million years would I have
expected to hear mockery in her voice. It stung. Hell, it hurt. We stood by
each other since day one in primary school, but it looked like a lot had
changed in the two years of my absence.
“Do go on. I see you’ve got something to add. You think you know why I
broke up with Adrian? Or why I didn’t tell you?”
She raised her chin, looking me in the eyes. “I think Adrian met someone
else, cheated on you or just got bored. I think you’re blowing it out of
proportion because you’re ashamed. Do you know why I think that?
Because you slept with Thomas hours after you met him.”
My mouth fell open. I wondered if she really thought so, or if she tried to
hurt me because she was jealous that Nick focused on me instead of her.
More than once in the past we got into stupid fights when Nick and I spent
too much time together.
Amelia was territorial. Half the time I understood her, but this time she
should have shut up. Instead, I was the one left speechless; dumbstruck
even. My body shuddered with anger, and all the reasons why she was
wrong danced on the tip of my tongue. I swallowed hard to stay calm. This
was neither the time nor place to scream my mind.
It wasn’t really what she thought for sure. She was just overwhelmed
with the wedding plans, and Nick unloading on her tipped the scales. I
couldn’t even blame her for pointing out I slept with Thomas on the first
night we met, though she was never the judgmental type.
I took a packet of cigarettes from the table. “You know where the door
is.”
Not waiting for more venom to spew from her mouth, I walked out to the
balcony, angry tears in the corners of my eyes.
The door to my apartment slammed shut less than a minute later. It had
been a while since we argued, but it was the first time I felt like I didn’t
belong here anymore. Maybe I was too damaged; too different. Maybe I
changed too much to fit in with my family.
Maybe I could only truly fit in with the man who turned my life upside
down in the best and worst way.
Two cigarettes did nothing to calm me down. Flashbacks started the
second I glanced at the painting in the living room, and soon enough I
swallowed two pills of diazepam. I laid on the couch, staring into the
distance. And once again, instead of remembering the bad times, I recalled
the good ones. I recalled every time Adrian made me feel like I could
conquer the world; every time he told me there was nothing more important
in his life than me; every kiss, and every whispered I love you.
It wasn’t fair. He hurt me beyond forgiveness, but my mind refused to let
the truth sink in.
“You haven’t locked the door again,” Thomas said hours later.
The sun already set, and it was getting dark outside. I looked away from
the screen of my laptop to find him entering the living room, a bottle of
wine in hand. A familiar warmth wrapped itself around me, chasing away
the demons. If he knew what effect he had on me, he would never come
near me again. It was crazy the way his presence soothed my tormented
mind and healed the scars and bruises. Temporarily—yes, but even those
short moments were steps taken in the right direction.
“I never do.” I watched him hang his jacket on the back of the chair.
Last week he lectured me about safety. “London’s not a safe place, baby
doll. Lock the door,” he said. It went in one ear and out the other. You
would think after the abuse I suffered; I would be obsessed with locking the
doors and triple checking that they’re locked.
After the first few fights with Adrian came a phase of locking myself in
the bathroom or locking him out of the dorm room, but then I learnt that
Adrian’s wrath grew proportionally to the time he had to wait for me to
come out.
“Wine?” I eyed the bottle he held.
“I heard you and Mel had a fight.” He frowned when he noticed the box
of Diazepam on the coffee table next to a cup of peppermint tea. “Why
didn’t you call me?”
I bit the inside of my cheek, a familiar warmth spreading in my chest. He
was so … unfair acting thoughtful and sweet.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
The wrinkles on his forehead deepened. He crossed the room, took a seat,
and pulled me onto his lap. A forceful, but calm kiss followed, soothing my
senses. I loved the way he held me flush against him, weaving one hand
into my hair while devouring my mouth as if it was his favourite part of the
day.
“Don’t lie. Mel was in tears when she came back home. I was helping
Nick set up the new barbeque, and Mel said she had been a right bitch to
you…” He shook his head. “She’s really upset.”
And so was he. We met a few weeks ago, but it was enough for me to
learn how to read his mind. He was worried. The way he held me; the look
on his face; the tone of his voice—everything betrayed him.
“Kiss me again.” I ghosted my fingers over his cheekbones.
No hesitation. No second thoughts.
Action, reaction.
His tongue teased my bottom lip before he deepened the kiss, tilting my
head to the side, and letting out all the air from his lungs. There was
nowhere else I would rather be.
I pecked his nose and hid my face in the crook of his neck, “I know she’s
under a lot of pressure, and Nick isn’t helping. He’s freaking out about me
and you, and about me and Adrian, and Mel had enough of being the third
wheel while her fiancée only worries and talks about me lately… But she
said some things she can’t take back.”
Thomas stroked my back in a repetitive motion, pressing his lips to my
temple. “Why didn’t you call me? I told you I’ll be here whenever you need
me.”
I kissed his jaw. “Because you’re not my personal antidote, Thomas. I’m
doing well without the pills because you’re around, but …”
He scoffed, gripping my wrist and pushing me away far enough to look
me in the eyes. “If you say you shouldn’t rely on me like that, I’ll flip. Be
selfish. Please be selfish. Focus on yourself. Take what you need, and don’t
look back.”
As if it were so easy. I wanted to be selfish, but it proved impossible
when Thomas, despite saying that he used me as much as I used him, acted
selfless. He put me, my well-being and happiness on a pedestal, and I
wanted to do the same and return the favour somehow, even though I had
no idea what ghosts hid in his closet.
“You never told me what happened to you.” I returned to the previous
position. “Why did you end up a bitter-sweet asshole who favours
meaningless sex with those perfect blondes?”
His muscles tensed under my fingertips. For the longest time, he
remained silent, probably relieving whatever happened. I wanted to kick my
own ass for asking. I wriggled out of his embrace, cupped his face and
pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
We were past the friends-with-benefits stage, but neither of us were ready
to admit it yet. We helped each other and slowly, but surely, we were losing
ourselves in what drew and held us together.
“When you’re ready to talk, I’ll listen,” I said, and tried to get up, but he
dug his fingers into my thighs to keep me in place.
“So will I.”
Something in his eyes, the kind of vulnerability I knew all too well,
pushed me to play a dangerous game.
“What’s worse,” I whispered, “pain or fear?”
He didn’t blink as if afraid to miss my reaction. “Pain.”
“Fear,” I countered, hinting too much. “It lasts longer.”
“Fear is just a reaction. It’s the product of your own thoughts.”
“Maybe, but the reason behind the fear is real.”
“Danger and pain are real. Fear is just a great illusion. Everything you
want is waiting on the other side of fear. Are you afraid of Adrian?”
I shook my head, afraid that Thomas would draw his own conclusions.
He knew too much already, and being a perceptive guy, he could figure out
the reason why I came back home early. He didn’t need more hints, but the
look on his face told me he didn’t believe me.
“Okay, so if he walked through the door right now, and saw us here
together, what would your first reaction be?”
I stared at him, surprised and annoyed at him for breaking the rules. He
agreed not to ask questions. I got up, and took the bottle of wine with me,
heading to the kitchen, but stopped in the doorway. The answer rolled off
my tongue before I thought it through.
“That depends whether or not he would walk in sober.”
Thomas’s head snapped to me, his eyes wide, eyebrow raised. I gave him
no time to reply, disappearing around the corner. I filled two glasses with
the wine Thomas brought, my heart bruising my ribcage with irregular
beats. He was closer to the truth than anyone else, and the trust I put in him
surprised me the most.
The burning need to let him in on the secret was something I hadn’t
expected. Speaking about what happened would start a chain of events I
didn’t want to be a part of.
“Sober?” Thomas asked when I came back.
He outstretched his hands, pulling me right back onto his lap. I straddled
him and found his lips, hungry for the safety he offered. The way his hands
caressed my face and neck had me longing for more.
I bit on his lower lip, then leaned back to grab the wine. I sipped a little,
then let him drink from my glass.
“Drugs. He’s in rehab now.”
I cut the conversation short, sliding off Thomas’s lap and opening the
laptop. He scooted closer, wrapped his arm around my stomach, and kissed
the nape of my neck.
“What are you doing?” He glanced at the screen. “Bachelorette party
planning?”
“Yes, and I could use your help. Mel said Barcelona is your go-to
weekend break. Do you happen to know any male strip clubs out there?”
Thomas sat up, his body stiff; jaw tight. It looked like a battle raged in
his head, and I couldn’t understand what got him from calm to annoyed in a
matter of seconds.
“Strip club? You think that’s a good idea?”
I turned back to the screen. “I couldn’t care less, but Mel is counting on
it. Besides, it’s not like the bachelor party won’t have strippers, so it’s only
fair we get to watch men take their clothes off.”
Thomas rose to his feet to pace the living room. I frowned, watching the
anger dance in his eyes.
“It’s not safe,” he muttered. “They’re all drunk and high and…” He
crouched down beside me. “I’ll be a thousand miles away, baby. I won’t be
able to help you if something goes wrong. You need to stay safe, and a male
strip-club isn’t a safe place.”
My heart swelled a little. There was nothing sexier than a man worrying
about his girl.
You’re not his.
True. It was hard to remember when Thomas acted protective. I took his
hand and laced our fingers.
“No need to worry. I want a big, organised show. A friend of mine went
to one last year, and she said it’s fun and safe. Maybe Mel will get lucky
enough and get to join them on stage. Apparently, they take a few girls to
cover their manly parts with baby lotion and then they splash it all over the
room.”
Thomas’s face told me I shared too much information.
“What if they want you to go on stage with them?” he growled, getting
up to pace some more. “I told you I won’t share you. You’re with me, and
…”
“No. I’m not. I only sleep with you. It’s just sex! You have no right to
dictate what I can and can’t do. You don’t get to control me!”
“That’s it,” Adrian stood in the middle of the room, while I hid in the
corner, my lip bleeding. “You don’t fucking leave this dorm room without
me, understood?! Every fucking douche bag on campus wants to get in your
pants!”
Tears were absent. I only cried the first few times Adrian took out his
paranoia and rage on me. Then I stopped crying. I stopped fighting too.
There was no point to it, he was stronger; he always won.
I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. “Okay.”
It did nothing to appease Adrian. There was no pattern to his behaviour.
Words and actions that calmed him down last time were just as easily
infuriating him the next time he came back home high. I couldn’t prepare,
because I never knew what was coming.
The one constant was the reason behind his anger—me, or the mere idea
of any guy getting anywhere near me. His territoriality got out of control,
and Adrian sank deeper and deeper into the madness.
He took a few steps toward me, then caught my wrist and pinned me to
the wall, closing five fingers around my throat.
“I’m not fucking kidding!” He squeezed harder. “You don’t leave unless
I’m with you.”
***
I never felt like an artist, but since early days I loved the smell of pastels
on my hands, the vivid colours and images that spilled from my imagination
and filled a blank canvas with a part of my soul.
As a child, I used to fill notebooks with scribbles, and got quite good at
drawing before I was ten. For my twelfth birthday, Dad bought me a set of
acrylic paints, professional brushes and canvases, and the minute the brush
touched the canvas, I felt at home. Years later, painting was still the main
thing that helped me clear my thoughts.
But not this time.
I stood in front of the canvas for two hours, hoping to forget about
Thomas and the blondes. Unsuccessfully. My mind was filled with the
images of Thomas worshiping the blondes in his bed, car and on his desk.
The painting looked like I bled on it.
I threw the brush aside, made a hole in the canvas with my fist and went
downstairs to turn off the phone. Thomas rang every few minutes, but I
wasn’t ready to talk. Regret turned to anger, and I was just mad now. Mad at
him for messing with my feelings; mad at myself for the feelings and mad
for agreeing to the stupid no-strings-attached deal in the first place.
Drama queen much?
Hell yes. Aren’t we all?
Apart from Anthony’s words, there was no hard evidence to prove
Thomas slept with Marie, but it didn’t stop me from feeling cheated. And
the worst part was that I only had myself to blame, and now I had to find
the safest way out of the situation.
The phone rang again, but this time it wasn’t Thomas. It was Amelia.
“Hey,” I said surprised she decided to end the silent treatment.
She wasn’t the kind to apologise first or admit to being wrong.
“Look at that! Your phone works,” she mocked, unaware it fueled the
fire. “In that case, can I find out why you’re not picking up from Thomas?”
Irony covered her words like honey and the countdown on the bomb that I
was ticked faster. “He just called, asking me to check on you. Trouble in
paradise?”
I pulled a bottle of white wine and one glass from the cupboard. I
couldn’t be more pathetic if I tried.
“I don’t want to talk to him.”
“And you can’t tell him that? You’re adults, damn it, so act like it.” She
sighed and her attitude changed. “He’s worried, Nadia.” Cue in the
patronising tone. “He’s worried. I have never heard him like that. He’s
going crazy just because you missed his call! You won’t convince me it’s
just sex. Why are you ignoring him? What did he do?”
I shrugged, aware she couldn’t see me. “Nothing. At least nothing I
should be mad about.” I collapsed on the couch and hung my head low. “I
saw Marie today, and then heard Nick and Anthony talking. Looks like
Thomas is sleeping with her.” A jab of anger jolted me upright. “I’m so
pissed off! He didn’t promise me anything. It was supposed to be just sex,
and it was so why do I feel cheated?!”
“I told you he’s not a monogamist, honey.”
She just had to get the “I told you so” out of her system or else she would
get ill. At least she tried to conceal the condescending tone. It didn’t work,
but I gave her a few brownie points for trying.
“I know. I remember.” I filled the glass to the brim, then shoved half of
its contents at the back of my throat as if it were vodka. “I thought we were
exclusive. I know I was.”
I fell back and hugged a pillow, staring at the Puppeteer piece on the
wall. Once again I felt like I gave up on Adrian too soon.
“Ladies night!” Mel exclaimed. “You need a girl’s night out. I can’t
today, but we’ll go to Vertigo tomorrow. You can drown the sorrows in
tequila.”
A small laugh was my first answer. A few shots wouldn’t help me forget
that Thomas was my antidote. I wasn’t even sure if I was more upset about
losing him or the peace he offered. The latter was more probable.
Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to call it quits. He was a playboy but he still
deserved more than someone as wounded as me. It was cruel to keep him
close, expecting that he could piece me together when half of the elements
were missing.
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CHAPTER 21
NADIA
“Why does he want you to call?” I asked as I searched for a big piece of
lemon in the bowl.
“Because he wants to know you got home safe. I can’t believe I’m saying
this, but I’m pretty sure Thomas is a monogamist now. He has been since
you came back from New York.” A grin stretched her lips making it hard
not to smile. “Call him. I know you want to. He called me five times today
to check on you. He’s worried and miserable.”
So was I. Instead of telling him we were over, I ignored his calls, afraid
to push him away, afraid that I would never let him go, and afraid that fear
would win every time. It wasn’t fair to Thomas.
Cheating was the one thing I wouldn’t forgive, but it was hard to talk
about cheating when I had no evidence.
And can you even cheat on someone you’re just sleeping with?
“Did you tell him why I’m not answering his calls?”
Amelia turned pink. “I’m sorry. I snapped. No one can treat you like the
third wheel!” She slammed her fists on the table and dropped them to her
lap. “I shouted at him a little,” she added, her voice small.
“Shouted a little” in Mel’s dictionary translated to “screamed her head
off, swearing and threatening to castrate him”. There weren’t many people
worthy of Amelia’s protectiveness, but those who were got a bodyguard
straight from hell. If she could, she would tear apart everyone who dared to
say one foul word about the people she loved.
“Come on, call him. Please. Do it for me,” she whined.
“Change of sides again?”
She blushed harder. “For the last time now. I’ll be rooting for you two the
way you rooted for me and Nick. I swear.”
We drank another shot, and I rested my forehead on the cool table. If it
weren’t for the tequila, I would have spent a few more hours overanalysing,
but José pushed my overthinking to the side.
“Get another bottle to go, call Nick and meet me outside.”
She saluted, gathered her things and walked away to the bar. Tequila
whooshed in my head when I stood. I didn’t feel drunk, but my lack of
coordination proved otherwise.
I stopped around the corner and rested against the wall, a cigarette in-
between my lips.
A phone call to Thomas while tequila spoke for me wasn’t the best idea,
but a decision once made shouldn’t be questioned. I pressed the phone to
my ear and exhaled a cloud of grey smoke.
“Hey sweetie, why are you here alone?” A tall blond guy in rimless
glasses appeared in front of me. “I’m Max. Pretty girls like you aren’t safe
here. You could get hurt.”
“Are you hitting on me?” José spoke through me fearless and arrogant.
Stupid, too. His words didn’t hint he was into me. “Thanks, but no thanks.”
“What are you talking about?” Thomas said to my ear.
Max took my hand. “You had too much to drink, didn’t you? You
shouldn’t be alone.”
I snatched my hand free and anxiety arrived acting better than smelling
salts. “Don’t touch me.”
“Nadia, what’s wrong, baby? Who’s there?” Thomas asked.
I turned on my heel, ready to leave, but I stepped on a pebble, twisted my
ankle and fell face first on the pavement.
So very gracious.
The phone slipped from my hand and bounced off the curb, landing on
the road, and the screen turned black.
“No need to do that.” Max took my arm to help me up, then gathered my
phone off the street and handed it back. “I’m genuinely just trying to look
out for you. You’re very pretty, and a bit drunk, and we both know this city
is full of idiots.” He bent down and pressed his fingers to my ankle. “Tell
me if it hurts.”
“It doesn’t.” I moved my leg back. “Who are you?”
He smiled, showing off a row of immaculate, white teeth. A blue t-shirt
hugged his back, and an expensive-looking watch was on his wrist.
“I’m Max. And you are …?”
“Nadia!” Amelia screamed, rounding the corner with a bottle of tequila
in one hand and a phone to her ear. “Oh my God,” she panted, zeroing in on
the guy beside me. “Oh my God!”
She tucked the bottle in her bag and shoved her phone in there too,
disconnecting the call and gawking at Max.
“Nadia,” Max repeated, testing the word. “It’s French, isn’t it?”
“You’re …” Mel stuttered, her eyes shining. “You’re Max Gawn!”
He smirked under his nose, then turned his attention to an exhilarated
Amelia. “Yes I am. And who are you?”
“I’m your biggest fan! Amelia Roberts, soon to be Grimwald.”
I stifled a laugh. She was one of a kind.
I studied Max’s face—he must have been famous—but for the life of me,
I had no idea who he was. An actor? A singer? A news presenter? You
would think Mel would be used to famous people by now. She was
surrounded by them daily.
“I saw all your movies! You’re amazing!” she continued.
An actor. Okay.
Mel rummaged through her bag and fished out a notepad and a pen. “Can
I please have an autograph?”
Max chuckled again. “Sure. You must be the first person in forever who
hadn’t asked for a picture.”
She face-palmed herself, her cheeks pink. “Picture, or it didn’t happen,”
she muttered to herself. “Can I have a picture too?”
Max signed a blank page in the notepad, then wrapped his arm around
my swooning friend, and let her take more selfies than necessary. She
stepped away, flushed and bothered.
Nick wouldn’t approve.
“What a coincidence! I mean, I know you live here, but this is crazy!”
The sound of a large engine halted their conversation. A black Mercedes
rounded the corner and tyres squealed when it stopped by the curb right in
front of us. Scorpio shot out from the driver’s seat, leaving the door open
and engine running. His eyes roamed over my body as if looking for
injuries.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“What do you think? I’m making sure Thomas doesn’t fucking sprint
back here. What the hell happened? He’s losing his shit. Why aren’t you
picking up from him?” he asked Mel.
The pink shade to her cheeks disappeared, leaving her skin ashen. “Oh
God…” She looked at me wide-eyed. “He was on the phone thinking
something happened to you when I saw Max.”
All she said was “Oh my God” before she cut the call. I snatched Mel’s
phone and dialled his number.
“Mel, what the hell is happening?” he fumed, a magnitude of powerful
emotions in his voice.
“It’s me. I’m fine, and …”
“Baby,” he uttered, letting out all the air from his lungs, and waking up
millions of butterflies in my belly. “What happened? Who was that guy?
Did he hurt you?”
“No, I’m okay. He’s an actor. He was looking out for me, but I misread
his intentions.” I sent Max an apologetic smile. “Mel’s a fan, and she got
carried away when she saw him.”
Thomas let out a shaky breath. “You scared the hell out of me. God, I’m
glad you’re okay. Is Scorpio there yet?”
I handed the phone to Scorpio and turned around when Max put his hand
on my shoulder.
“I’ll leave you now. It seems you’re in good hands.”
“Thank you.”
Mel swooned some more, lusting after him when he disappeared out of
view. Scorpio came back and gave the phone to Mel who straightened out,
bracing for an earful. She started apologizing before Thomas could say a
word, and Scorpio opened the passenger side door.
“Get in. I’m taking you home.”
Mel took the back seat, and after muttering “okay” and “I’m sorry” a few
times, she handed the phone back to me.
“Amelia told me why you’ve been ignoring my calls,” Thomas said,
sounding calmer.
“This isn’t a good time.” I rested my head against the side window.
“We’ll talk when you get back.”
“I won’t let you wonder for two days whether I’m being a selfish asshole
or not. I’m not. It’s just you, baby doll. I want you, and I’m yours.”
I bit my cheek and glanced at Scorpio who watched the road in great
concentration. The bed creaked on the other side of the line, and I imagined
Thomas sporting a snow-white T-shirt and sweatpants, sitting on the white,
neat bed in his hotel room.
“I believe you, but now, I have to go.”
Scorpio stopped the car outside of Nick’s house, then turned to me when
Mel left, clutching the notepad to her chest.
“You know, when he told me about you two the first time, I was ready to
kick his ass because I wanted to protect you. Now, I think he’s the one who
needs protection. He’s a good guy, Nadia.”
That I didn’t expect. Scorpio had me used to thinking of him as being the
joker. We never held a serious conversation, and it was odd to hear a
serious, sensible words come out of his mouth.
“I know he is, and I don’t think he needs protection. We have rules as you
may know, and Thomas knows better than to let me hurt him.”
Scorpio scoffed, and shook his head, switching the gear to reverse. “I
don’t think he does.”
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CHAPTER 22
THOMAS
Lie better
The room was stuffy despite the open windows, which did nothing to let
the cool air in. That’s because there was no cool air around. It was twenty
past one in the morning, but the temperature outside still oscillated around
twenty degrees Celsius.
Welcome to España.
I sat in a comfortable armchair by the bed with the nightlamp on and a
glass of vodka in my hand. The hotel bar closed at midnight, but the bellboy
was rather keen to fetch me a drink. It wasn’t my first visit, and he knew I
tipped well.
Instead of drinking and staring at the open window, I should have gone to
sleep. I had another meeting at nine a.m., but the remnants of all the
contradicting emotions kept me awake.
I had spent two days on my toes, trying to contact Nadia. Three hours of
silence were enough for me to guess why she decided to ditch my calls. A
sense of dread and an anxious state took over when an unpleasant thought
entered my mind—she was going to end our agreement.
If that wasn’t enough to send my mind into overdrive, then the icing on
the cake happened—Mel’s seemingly terrified “Oh my God” a moment
after I heard someone hitting on Nadia. I never went from calm to confused,
annoyed and fucking terrified faster.
Possible scenarios infested my mind, stripping me of the ability to think
straight. Five minutes passed while I waited for either Scorpio to arrive at
the scene or for Mel to pick up the phone. It was the longest five minutes of
my goddamn life.
Jesus, I was losing it. Losing it over a girl. A girl who …
Sounds familiar? Good. You remember what happened last time I was
losing it for this girl?
Yeah? Well… replay.
Unfortunately, the hotel room left a lot to be desired in terms of things
that could be trashed, and all I did was kick the armchair and pace between
the door and the window with the phone to my ear.
Not very dramatic.
Just as fast as the fear arrived, it died away when I heard my girl’s voice.
No whimpers, no sobs.
Yes. That’s right. My girl.
Nadia could fight it all she wanted, but I would fight back just as hard
until she waved the white flag and admitted to wanting more than what we
agreed on. She had already took small steps across the bridge that led to me.
My phone chimed on the nightstand. Nadia looked at me from the
illuminated screen. I took the picture like a true psycho pervert—on the sly
and without her knowledge. She wasn’t smiling; she wasn’t sad. She was
calm, and that was the most beautiful expression she could wear.
I promised to call you when I woke up, but I don’t have the heart to
wake you. And I doubt you meant the middle of the night.
We talked for forty minutes when Scorpio dropped her off, and she fell
asleep while I told her about the record label I toured earlier, trying to
decide if it was worth the asking price. I didn’t realise my work was so
boring, but there you go.
The sad part? I didn’t mind. At least I knew she fell asleep without the
sleeping pills.
The yet-another psycho-pervert part? I listened to her steady breaths for
ten minutes before I cut the call.
In less than four weeks, that girl had me wrapped around her finger. She
was all I thought about, the one person I wanted to spend time with non-
stop. It had been two days since I flew to Madrid, and I missed her as if I
hadn’t seen her for a month.
I glanced into the mirror on the wall opposite to the bed and raised an
eyebrow, surprised not to see pussy-whipped tattooed on my forehead.
It was there, just invisible.
How did my plan for my life change during a few short weeks? I turned
from a rowdy, arrogant playboy without dreams, into a rowdy, arrogant guy
with one goal—to make Nadia mine.
It scared me. I struggled to make sense of my thoughts and choices. The
sudden territoriality and jealousy surprised me at every turn. I was confused
but determined because I liked what Nadia did to me. Feeling was great, but
looking into the future impatiently, not indifferently was the best.
Nadia answered before the first ringback tone ended.
“I didn’t peg you for a light sleeper,” she said. “Sorry.”
“I wasn’t sleeping. You were supposed to call. If I were asleep, a text
message wouldn’t wake me.”
“I didn’t want to wake you.” She let out an exasperated puff. “Okay, I
wanted to. I had a bad dream.”
The bed creaked under my weight when I laid down, both happy that she
called and upset that she was plagued by nightmares.
“Do you want to tell me about it?”
“No. I just wanted to hear you. I miss you.” She weighed the words as if
afraid to say them aloud. “And I don’t mean sex. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, baby. It’s just two more days.”
“You sure know how to make a girl impatient” she chuckled. “Can’t you
come back now? Pretty please?”
Say no more.
Eighteen hours later I landed at Heathrow after paying the lawyer twice
the agreed sum so that he would get the paperwork finalised before noon.
All in all, including a new plane ticket, I spent an extra seven grand to get
back to Nadia.
All because she said “please”.
She made me no less crazy than Maya. The difference was that Claudia
held back my extravagant ideas when it came to the little girl. There was no
one to talk sense into me where Nadia was concerned.
I jumped into the first taxi outside the terminal building and gave the
driver Nadia’s address. It was almost ten p.m. when I barged into her
apartment uninvited and unannounced.
Soft footsteps started in the living room, and Nadia rounded the corner
coming to an abrupt stop when she saw me standing in the hallway a
suitcase in hand.
Big, dark eyes watched me with a mixture of surprise and glee. “You
came back.”
“You asked.” I shrugged as if it weren’t that big of a deal.
Her face brightened, and just then, a chubby Cupid shot his arrow right at
my ass. The smile on her lips was the prettiest “thank you” I ever saw. She
came closer, grabbed my tie and drew me in for a kiss.
“You’re crazy, you know? You didn’t have to come back early.”
I dropped the suitcase and took her face in my hands, enjoying the happy
sparks dancing in her eyes. Nothing made me more euphoric than knowing
that Nadia was perfectly calm.
“No, I didn’t, but I wanted to.” I kissed her forehead. “I need a shower,
fresh clothes and you in my bed. In that order, so grab a few things and
we’re going back to my house.”
She frowned and stepped back. “What kind of a gentleman are you? Why
should I take a taxi home in the middle of the night? Forget it. My shower
works just fine and you don’t need clothes in bed.”
“You won’t be taking a taxi. You’re staying the night, baby doll.”
I didn’t expect her to agree. She clung to the no-strings-attached idea
despite knowing we were way past being just physical, so she threw me off
when her lips parted, but no words came out, and a small nod followed. I
took it as a good sign first, but as she ascended the stairs, I realised she
hoped her nightmares and screams would scare me away.
Five minutes later, she appeared downstairs with a small travel bag and a
cheeky smile.
“I have something for you. Well, kind of.” She winked, then pretended to
zip her lips, and I knew there was no point in asking.
To be honest, when she entered my bedroom after a long shower a little
over an hour later, I was fucking glad I didn’t ask.
Wet hair stuck to her neck and shoulders; glowing skin was bathed in the
orange hue of the dimmed lights.
All I could do was sit there in awe, unable to word a coherent sentence,
unable to tear my eyes off her. I bit on my knuckles, watching her flawless
body covered in red lingerie. Ribbons were attached to the bra and panties
and tied in a bow in the middle of her stomach.
She was imperfectly perfect inside and out. Bruised and unstable, but
irresistible, nonetheless. And I just knew, watching the small smile on her
lips, that I wasn’t going to fall for her.
No, I already had. Hard, and fast.
“The look on your face makes me want to run.”
She straddled me instead.
I brushed my fingers down her spine and closed her lips with a forceful
kiss, ready to dive between her thighs.
“Why?” I moved my hands to her hips, digging my fingers into the warm
skin. “Why do you want to run?”
“Because you’re hoping for more.” She cupped my face. “Lie to me.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Lie better. Please.”
“I don’t want more,” I said, then contradicted the words with a kiss. “I
don’t want you to be mine, baby doll.”
She fiddled with the buttons on my shirt, and pulled it over my head,
resting her tiny palms on my chest. “I don’t want you to touch me.”
Hot lips ghosted across my jawline. I caught her wrists, then flipped her
so she would lie flat on the bed.
“Lie better,” I echoed, turning a fantasy into reality when I undid the bow
on her stomach with my teeth.
“I don’t want you to want more.”
I unclasped her bra, closing my mouth on her breast before pulling the
red panties down her legs.
My heart thudded against my ribs when I pushed inside of her, the pace
of my thrusts different to all the previous times we had sex. We were all but
rushing, the slow rhythm of our bodies designed to speak the truths we
couldn’t say with words.
We couldn’t because we weren’t ready for declarations and empty
promises. The road to happiness was paved with small bridges we had to
cross first. But that was okay. The wait, the work, the uncertainty—okay
because something changed. We went from fighting to keep our relationship
purely sexual to accepting that it was a lost fight.
We waved the white flag and let fate do its thing.
I held her close when she writhed under me on the bed until breathless,
tired and satisfied, we dropped next to each other. Nadia lay on her stomach
with a cascade of brown hair scattered on the pillow.
She looked at me from under her long lashes, and I covered her with the
sheets, pressed my lips to her shoulder, and locked myself in the bathroom.
I washed my face with cold water, ready to wait until Nadia fell asleep, but
when I returned to the bedroom, she was already out.
I drew her hot body to mine and buried my face in her hair, prepared for a
wake-up call at any given moment.
But Nadia didn’t move all night. It was me who woke up every hour on
the hour. The alarm that blared at five-thirty didn’t wake her either. She was
still asleep an hour later when I returned to the bedroom after working out
in the basement, and she slept on when, just after seven, I accidentally
slammed the wardrobe door.
No one expected me in the office until tomorrow, and so with a laptop on
my lap, I sat by the window in the bedroom to do some work.
And Nadia was still asleep.
She woke up three hours later, looked around the room, and when she
saw me, she smiled, sighed and stretched like a pussycat.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Half past ten.”
Her eyes grew wide, and she sat up. The sheets slipped down her body
revealing bare breasts. I must have done something right in my life to
deserve that.
“I slept for ten hours straight,” she muttered, covering my favourite view.
“I didn’t wake up once…”
“No. You slept like a baby.”
If it was the first time in months she slept through the night, then she had
something to think about. There was no fear in her eyes, so I sat behind her,
and drew her to my chest, waiting until she made sense of the night. She
pulled away a moment later and got out of bed, taking the sheets with her.
I caught her hand. “Are you okay?”
She looked as if her thoughts raced hundreds of miles an hour and
anxiety settled over me like a stormy cloud.
“I’m always okay when I’m with you.”
She retreated to the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and I hit the
headrest of the bed with the back of my head. There was something in her
voice that had me bracing for a break-up. Again.
And we weren’t even dating yet.
I knew her way of thinking, and now, instead of being happy that her
nightmares didn’t bother her, she was going to turn it around to make it look
like a bad thing. I rubbed my face, ready to dodge the bullets.
Water started running in the shower, and Nadia’s phone vibrated on the
bedside table. Once, twice, and again. It was Mel, and I considered
answering, but before I made my mind up, she called me.
“Where’s Nadia?” she huffed.
“Taking a shower. Should I pass a message?”
“Yes, tell her I’ll pick her up in ten and she better be ready. I have the
dress fitting in half an hour.”
“Can’t you go alone today? She could use a day off.”
“Does Nick know you’re back early?”
I liked Mel, but right now I imagined my fingers closing around her thin
neck. We had talked a lot over the past few days when Nadia wasn’t
answering my calls, and I was under the impression that Mel had my back.
She seemed happy that I cared about her best friend, and even gave me
advice.
“Whose side are you on?”
She huffed some more. “Yours. If I weren’t, my fiancé would turn your
balls in to blown eggs. Be nice and don’t mess with my schedule. Nadia
was at my disposal today. I’ll turn a blind eye this time, but try this again,
and I’m taking all your toys!”
I chuckled, and she did too, with no trace of anger in her tone. She was
like a firecracker—loud bang and an impressive explosion that lasted a few
seconds at the most.
“Fine, mum. You can pick her up from my house in two hours.”
“I’ll be back at work by then. Just drop her off at the venue. She’s got
things to take care of there.”
I used the time when Nadia was in the shower to brew two coffees. When
I returned upstairs, she stood in front of the mirror, dressed in heels, slim
black jeans and a white vest.
“Mel called…”
“I know. I just spoke to her,” she said, then turned around and started to
gather her things. “Can you take me to James?”
No eye contact didn’t bode well for me, but I was determined not to let
her put a cross on us. She was halfway through the bridge, and instead of
pressing forward, she looked down.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” I handed her a cup.
“I don’t know what I’m thinking. I just… You make me whole again,
Thomas. I’m taking advantage of you and you’re still here. What is wrong
with you?! Why aren’t you running?!”
Thank fuck for anger. It was easier to control than sadness or fear.
“You act like I didn’t know what I was getting into, like you forced me to
do something against my will. I volunteered.”
She shook her head, fire in her eyes—bitch face on display. “Yeah,
because you wanted to sleep with me.”
I almost laughed. The attempt at pissing me off was adorable. She lied to
herself, and she acted dumb and clueless because she was afraid that I
didn’t feel what she thought I felt.
“Because I wanted you.” I held her gaze. “And I still do. I accepted the
rules you set out, and I would still adhere to them if I thought you didn’t
give a shit about me, but you do. Fuck, Nadia, you want me. You want
more. You’re just afraid to admit it.”
Silence fell upon us. It rang in my ears, and every passing second pushed
me that much closer to madness. That girl sure knew how to build the
tension. It was like some freak horror movie, when nothing happens, but
you just know that any second someone will jump out of nowhere and scare
the living fuck out of you.
Instead of more screaming, Nadia exhaled slowly. “I need to see James.”
She zipped the bag, then rose on her toes to kiss my lips. “There is so much
I need to work through, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m not afraid of your past. I’m afraid you’ll let it ruin our present.”
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CHAPTER 23
NADIA
Puppet
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Funny. It seemed the road to heaven was paved with selfish deeds. My
relationship with Thomas hit a crossroad. He wanted more despite knowing
he was falling for damaged goods. I wanted more despite knowing Adrian
still had a hold on me.
“You’ve always been the one to overthink,” James said, sipping on his
coffee. “You complicate things that are, in fact, very simple. I’m not
allowed to tell you what to do, Nadia, but you know what to do.”
“I allow you,” I smirked. “Let’s pretend you’re not my doctor for five
minutes. Just be a friend. Is it cruel and selfish to want to be with Thomas
when I’m still not out of the woods?” I kicked my heels off and tucked my
feet under my bum. “At first, I thought he was just an ad hoc anaesthetic,
but he’s more. The longer I’m with him, the bigger my progress. I hugged
Nick the other day and didn’t even mind his closeness.”
“Well, friend. If you only want to be with him because he’s healing you,
then yes—it’s cruel and selfish, but if you have feelings for him, then the
help he’s offering is just a bonus.”
The longer I thought about it, the more convinced I was that I had
feelings for Thomas since day one. It was just physical attraction at first,
coupled with how safe and normal he made me feel, and it quickly turned to
more than physical attraction. Maybe that was partly the reason why I
refused to give in to him, because deep down I knew we would never make
it as friends with benefits.
I was trying to protect him from day one.
My phone rang, and the ringtone alone made my skin crawl. A soft,
bluesy guitar riffs captivated my mind, soul and all my senses. James’s
office became a blur, his voice distorted. The one clear thing in sight was
the screen of my phone, and the sound of Stay around a little longer by
Buddy Guy.
“Let me guess,” I said, seeing Adrian’s broad smile.
He spent the last two hours in front of the laptop, claiming he had to
write a term paper, but the look on his face told me that instead of writing,
he surfed the web.
“That small independent cinema is screening one of the old Pacino
movies this weekend.”
“No, I have something better.” He put the laptop aside and outstretched
his hand to me. “C’mon puppet. You’ll love this.”
I climbed onto his lap and smiled when he wrapped his arms around me.
He wore his favourite, oversized fraternity hoodie. It was so big that I could
easily fit in there with him. The smell of his cologne rubbed off on my
clothes, a pleasant mixture of juniper, musk and bergamot.
He kissed my head and rested his cheek there. “Close your eyes.”
I did, and Adrian pressed play. The room filled with a bluesy song,
hugging my senses the way Adrian hugged my body. I didn’t listen to the
words lost in the melody, but Adrian had a few lines he wanted me to
remember. He moved his lips to my ear and whispered the chorus.
The phone kept ringing in my hand. How on earth did he get my number?
I changed it the day he was locked in the rehab facility and gave it to no one
in New York. Thomas, Amelia, Nick …
Nick.
Nick spoke to Adrian.
Bile came to my throat, and I couldn’t catch a breath at the mere thought
of my brother knowing why I left Adrian.
I slid my thumb across the screen, pressed the phone to my ear, and
stared into the distance. All I saw was Adrian’s face; all I felt were his
Eskimo kisses all over my face.
He breathed down the line forcing the hair on my neck to stand to
attention. Three months had passed since the last time I heard him.
“Puppet,” he whispered. “Please don’t hang up.”
My body stiffened, and I remained silent, too stunned to say or do
anything.
He sniffled, then took a deep breath. “I miss you so much, puppet. I miss
you like crazy. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make you trust
me again. I’m clean. I swear.”
He sounded desperate and so sincere. I felt my body tremble, focused on
his words, the tone of his voice and all the unspoken “I’m sorry” and “I
love you” in-between the lines.
“Hey,” I muttered, my eyes closed. “How are you doing?”
A chocked back sob on his side of the line almost broke my heart all over
again.
“I’m good. I’m better. Clean, sober. I’ll be out in a couple of weeks…
How are you, puppet? Are you safe?” His voice broke, but he took a hold of
himself. “Just tell me you’re safe. I’ve been worried sick.”
“I’m safe,” I muttered to calm him down.
I didn’t want to hear him hurt. He suffered so much, and now he had to
live with everything he did. It couldn’t be easy.
“Thank God. Can you come and visit?”
A tear rolled down my cheek and fell onto my jeans. “No, I can’t.”
It didn’t sound like I meant it. I wasn’t sure if I did. I just wanted him to
keep talking in that soothing manner. There wasn’t a cell in my body that
didn’t experience fear, but with every word coming out of his mouth my
body relaxed. The memories of the good times somehow outweighed the
bad things that crippled our relationship.
Adrian was a magician. He hurt me beyond measure, but it took a few
seconds of hearing him talk for the foundations of my defences to crack as
if I built them in a sinking city.
“Please, I need to see you and apologise. I need to tell you how sorry I
am, and how much I miss you, and how much I l…”
“Don’t say it,” I cut in, scared half to death of how those three words
would affect me.
I ran my hand through my hair, hugged my knees, and rocked back and
forth like a child terrified of the monster hiding under the bed.
“I love you, puppet. I love you so much. I can’t go another day without
you.”
“Stop. Please, stop saying it.” I pleaded, getting more hysterical by the
second, even though I wanted him to repeat those words forever.
“I’ll never stop. I’ll always love you. I need you, I need to see you, and I
need to kiss you. God, I miss your lips; I miss the way you taste. You’re
everything I need, puppet.”
I shut my eyes tighter, blocking the memories his words summoned. The
endless nights and days I spent in his arms, the soft kisses, the most
endearing confessions, and the three words that made my heart skip a beat.
It made me want to get on the next plane to New York so he could tell me
how much he loved me face to face.
“You spoke to Nick, didn’t you? What did you tell him?”
“Nothing, puppet. Why didn’t you tell him? You shouldn’t protect me,
baby. He should know, and he should hate me. I know I do.”
“He shouldn’t know. It would break him, and I won’t do that to him three
weeks ahead of his wedding. And you won’t either. Promise me.”
“I do; I promise, puppet. Whatever you want. I leave rehab in two weeks.
I can still make the wedding.”
I felt a firm grip on my shoulders and saw James kneeling in front of me.
He looked as scared as I felt. The hold, the hypnotic state Adrian trapped
me in subsided, and I allowed myself to hear his voice, to feel the touch of
his hands, to see concern in his eyes.
“Should I call Nick?”
I shook my head no.
“Who is that?” Adrian asked, his tone defeated.
“I’m glad you’re better, but I don’t want you to come.”
I pressed the red button on the screen, my hands shaking, my body
shuddered with silent sobs. How was Adrian able to isolate me like that?
How was it that my own subconscious saw him as the victim?
The bluesy melody filled the silence again, but this time I didn’t answer,
and when he stopped calling, I blocked his number, then deleted it from my
contacts just in case.
We couldn’t stay in touch if I were to ever heal.
“He manipulates you,” James said, the doctor-patient front long gone.
“Don’t fall for it, Nadia. He’ll be an addict for the rest of his life. Don’t let
him trick you into taking him back. You’ll live in fear forever.”
He was right, but Adrian’s call wasn’t the worst that happened. Nick gave
him my number, and that felt like a slap across my face.
“I need all the pills you took from me.”
James frowned, shaking his head a firm no.
“Please. I need to show Nick why he should never hope that I’ll get back
with Adrian. I can’t tell him the truth, but I can show him the state Adrian
left me in.”
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CHAPTER 24
THOMAS
Crazy rooster
Scorpio rubbed his hands together. “I’m taking your money tonight,
boys.”
He wished. We played poker at Nick’s house every Wednesday for over a
year, and Scorpio won maybe ten games in total.
“In your dreams. It’s my lucky night.” Ethan picked his cards and his
smile faded.
I pushed chips to the centre of the table. “I bet a hundred.”
Nicholas grumbled and tossed his cards aside, folding. He came up with
these poker nights, but it was a rarity for him to win. The saying goes
“lucky at cards, unlucky at love,” but Nick reversed it to “unlucky at cards,
lucky at love,” always blaming his bad luck on Amelia.
Ethan called my bet, and Scorpio did, too. I discarded two cards and
sipped on the vodka while dealing more cards to the three of us. I won the
first two rounds, and my luck was gone for the rest of the night. Ethan
picked up pace, and two hours later he had most of our money in his pocket.
Scorpio and I were out a grand, but we wanted to lose more.
Nick decided to play it safe and after losing three hundred, he became
our croupier.
“You going to call it or what?” He nudged me.
“Yeah.” I threw the chips in a pile. “I call.”
I pushed my money to the centre of the table, holding a pair of queens.
There was no way I could win, but who cared? I hadn’t heard from Nadia
since I dropped her off at James’s office, and I was starting to lose it. I
should have stayed home instead of meeting Nick at the company to tell
him I closed the deal in Madrid.
“Watch and learn.” Ethan smiled, revealing four kings.
Lucky bastard.
At that moment, the front door opened, and the sound of heels
reverberated through the house. I knew it was Nadia before she walked into
the kitchen, her face determined.
“Hey, sis,” Nick said. “What’s wrong?”
She stopped beside him, tilted her purse upside down and tipped the
contents in front of Nick.
“Do you know what this is?” she snapped, her eyes red and puffy.
Nick looked from her to me as if I could shed some light on what the hell
was going on. I fucking wished I could.
Too many emotions were visible on his face to guess which one took the
stage.
“Tablets …” he said, taken aback by her attitude.
He grabbed the first orange bottle of prescription pills and read the label.
And only then did the anxiety take lead. He tossed the bottle aside and
grabbed another, then another, his complexion blanching.
“Why do you have so many?”
“I needed them.” Her voice full of sadness and regret. “Guess who called
me today.”
I slid out with my chair, ready to grab her, and hide her in my arms. She
was close to tears, and I didn’t need her to spell out the name of who called.
Her anxiety was enough of a clue.
Ethan and Scorpio glanced between her, Nick, and me. They looked like
they wanted to disappear, and I didn’t blame them.
“How could you give him my number!” Nadia exploded. “I asked you
not to call him!”
Nick’s shoulders sagged while he gawked at the medication littering the
table. “He called me this morning. We talked for a while…”
“What did you talk about? He sure didn’t tell you why we split up. You
wouldn’t sit like that if you knew. Did he at least say where he was for the
last three months?”
Nick shook his head and looked at me for help. Fucking coward. He
knew where Adrian was, but he acted stupid. He wanted to get up, but
Nadia pushed him back on the chair, and she grabbed my glass of vodka
and drank half in one go.
“He spent three months in rehab,” she said. “Three months to get clean
after a friend of his got him hooked on PCP.”
Nick managed to stand, and took Nadia’s hand, pulling her into his arms.
I would do the same, but her reaction would be different.
She broke free and stepped away. “Don’t ever tell him how to contact
me, Nick. And don’t ever think I’ll take him back. You wouldn't want it for
me if you knew …”
“But I don’t know!” Nick lost his temper.
I expected that. It had been five weeks since Nadia returned from New
York, and he still had no idea why she was no longer with Adrian. I got up
too, but Nadia sent a warning glare in my direction. Instead of embracing
her so she would calm down, I re-filled the glass, then rested against the
wall.
“Tell me! What did he do? You left him because he was on drugs?”
A nervous chuckle escaped her. “I left him because he deserved it.
Because I didn’t deserve what he did and how he behaved. And you …”
She looked at him, and I took a mechanical step toward her. “You
should be on my side.”
“I am on your side. Of course, I am; I just thought you could work things
out.” He rubbed his face and glanced at the pills again. “I’m sorry. I won’t
give him your number again, and I’ll find you a new psychiatrist.”
“I don’t need a new one. I’m doing well with James.”
Nick squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Apparently not. Look at all those
pills! It’s fucking ridiculous that you’re on so many!”
“I’m not. Those were prescribed by my psychiatrist in New York, but
James sorted through them and only left me with diazepam and sleeping
pills for now.”
Nick sighed, not having any of it. “You’re not making progress, Nadia.
You need someone better. The way you are; the way you have been since
Dad died isn’t normal. You…”
“I’m not normal,” she cut in, hurt in her words.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“That’s what you think!”
“What am I supposed to think?! You don’t tell me anything! And neither
does Adrian!”
He pumped his fists and cracked his neck as if to get rid of the tension
bubbling inside him, then torment took residence in his expression. It was
genuine and fake all at once. He cared about her, and it pained him that she
struggled, but right now, he jumped at the opportunity and took advantage
of Nadia’s vulnerability.
“You can’t rely on pills for the rest of your life,” he continued in a
defeated tone. His shoulders sagged, and tone morphed into plea. “I’ll find
you a new psychiatrist. You must get better, sis. I need you to get better. I
can’t stand seeing you like this.”
I only saw the profile of Nadia’s face, but it was enough for my stomach
to somersault backwards. She was afraid of him; afraid to oppose him;
afraid of his screams, orders and disappointment. Her hands trembled as
much as her chin, and Nick pressed forward, sensing a good moment to
strike harder.
“You need help, Nadia. You can’t do this alone, but James isn’t the right
doctor for you. And since you don’t trust me enough to say what happened,
I need to find someone you will trust.” He pulled a stray, beaten-dog face.
Blood boiled in my veins. He was manipulating her—the tone of his
voice; the attitude and every word aimed to expose her weaknesses and
force her to cooperate against better judgement.
I just fucking hoped he did it unconsciously. Still, it made me sick,
because Nadia was too weak to defend herself.
“Stop brainwashing her,” I said.
I couldn’t just watch as he reduced her to an obedient mess.
“Stay out if this,” Nick snapped. “You don’t know the first thing about
it.”
Nadia glanced at me, helpless and nervous. She didn’t ask for help, but
the plea in her eyes was enough for me to act.
“I know more than you think. The last thing she needs is guilt.” My heart
thudded in my chest, when I focused back on Nadia. “You’re doing much
better now than you did a month ago.”
She bit her bottom lip, her eyes darting between Nick and me, then she
let out a shaky breath. “That’s thanks to you.” Tears filled her eyes, but she
clenched her teeth, refusing to cry. “You calm me down. You help more
than anything, but you’re not a cure. You’re just a band-aid.”
“That’s a lie.”
We heard from the door. Mel stood there her gaze fixed on Nadia.
“You told me you’re better even when Thomas isn’t around.”
Nadia turned to me, her cheeks a faint shade of pink. “It’s not fair to you.
You deserve better than this.”
“Better than you? There is no one better. I don’t deserve you, baby doll,
but unless you tell me to go, I won’t budge.”
“I told you to stay away from her,” Nick said with the sort of calmness
that precedes fury.
“I’m glad he didn’t listen.” Nadia grabbed my hand, entwining our
fingers. “I’m sorry. This isn’t how this was supposed to go. I didn’t mean to
put you on the spot.”
I drew her to my side. “The end result remains the same no matter how
he would have found out.”
Scorpio grinned in his chair; Mel smiled in the doorway. Ethan looked as
if he tried a lemon for the first time, and Nick … Nick changed colour like a
kaleidoscope—white, green, red and purple.
“I told you to stay away from her!”
The overprotective brother instead of being overprotective and worried
about the rapidly deteriorating condition of his sister, was simply furious.
He watched me and Nadia as if he couldn’t comprehend what was
happening.
He probably couldn’t.
Too bad he couldn’t prioritize either—calming Nadia before hitting
Thomas.
Nadia took a step forward when Nick charged at me, but his expression
told me he was ready to throw one of his sorry-ass punches at my face, so I
pulled Nadia behind me just in time for Nick’s fist to connect with the left
side of my face.
“You slept with her?! You slept with my sister?!”
Scorpio jumped to his feet and grabbed Nick by the shoulders. He meant
well but made things worse. Nick, like an enraged bull, fought to break free,
murder on his mind. He sucker-punched Scorpio under the ribs and jumped
at me like a crazy rooster, taking a fistful of my shirt and pinning me to the
nearest wall.
“Let him go!” Nadia and Mel cried in sync.
“Don’t,” I said, looking at my best friend’s face hovering inches from
mine. “Go on, hit me.”
He had to unwind and to be honest, I deserved a black eye. I went behind
his back, and that was low even for me. Self-preservation instincts pushed
me into action, but I suppressed my reflexes.
Truth be told, I thought he would let go, but I underestimated his rage.
He threw his hand back, then forth, and landed a neat blast on my jaw. And
I had to admit that pissed-off Nick punched like a boxer.
He let me go and turned toward Nadia. Tears stained her cheeks, but she
tried to pull him away from me. Courage left her when Nick took a step
forward, his fists clenched, steam coming out of his nose.
She stopped fighting, she stopped crying. She froze, staring at her brother
and choking back tears.
“You let him fuck you?!” Nick roared, grabbed her arm and yanked her
closer. “You’re…”
I didn’t let him finish. Whatever was to spew from his mouth would
trample Nadia’s self-esteem and give her one more reason to cry. I grabbed
Nick by his shirt and pulled hard. He let go of Nadia, landing with his back
on the table. Chips and drinks flew to the floor, but Nick scrambled to his
feet and swung at me. This time I didn’t try to suppress my reflexes. I
dodged, then hit his face with all I had.
“You touch her again, and I’ll break your fucking hands,” I seethed, then
turned on my heel and cupped Nadia’s face. “You okay?”
She nodded, looking over my shoulder. “Get me out of here. Please.”
I took her hand and led her outside. The last we heard before we closed
the door was Scorpio trying to convince Nick not to chase us.
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CHAPTER 25
NADIA
Jealous
“Good morning,” Thomas whispered, kissing the soft spot behind my ear.
I peeked a little. He was dressed, his hair damp from a recent shower. I
cringed at the sudden onset of a headache. No wonder. I had cried myself to
sleep in his arms, and I hadn’t uttered a word since we left Nick’s house.
“Hey. What time is it?”
“Almost ten. I rang James to tell him you won’t make your morning
appointment. He said he’s got the afternoon free if you want to see him
later.” He kissed my forehead and moved away so I could sit. “How are you
feeling today?”
Another cringe. “I have a headache. Why aren’t you at the office?”
“I’m not going in today. Nick needs time to cool off and it’ll be better if
he doesn’t see my face so early in the morning.” He handed me a cup of
coffee, then opened the drawer in the bedside table, and took out a box of
paracetamol. “You need to eat something.”
“I’ll throw up if I eat.” I tugged on his hand, until he got the hint, and laid
beside me, hiding me in his arms. “I’m sorry about Nick. I knew he
wouldn’t be happy about us, but I can’t believe he hit you.”
“I can’t believe it hurt. Don’t apologise for him. When he sees what you
mean to me, he’ll apologise himself.”
“Have you thought this through?” I cocked my head to kiss his chin,
internal shivers touching every one of my organs. “Are you one hundred
percent sure I’m what you want? Because I’m yours if you want me,
Thomas. It’s pointless to delude myself that we’re just physical when we’re
so much more. I just need you to really think about this, because what you
saw so far is just the tip of the iceberg, and I want you to…”
“And breathe,” he cut in the same way he did seconds before he kissed
me for the first time. “I have never been so sure of anything in my life. You
were mine the moment I laid my eyes on you at the airport. You just didn’t
know it then.”
“Now I do.” I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck and sighed, the
emotions that accompanied me last night gone. “Don’t cheat on me.”
He chuckled softly, then more when I smacked his head.
“My reputation doesn’t speak in my favour, but cheating is the last thing
I would do.” He rested on his elbow. “You’ll have to be patient with me,
baby doll. I’ll make mistakes while I learn how to take care of you.”
That one sentence was enough to melt me. I stretched and made myself
comfortable, hugging the pillow.
“If you’re not going to the office, we can stay in bed all day.”
“We do have a party to attend tonight. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to
miss hearing Aaron live again, and I have to be there.”
A pang of dread settled over me at the thought of seeing Nick, but one
kiss pressed to the crown of my head pushed the worry aside.
Nick couldn’t hate Thomas forever. He just needed time to process the
information. After all, they were best friends and business partners. Nick
cared about Thomas more than any other friend he ever had, and I had a
feeling his anger was in part triggered by fear. He was afraid to lose a friend
if my relationship with Thomas didn’t last the same way I feared to lose
Amelia when she started dating my brother.
“Next week, while you’re in Barcelona, I think it might be a good idea to
employ two bodyguards to keep an eye on all of you.”
I sat up, hoping I misheard him. “You’re joking, right? No way!” As if I
would let him hire two vultures to report our every move back. “You can’t.
Promise you won’t.”
“If anything happens, we’ll be a thousand miles away.”
I put my finger to his lips. “We’ll be fine. Do you see me trying to sneak
spies into your party?”
He laughed pulling me back to the previous position. “Spies? You plan
on doing something I wouldn’t be happy about?”
“No, but I can’t speak for the other girls. I can’t let you control me. I
lived through it once, and I’m not doing it again.”
He pulled my chin up. “I’m not trying to control you. I just need to know
that you’re safe.”
“I will be. I won’t mix, and I’ll text you throughout the night that we’re
fine, and I’ll stay out of trouble.”
“And if anyone bothers you, get the bouncers involved.”
I kissed him, but a simple peck wasn’t enough. He teased my bottom lip,
then sank deeper in my mouth, igniting my senses.
“Compromise,” he muttered. “That’ll take some getting used to.”
***
If there was anything I learned about Thomas during the last few weeks
of mind-blowing sex, it was his fondness of my bare neck and back. He
caressed the line of my spine, and worshiped it with kisses every time, so
for Aaron’s party I settled for a simple, elegant, backless dress. We would
be surrounded by a crowd of perfectly proportioned blondes, and I needed
Thomas to think about the bedroom only when he looked at me.
I stood in front of the mirror in the hallway, finishing off with gold
earrings when Thomas entered my apartment. A fitted, three-piece charcoal
suit hugged the tall, muscular perfection that was his body.
He stopped two steps in, sizing me up. “Remember what you said about
me having to work on my asshole persona? You would change your mind
real quick if you could hear the thoughts that’ll scream in my head later
when every guy at that fucking party eyes you up.”
“We don’t have to go. I have Netflix and wine.”
A sad smile crossed his face. “I need to go, baby. Nick won’t risk making
a scene with all the paparazzi there.”
I wouldn’t bet my money on that.
The party was held at Grande, a club around the corner from C&G
Records. Almost two hundred guests crowded the space, and waiters
walked around the room with champagne on silver plates. I snatched a glass
the moment we entered, expecting some sort of a power display on Nick’s
part. He was a Grimwald, and we rarely backed down.
“They’re by the bar,” Thomas said. “Come on.”
“You want to go there? He hit you last night. I doubt he’s ready to shake
hands, Thomas.”
“Avoiding him won’t help. He needs to see us together, baby doll. He
needs to know I care about you.”
“Do you now?” I chuckled, but it came out nervous.
He pulled me closer and closed my lips with an affectionate kiss in the
middle of the crowded room. “Like you can’t imagine.”
My heart picked up pace with every step we got closer to my
unpredictable brother. I liked to think I knew him well, but this time I
couldn’t guess his reaction
Nick chatted to Aaron with his hand around Mel’s waist. He seemed
relaxed, but the moment he saw us approaching, his shoulders tensed, and a
frown replaced amusement. He held Thomas’s gaze for a moment, then
turned his head, and pulled Mel into the crowd.
“Told you he wouldn’t make a scene,” Thomas said, disappointment in
his voice.
All day he acted as if Nick’s lack of approval didn’t bother him, but he
couldn’t fool me.
I squeezed his hand. “He’ll come around. I promise.”
“Nadia!” Aaron cheered, charging at me like a bull, and drew me in for a
hug. “Nice to see you again. I hoped you would visit me.”
“I’m sorry; I’ve been busy.”
“Well, the offer stands if you’re ever in need of live entertainment.”
“I’ll bring her in on Monday.” Thomas pulled me closer, marking his
territory. “You’re in all day, right?”
“Right,” Aaron mumbled, and shook his head as if shooing away
unwanted thoughts. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
Nicholas re-emerged from the crowd pissed off.
“Nadia, a word. Now.”
Mel stopped behind him, panting, and wide-eyed, and Thomas chose that
moment to kiss my temple.
Don’t push it.
“Go,” he whispered. “I’ll wait here.”
Nick led me through the dancefloor and out the emergency exit to the
back of the building. I took the opportunity to light a cigarette.
“Don’t be mad at Thomas, Nick. At least not just at him. We’re both
guilty.”
He scoffed and took the packet from my hand. “You’re my sister, and
he’s my best friend. He had no right to touch you. He’s a player, Nadia. He
treats women like trash. You’re better than that!”
Better than a one-night stand with a guy I just met? Yes, but it wasn’t just
one night, and it was never meant to be only one night, no matter what I
told myself. I wanted Thomas since the first time I saw his cinnamon eyes,
but I fought the feelings with all my might.
“He cares about me. I’m not like the blondes, and you know it. I care
about him, too.”
“He’s not good for you, sis. I don’t want you to get hurt. He might care
now, but it’s not enough.”
He coughed inhaling the smoke but got better by the time he was halfway
through the cigarette.
“It’s a start. He makes me happy. He makes the huge hole in my heart
heal. I know I’m asking for much, but try to accept it, okay? He doesn’t let
it show, but he’s upset that you’re not talking to him.” I butted the cigarette
in the ashtray, and kissed Nick’s cheek. “Don’t worry, I won’t come crying
to you if this doesn’t last.”
“I know you won’t. You’ll get my wife drunk instead.”
With that, he turned around, and entered the building. I stayed behind and
lit up another cigarette. Nick wouldn’t forgive Thomas at the snap of my
fingers, but the fact he chose to talk to me meant he wanted to forgive him.
He just needed time.
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CHAPTER 26
THOMAS
Permission
Thirty-two toddlers ran around a function room I rented out for Maya’s
birthday. A large, pink and blue bouncy castle filled sixty percent of the
floor space, and whatever was left was occupied by the sugar-rushed kids.
Parents were either squashed by the walls, or tending to their spawns’
every whim, and I stood by the door with Richard like cheap security detail,
stopping the wild bunch from escaping.
“One hour down, one to go,” he shouted to me, despite standing four feet
away. “I’m going to get a drink You want something?”
Giggles, screams and squeals filled the air.
I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. I pointed to the bottle of water in my
hand. “I’m good.”
“Maya’s enjoying herself.” Claudia took Richard’s place, grinning. “And
you look like you’re having fun too.”
“Don’t I just. I’ll be glad if my head doesn’t explode by the time we’re
done here. How can they make so much noise?”
I took my phone out to check for messages from Nadia who rose bright
and early and went on a shopping spree with Amelia to find the perfect
dress for the wedding.
A few messages waited on the screen, and I smiled, flicking through the
pictures of my girl wearing different dresses. A dark green one caught my
eye—fitted at the top, and loose at the bottom. I sent her the picture back,
and within thirty seconds I got a reply.
That’s the one I bought. We’re at Nick’s, he still has a lot to say
about us.
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CHAPTER 27
NADIA
Lesser evil
Adrian’s lifeless body woke me up time after time for three nights in a
row. Thomas stayed at my apartment, but his proximity failed to keep the
nightmares at bay.
Or maybe it did—maybe I wouldn’t sleep at all if he weren’t there.
Kelly, Adrian’s mom, called the morning after my meltdown, sounding as
if the weight of the world sat on her shoulders. She cried, pleaded, then
begged me to take Adrian back. I understood why she changed her mind,
but I couldn’t help but feel betrayed and abandoned.
The doctor flashed a light into my eyes. “Can you see okay? No double
or blurred vision?”
“No,” I slurred, and closed my eyes. “Just dizziness and nausea. It hurts
like no headache I’ve ever had.”
He pressed his thumb to my wrist to check my pulse. “I’ll give you
codeine for the ribs, and it should help with the head pain too, although
they might not work for the concussion. Depends on how bad it is.” He
handed me a paper cup with four pills. “That’s for pain and nausea. There’s
a prescription waiting for you in the pharmacy downstairs.”
Over the course of six months, I had been a regular visitor in the
Accident and Emergency Department, and most of the doctors knew me by
name. At first, they believed the stories about my clumsiness, but since I
arrived with a black eye and a split lip that required two stitches, they tried
to convince me to press charges. After that, Adrian learnt to watch where he
hit me so I wouldn’t walk around campus with a bruised face. Instead of
closing his fingers around my neck, he gripped my arms to push me against
the wall. Instead of hitting my face, he threw me on the floor, and I would
hurt my knees or hands.
The physical pain was nothing in comparison to the fear he could evoke
just by looking at me with dilated pupils.
The fear of pain is worse than pain itself.
“You need anything else?” the doctor asked, his hand on the handle.
I dropped my gaze to the floor, tears in the corners of my eyes. My heart
thudded against my broken ribs each breath more painful than the previous.
I shuddered and caught onto my side, doubling over, my mouth parted in a
silent scream.
“Can I,” I whispered, too afraid that nothing but a high-pitched sob
would leave my lips if I tried to speak up. “Can I stay here for a while?”
The door opened, but no footsteps followed, and I brought my head up to
meet the piercing gaze of the doctor’s blue eyes.
“Let me call the police, Nadia.”
I shook my head no, and I regretted it when the nausea intensified.
“Please. How much more can you take?”
“No, he needs help, not police. He needs a doctor, but he’s not ready
yet,” I muttered and wiped away the single tear that dared to roll down my
cheek. “You’re right. I can’t take any more. I can’t watch him destroy
everything he ever cared for.”
Adrian’s boxing career was no longer an option; his grades were
slipping, and he was on the verge of being kicked out of school. All his
friends turned their backs on him. Ty lasted longest—three months before he
packed his bags and moved back home to New Jersey after pleading,
threatening and bargaining with me proved fruitless.
He tried every trick in the book to make me leave Adrian.
How could I? I was ashamed, scared and weak. I had no strength left to
save Adrian, let alone myself, but I still hoped for better days. I hoped that
one day Adrian would realise how much he lost, and it would push him to
seek help.
I was done hoping.
Something broke inside me while I lay on that hospital bed. Whatever it
was, it hit me hard, and every ounce of rage that Adrian took out on me,
every bruise, cut and tear resurfaced.
I couldn’t take any more.
I called Ty and asked him to meet me in Washington where Adrian’s
mother, Kelly lived, oblivious to her son’s addiction.
When she found out about everything Adrian did to me, she cried for
hours. Afterwards, she organised the rehab, paid off a few doctors to have
Adrian admitted against his will, and made me swear to leave and never
come back to New York.
“I won’t come,” I told her, breaking through her pleading. “Please don’t
ask me to go through this again. Ty said Adrian is doing better, and that the
anti-depressants are working.”
“Yes, but…”
“He needs to get better for himself, not for me, Kelly, or else he’ll relapse
a few weeks or months down the line. I’ll stay in touch with Ty, and call
Adrian when he can take phone calls again.”
I cut the call and switched the cell phone off just in case she would try
again. My resolution not to visit Adrian hung by a thread. I reached for my
suitcase ten times over the past three days, but Thomas’s voice sounded in
my head every time.
***
Thomas stopped in front of his bedroom door later that evening, holding
my hand and acting self-conscious.
He positioned me in front of him before he pushed the door open, his
hands wrapped around my stomach.
The bed was set with snow-white sheets and half-a-dozen matching
pillows. Two bouquets of red roses stood on the night tables; petals littered
the floor. The whole room was candle lit, soft romantic music played from
the speaker on the windowsill. Two glasses along with a bottle of
champagne sat next to the third and largest bouquet on the ottoman. It was
perfect and breath-taking, like a set of a romantic movie.
And I hated it.
Thomas kissed my neck, his lips cold against my skin. He acted nothing
like his usual, impatient and adoring self, he was anxious, reserved, and
hesitant. I could tell by the way he touched me, and the tension in his
muscles that he couldn’t adapt to the scenery he created.
“What is all this?” I muttered.
His lips were distracting me as they ghosted over the line of my jaw.
“I thought we could do it right this time.” He slid the straps of my blouse
down my shoulders.
I took a step forward, then turned to face him. “Right? What was wrong
about the other times?”
He straightened his back. “You don’t like it?”
The anxiousness in his voice made me want to tear the place down.
“No, I don’t like it. I hate it! This isn’t you.”
“But… girls fall for impertinent bad boys and then spend their life trying
to change them into stay-at-home romantics,” he said, as if reciting
someone’s words.
“And you decided to cut one step ahead of me,” I scoffed. “Well,
whoever told you this doesn’t know me. I don’t need flowers or candles.” I
cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. “If I wanted a romantic guy, I
wouldn’t be with you.” I pecked his lips to relax him. “I don’t want you to
act.”
“I knew this was a bad idea when I set to work.”
“Next time trust your gut. I like that when we have sex, you act as if you
can’t get enough, as if you’re there to take what’s yours.”
I entered the room, and took off my blouse, then tossed it on the floor.
Thomas was one step behind me, but I didn’t let him touch me. Instead, I
pushed him on the bed, and let my skirt fall down my legs.
He inhaled at the sight of a black set of lingerie with a tight corset and
matching stockings that hugged my body.
“No touching,” I murmured, slapping his hands away, and began undoing
the buttons on his shirt.
A song I knew well played from the portable speaker—Heartbeat by
Haux, while Thomas clenched and unclenched his fists to stop from ripping
my corset off.
I slid the shirt down his arms, ghosting my lips over his neck. “Take
what’s yours,” I muttered in his ear.
One second I sat astride on him, and the next I laid on the white sheets,
surrounded by rose petals, with Thomas’s lips kissing the inside of my
thigh. I weaved my fingers through his hair and my mouth fell open, when
he slid my panties down and stood to take off his trousers.
“I want you to look at me,” he said, climbing back on the bed.
I awaited a restless, brutal thrust as he positioned himself above me,
parting my legs, but he slid inside me slowly, inch by inch. A muffled pant
of satisfaction left his lips, and I wrapped my arms around him as his moves
became rhythmic, my moans drowning out the music.
“I’ll never let you go,” he whispered, and without warning, he pulled me
up, and rested his back against the headboard. “Take what will always be
yours, baby doll.”
I rose on my knees, and fell back on top of him, my fingers on his jaw
and my mouth on his forehead. I closed my eyes, breathless and feverish,
basking in the luxury of his unrestrained affection.
My moves grew faster, and my moans louder as the minutes passed. We
were the only people in the world, locked in a bubble, unavailable.
Thomas gripped my hips to keep me in place and pumped his hips up and
down fast and hard, bruising my lips with forceful kisses. The pace alone
was enough for the muscles in my abdomen to contract, but the urgency of
his touch turned the intensity of my orgasm up a notch. His body tensed in
sync with mine, and the low growl that came from deep within his chest
made me faint a little.
Black spots danced before my eyes when I buried my face in the crook of
his neck.
“I’m afraid I can’t move,” I murmured. “My legs feel like jelly.”
Thomas chuckled, then pushed me back until I laid beneath him, gold
speckles sparkling in his cinnamon irises.
“Don’t even think about sleeping. I’m starving.” He pecked my lips, then
reached for his phone to order a take-away.
The food arrived half an hour later. We sat on the floor in the living
room, watching TV. Thomas fed me some of his tortellini but refused to try
my gnocchi. I sat on his lap with a fork-full and did my best to keep him
from wriggling out of my grip.
He finally gave up, but then caught my wrists, his lips drew a line from
my neck through my chin to stop just half an inch from my mouth. I inched
closer but he moved away, denying me his lips. He teased me like that a few
times, driving me livid. I tore my wrists out of his grip, and caught his face,
fastening my lips to his.
“So impatient,” he murmured.
His hands moved down my back as I traced the contour of his mouth, and
he kissed my fingers one by one.
We moved over to the couch when a movie started—they-killed-him-but-
he-got-away kind. Unlike Thomas, who seemed interested in the plot, I was
far more absorbed by drawing little circles on his jaw.
He kissed my hand every time it got close enough to his lips. His mouth
curved into a smile when I nested my head under his chin and played with
his fingers next. I adored the little scar he had next to his thumb. It was an
inch-long perfect, pale line.
“How did you get it?” I asked.
“You know that game where you stab a blade in-between your fingers as
fast as you can? I got overconfident.”
I chuckled. No surprises there. Thomas was overconfident in all aspects
of his life.
“You put a knife through your hand? Why did you play that game?” I
didn’t want to think about how much it hurt.
He looked down at me with an impish grin. “It was the first night in the
Army. We all did stupid things that night.”
“Army?” I raised on my elbows. “You were in the Army?”
A small wrinkle appeared on his forehead. “Of course.”
It was the twenty-first century. No one was forced to serve, and I didn’t
know a single guy who volunteered. Yet there I was—in the arms of a
soldier.
“That explains a lot.” I kissed his chin. “Arrogance, your huge ego, the
way you look down on everyone…”
Thomas grabbed my wrists and pulled me under him, bringing my hands
above my head. “You’re the most annoying little creature I have ever met,”
he hissed. “I can’t be all flaws, or you wouldn’t be mine.”
“Handsome. Protective. Passionate.”
His lips curved. “Continue.”
“You’re big-headed as it is. No need to add to it.”
“Stubborn.” He kissed the corner of my lips. “Impatient. Delicate.”
“Are those supposed to be my flaws or qualities?”
“Both.” He kissed my lips and moved back to the position we were
before. His eyes focused on the TV, and my fingers returned to drawing
different shapes on his body.
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CHAPTER 28
NADIA
So far so good. We’re at the hotel, leaving in an hour. Thank you for
the gift.
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THOMAS
Nicholas got up from the couch. “I don’t know about you, but I’m off to
bed. It was a great night.”
As if to confirm it, we heard a girl moan in pleasure from one of the
attached bedrooms.
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CHAPTER 30
NADIA
Daddy,
I hate her so much it hurts. You used to say that hate causes a lot of
problems, but it fixes none. It’s true. The hatred I feel towards Karen for
taking you from me solves nothing. It doesn’t ease the pain; it just hurts
Nick. It doesn’t bring you back; it takes the one parent I have left.
I tried to forgive her, but it’s impossible. I would forgive Adrian over her
every time. At least I know he hurt me because he was on drugs. Karen has
no excuses. She made a conscious decision to cheat on you. Maybe if you
were still here, if her actions didn’t take you away from me, I would be able
to forgive her.
But you’re not here. You’re dead, and I’m lonely.
It’s funny how I came back to London to start over, and just when I
thought I found a way to do so, my past came back to laugh in my face.
There’s no escaping him, Daddy. I think he’ll forever be a part of me no
matter how far I run or where I hide. I owe him so much, and the time has
come to pay my debt.
Why is life so complicated? Why can’t it be simple? Why can’t there only
be wrong or right; black or white? Why aren’t you here to help me choose?
What am I supposed to do now? Which door to take? I wish you were here
to tell me which one of them is right.
But you’re not, and I’m stuck.
I know it should be easy. Adrian turned my life—our lives into a
nightmare, and Thomas is leading me out of the dark tunnel. He makes me
happy, Daddy. He makes the bad memories fade; he makes me forget the
pain, and when he’s with me it’s like the huge hole in my heart is almost
healed.
I still miss you, but when he’s around it’s easier to find peace without
having you here. He’s the one I want, and he should be the one I chose, but
it’s not that easy. Nothing ever is, right? Isn’t that what you always said?
I don’t want to get hurt again. I don’t know how much more I can take
before I get to the point where I won’t be able to get up again. I’m scared of
making the wrong choice. I’m scared of losing Thomas if I leave, and I’m
scared Adrian will do something reckless if I stay.
There’s no wrong or right choice here. It’s a choice between what’s best
for me, and what’s best for them.
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CHAPTER 31
THOMAS
You’re next
Nadia was distant all week. She chased her thoughts most of the time
we spent together, which wasn’t much. Amelia took the week off and
dragged Nadia with her to every meeting, appointment, and dress fitting.
I tried to talk to her and ask about her parents and Karen, but she
dismissed every question. After a few tries, I gave up, not wanting to
armour the wall that grew between us the moment Karen arrived. I had a
feeling that Karen was only partially responsible for Nadia’s daydreaming
though.
The week dragged on as if it dragged last week’s dead body behind it.
The anticipation ahead of the wedding hit an all-time high, and even I got a
bit nervous by Friday. The good thing was that Nadia’s worries were pushed
out by excitement, and by the time Saturday morning arrived, she was more
or less back to her normal self.
“Why aren’t you here? I need you! Get down here right now!”
Amelia screamed down the phone so loud that I heard every word despite
standing in the doorway of my living room.
It was just past eight a.m., and the hairdresser was finishing Nadia’s hair.
I was still in my gym pants, sweaty from my morning work-out. I half
hoped for a morning work-out session with Nadia’s naked body writhing
underneath me, but since she was up before the alarm I settled for the gym.
“I’ll be there in thirty, Mel. Is the hairdresser there?” This time I didn’t
hear the reply. “Good. Sit down and let her do her job.”
She hung up after that and glanced over her shoulder. “Why aren’t you
ready? Mel’s freaking out; we need to leave soon.”
She shooed me away, and the small chance I hoped I had for morning sex
was gone. Twenty minutes later, we were on our way to Nick’s house, and
once we arrived, we were swallowed by the chaos.
No, really, it was disgraceful.
Nicholas jumped out on us as soon as we entered the house. “Do
something!” he yelled over the noise of seventeen people talking at once.
“Everyone’s everywhere! No one knows what to do! I don’t know what to
do! Mel’s throwing up every ten minutes; her mum is crying, and…”
“Whoa. Calm down.” I patted him on the back. “Calm down.”
I looked around the madness. There were people everywhere, shouting
and running around like a flock of sheep without a dog to herd them into a
pen. Scorpio was on the phone, screaming. Mel’s foster parents, Jack and
Grace, were in the living room, arguing. Karen was rushing down the stairs
with Nick’s suit jacket in hand, and the bridesmaids giggled in the corner.
I caught Nadia’s hand when Karen approached, half expecting another
round of screaming, but Nadia held her head up high, and swallowed her
pride. I knew she did it for Nick’s and Mel’s sake, but I was still fucking
proud of her considering how much hatred she harboured toward the
woman.
“Enough!” Nadia yelled, standing in the middle of the hallway.
“Everyone, shut up!” They all turned to her, surprised. “Here’s how it’s
going to go: Grace, you need to be upstairs with Mel. Groomsmen go in the
living room, bridesmaids in the kitchen. Jack, you’re in charge of the
groomsmen—make sure they look decent. Karen,” she swallowed hard and
grinded her teeth, “take over the bridesmaids.” She rolled her eyes, when no
one moved. “Do you need an invitation?! Go!”
They did. As directed, groomsmen went to the left, and bridesmaids went
to the right. Karen watched Nadia for a second, probably stunned that she
addressed her by name and not by “bitch”, then spun around and got to
work as if fulfilling Nadia’s order could earn her forgiveness.
“Make sure they don’t get out of control again,” Nadia told me, looking
over her shoulder. “I’m going upstairs.”
The remark about Amelia throwing up stopped me from climbing the
stairs to say “Hi”. Instead, I got Nick a glass of champagne, and tried to
blend in, so no one could ask me what time it was, when the cars were
arriving, or where their fucking bowtie was. Nadia came back five minutes
later, and once again took control. Within thirty seconds, Ethan was on his
way to the pharmacy for some over the counter anti-nausea medication, and
everyone knew where their fucking bowtie was.
“I need you,” Nadia took my hand. Long, manicured nails dug into my
skin and she stepped closer to my side. “Karen,” she shouted, waiting for
her mother to join us in the hallway.
I fell in love with her that much more. She trusted me to keep her in
check, to soothe the torment in her mind whenever Karen was about. I put
my hand around her waist, leaning into her ear.
“I’ve got you. And you’ve got this.”
Karen emerged from the kitchen, pale and self-conscious.
“Grace is falling apart up there, and it’s not helping Mel. Take her place
and calm Mel down. I need to get the dress and the bouquet ready.”
“Of course,” Karen said.
She watched Nadia as if debating whether now was a good time for more
apologies and explanations, but Nadia didn’t let her get another word in
when she stepped in front of me, and planted her lips on mine as if she
needed a bit more than just my hands around her to stay sane.
The noise level dropped a few decibels when she devoured my lips in the
middle of the hallway, paying no attention to the audience.
“You need me to do anything, baby doll?”
“Yes. Take care of the groom. I’ll handle the rest.”
A calmness settled over the cottage once the groomsmen were made
presentable by Jack, who had to tie everyone’s bowtie as no one knew how.
Amelia stopped throwing up, and the bridesmaids walked out to the back
garden to giggle some more.
Of course, nothing lasts forever, and chaos erupted again when we
gathered outside the church both before and after the ceremony. It was a
good thing that Nadia knew how to handle an insubordinate crowd without
offending anyone.
If it were me, I would throw a few fucks and idiots at random people as a
form of a reliable tactic designed to make them listen. Nadia settled for
discipline and confidence. She was sexy as hell bossing everyone around
and earned permission to do that to me in bed sometimes.
Amelia and Nick were all hearts, kisses and smiles when we arrived at
the venue, and guests started the usual ritual of wishing them all the best.
Since Nadia and I did that earlier, I took her hand in mine and walked over
to the main table.
“Tell me this is not what all weddings are like,” Scorpio said leaning over
the back of my chair and motioning to the happy couple. “It looks like
torture. I’m starting to worry they’ll never lose those idiotic grins.”
Nadia punched his shoulder. “Stop being an ass. And to answer your
question—yes, you will have to do this one day, and if I were you, I would
make sure that day comes sooner rather than later.”
“Why?” He pulled a chair out and took a seat. “Did Jane say something
to you? She wants to get married? Have babies? When? Now? What did she
say?”
“Good job not freaking out,” Nadia chuckled. “She only suggested that
all our hen parties should be in Barcelona. She wants to make it a tradition.
But, you’re what, twenty-eight? And you’ve been together for how long
now? Unless there’s something holding you back, go for it. You’re not
getting any younger.”
Scorpio glanced at me for help.
“I’m with her on this one.”
“Of course you are,” he scoffed, then made a sound that was supposed to
resemble a crack of a whip.
Nice one.
Disappointed that I didn’t have his back, he disappeared in the crowd to
find Jane. Nadia sipped on white wine, looking around for things that
required her attention.
“Why don’t you take care of the caterers and I’ll manage the band. We
can entertain the guest together,” I said.
She focused on something at the back of the room. “I’ll be right back. I
think Mel’s having a hard time with her dress.”
During the next four hours we had time for just one dance, and then Nick
stole her from me, so I took Mel’s hand instead. The first glass of double
vodka on the rocks, which I ordered when we walked into the venue, still
sat on the table. I had maybe two sips from it. The ice melted and watered
down the alcohol deeming it undrinkable.
When midnight struck, the bridesmaids almost ended up in a group
catfight over Amelia’s bouquet. Alexandra caught it and was already lifting
it for everyone to see when Jane tackled her and tore it out of her hands.
She stood up and flattened her dress, beaming.
I patted Scorpio’s back. “Good luck, mate. You should get that ring on
her before she scratches someone’s eyes out.”
Ethan scoffed, standing beside us. “Please don’t. I hate weddings,” he
muttered. “All these old people keep patting my back with a grin, saying,
“You’re next”. I don’t even have a girlfriend!”
“Return the favour at the next funeral,” I said.
The room started emptying around one o’clock in the morning, and soon
it was only the young ones still dancing, drinking and shouting.
“Can you check with the band if they can stay until we’re done here?”
Nick asked when I came back to the table with my second drink. “They’re
booked until three, but I think we’ll be here longer.”
I set the glass aside and made my way across the room. Nadia grabbed
my hand and pulled me in for a dance before I reached the band. She stayed
on the dance floor for thirty minutes dancing with every guy left in the
room, her cheeks flushed but a big smile on her lips.
“Sit down,” I said three songs later. “I need to talk to the band.”
“I’ll get some air. Join me when you’re done.” She turned on her heel and
walked over to the patio doors.
The lead singer had no problem staying until everyone left. Nick paid
them enough to cover a weekend of playing, so they had no reason to be
awkward. Besides, he had his heart on a record deal, and thanks to the
unique sound of his voice, he had a shot at making it happen.
It was close to four in the morning when Nadia, cuddled in my arms at
the main table, began yawning. Eight of us were left in the room, but the
band played on. The singer sang a soft, acoustic version of Cry Me A River
by Justin Timberlake.
“Should we call it a night,” I whispered in her ear, and smiled when
goose bumps covered her neck. “You must be exhausted.”
“No less than you.”
“Come on.” I patted her hip and stood when she slid from my lap.
“We’ve got the whole day tomorrow to keep celebrating.”
Nick had a brilliant idea halfway through the wedding reception to invite
half of the guests that were still in the room over to the cottage for a big
barbecue. He even arranged with the catering company to prepare the food,
and a big, fat check made it possible.
We entered room thirty-one on the second floor, and Nadia changed into
a white nightdress, and climbed onto the bed, where I lay, ready to pull her
to my side and tuck her in. She had different plans, and despite the
exhaustion, the moment she sat on my lap, my batteries recharged. I didn’t
like the aura of insecurity surrounding Nadia, the sadness in her eyes, and
urgency of her touch, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she lulled
me into a false sense of security.
“You’re my heaven, Thomas.”
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CHAPTER 32
NADIA
Jumped ship
Inaudible sobs shuddered my body when I closed the door to room
number thirty-one, taking care not to make a sound. I tiptoed across the
long corridor, my footsteps muffled by the red carpet, and then ascended the
stairs with a small suitcase in one hand and a tote bag on my shoulder.
Once in the lobby, I set the suitcase on the floor, and wheeled it toward
the reception desk. An older gentleman sat behind it, read a newspaper, and
drank green tea from a small, white cup. The name on a gold plaque pinned
to his navy jacket read Alistair.
“Good morning. Trouble sleeping?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. “The
Groom hasn’t yet made his way to bed, and you’re up already.”
“I have a plane to catch.” I cleared my throat and wiped my face. There
was no hiding how upset I was. “Is my brother still in the venue?”
“No, he left with one of the groomsmen about an hour ago. I believe they
craved junk food.”
I cringed. Amelia spent a long time designing the perfect menu for the
wedding, but Nick complained to me during the night at least half a dozen
times that he was starving because the portions were tiny.
“Please don’t tell him I left.”
Alistair bowed, and took the key from the countertop. “As you wish.
Should I order you a taxi?”
“No, thank you. One should be here in ten minutes.”
“Well, then. Have a nice flight.”
I wiped more tears, then smiled the best I could, and walked outside.
Instead of calming down a little while the clouds of smoke filled my lungs,
I freaked out more with each passing second.
Abandoning Thomas was the cruellest decision I ever made. Abandoning
Adrian couldn’t compare. He deserved to be left for what he did. Thomas
did nothing to drive me away, nothing to warrant the broken heart he was
getting from me as a thank you gift for the help he offered. He gave me
reason after reason to stay, but how could I stay and risk that Adrian would
try to take his life again?
Five minutes passed. I glanced around, willing Thomas to stay asleep.
Every sound had me jumping out of my skin, every voice in the distance
quickened my pulse. My hands grew cold and damp; my muscles tensed,
and every time I blinked, Thomas’s face flashed before my eyes, his
cinnamon irises full of sadness.
It would have been better if I had the courage to face him, explain why I
chose to leave and help the man who left me traumatized. But courage
wasn’t my strongest suit, and like a coward, I wrote Thomas a letter, and
left it on the pillow.
“Nadia? What are you doing up?”
I heard behind me, and spun around, my pulse like a blaring thunder.
Nick and Scorpio stood by the entrance to the hotel, still in their tuxedos,
although neither wore a bowtie anymore, and a couple of the buttons on
their shirts were undone. Scorpio munched on sad looking chips from a
polystyrene box, his eyes narrowed at me.
My vocal cords stuck together, and a mild panic attack lurked nearby
when Nick scanned my tear-stained face.
“Where are you going?” he asked, taking a few steps forward. “Are you
…” He paused, adding two and two together. “You’re going back to New
York?”
A whimper was my first answer. “I have to.” I gripped the handle of my
suitcase in case either of them decided to hold it hostage. “Adrian needs me,
and I owe him so much.”
I looked at Nick but aimed the words at Scorpio. Out of the two of them,
he was the one I expected to try and stop me or run upstairs to wake
Thomas. I half expected Nick to hug me, and wish me a pleasant flight, but
something entirely different came from his mouth.
“Where’s Thomas? He doesn’t know you’re leaving, does he?”
Scorpio glanced between me and my brother, then turned on his heel. I
lunged forward to grab his arm.
“Don’t tell him. I left him a letter, but I can’t …”
“You can’t say it to his face that Adrian’s more important?” he scoffed.
“Figures.” He snatched his hand out of my grip. “Thomas loves you, Nadia,
and you’re about to ruin him. Don’t to it.”
The taxi pulled onto the car park and stopped by the entrance. The driver
got out of the car and Scorpio bolted inside the building.
“I don’t know what Adrian did,” Nick said, “but you told me time and
time again that he doesn’t deserve you. Don’t go back to him.”
“I’m not going back to him. I’m going back for him. Adrian’s out of
rehab. He’s clean and needs me to stay clean and stay here. I wouldn’t be
able to live with myself if he were to overdose again. I can help him.”
A war raging in Nick’s head was visible on his face. He was torn, unsure
whose side to take.
“Thomas won’t wait for you, sis. If you leave, you will lose him. He
might act all tough, but it’s just a front.”
I wheeled the suitcase toward the driver who watched us in confusion. He
locked it in the boot, left the back door open for me, and took the wheel,
ready to go.
“I know, and I also know that he deserves so much more than the mess I
am. All I do is drag him down, and he should be with someone who builds
him up.”
I wrapped my arms around Nick and kissed his cheek.
“Don’t go,” he pleaded. “Please don’t go. Scorpio’s right. It’ll ruin him,
Nadia.”
I couldn’t believe the distance he walked since he found about Thomas
and me. From throwing his fist at his best friend to choosing him over
Adrian—the one he hoped I would marry.
“I’m sorry. It kills me to leave the one good thing that happened to me in
a very long time, but I have to leave. Take care of him for me. He’ll need
you.”
I slid inside the car and ordered the driver to go. He pulled away from the
curb, and I turned around to get one more look at my brother standing
where I left him, with his hands knotted on the nape of his neck, and a
disbelieving, disturbed look on his face.
Just then, Thomas ran out of the building, barefoot in a pair of jeans and
a grey t-shirt. His hair was a mess, but he looked awake and alert despite
being dragged out of bed an hour after he fell asleep.
“Don’t stop,” I told the driver, my vision blurred with all the tears.
He put the foot down when he glanced in the rear-view mirror.
Thomas ran across the car park at full speed but stopped once we turned
right onto the main road.
My heart jumped ship to stay with him—where it belonged.
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CHAPTER 1
THOMAS
Badass
Pain woke me up. A stubborn, sharp, stabbing pain. My mouth tasted
like a piece of old carpet and my head weighed about two tons. There was
also the beetle that tried to chew its way out of my brain through the back
of my left eye, while humming an off-key version of Baby by Justin Bieber.
It could only mean one thing—a hangover.
Not a standard-issue one, though. My hangover killed Chuck Norris.
That’s how fucking badass it was. Lately, they were all pretty badass, but
this was a brand-new level of evil.
Opening one eye took effort. My eyelids must have been glued together. I
looked around the room, not daring to move my head or, God forbid, try to
sit. I couldn’t remember anything from last night, and to make things worse,
I had no fucking idea where I was.
The walls, or the parts I saw with one eye, were painted dark purple—
sangria or eggplant maybe. A white, French-styled wardrobe stood to the
left of the bed next to an open window. I tilted my head ever so gently to
the right and saw a pair of wooden doors, a night table, and a framed quote
in French on the wall.
Was I in France?
I didn’t recall boarding a plane, but then again, I couldn’t recall any
details, so it was safe to assume I may have boarded a plane. But why the
hell would I go to France? I hated France.
A breath of fresh air moved the curtain net, breached the room, and
reached my face, causing a wave of shivers to erupt down my spine. Every
muscle in my body screamed in agony.
Maybe I didn’t fly here… maybe I ran.
After another few minutes of picking my brain for clues, I gave up and
decided to start moving. I looked at the nightstand again, expecting to find
my phone there. When that didn’t work, I sucked in a harsh breath and sat
up, thinking it’d be better to do it Band-Aid style.
It wasn’t. Obviously.
The room spun a few times, and I had to grab onto the sheets to stay
where I was. I swung my feet off the bed, rested all of my body’s weight on
them, and made my way to the en-suite bathroom, dragging said jelly-like
feet across a fluffy, grey carpet.
The reflection gawking at me in the mirror would make a spot-on
Halloween costume—pale skin, dark circles surrounding my bloodshot
eyes. I turned on the tap and washed my face with cold water to sober up.
It didn’t work. Obviously.
There were times in my youth when I got shitfaced and couldn’t
remember details from the evening, but this was the first time I didn’t
remember what I did even before I started drinking.
Maybe because I started some two weeks ago.
Anyways, whatever I had—or however much I drank, must have been a
record.
I found mouthwash in the cabinet under the sink, fake-brushed my teeth
and tried to keep quiet when I left the room in case the owners, whoever the
fuck they were, were still asleep. My mouth curved into a smile when the
door opened onto a familiar corridor.
I wasn’t in France. I was at Scorpio’s.
Figures.
My feet carried me through the landing and downstairs to the kitchen.
The host sat by the table with a cup of coffee in hand.
“What were we drinking last night?” I asked. “Jet fuel?”
Scorpio put the morning paper to the side, a frown on his forehead.
“Good morning to you too, dickhead. Feeling rough, are you? I fucking
hope you are.”
“Oh-kay. Whatever I did to piss you off, I’m sorry. Cut me some slack, I
can’t remember a thing.”
“I have been cutting you some slack for two weeks now! You’re out of
control, Thomas. You need to get your shit together!”
I massaged my temples, the raised tone of his voice like needles in my
eardrums. “Fine. Care to share? What did I do?”
Scorpio pointed to the window, and I looked over there, then cringed at
the sight of my BMW parked over the stone fence.
Should I explain that the fence was ruined and so was Jane’s beloved
flower bed? Oh, and the car was trashed, too, in case you wondered.
“You came here at two in the morning, shitfaced, mate. You couldn’t
fucking stand, let alone drive. And you just sat there, both hands on the
steering wheel, looking into the distance like a retard. I knocked on your
window, but you didn’t even flinch. I dragged you in here, and then,” he
motioned behind me, “you drank all that by yourself.”
I turned around and winced at the sight of an empty bottle of vodka on
the countertop.
“I’m sorry about the fence, and about turning up here in the middle of the
night, again. I’ll have it fixed. Where’s my phone and my watch?”
“It’s almost noon,” he said, the anger fading from the tone of his voice.
“You didn’t have your phone, and your watch is in the living room. You
took it off when I hit you.”
My eyes widened. “You hit me? Why did you hit me?”
“I’m surprised your jaw doesn’t hurt,” he scoffed. “You were out of
bloody control, mate. I mean, you tried to smash my console, and no one, I
repeat, no one gets to touch my console. I had to nail you.”
“And I took my wristwatch off to fight you. I guess it didn’t work out
well for me.”
“You forgot about the fight before you got the watch off.” His features
hardened. “You’ll get yourself killed, Thomas. This has to stop. You have
been drunk for two weeks straight now. Does it at least help?”
I shrugged, a new wave of pain, far worse than the physical one ripped
my heart to shreds. “Nothing helps. Nothing takes the edge off.” I rested my
face in my hands pulling on my hair, helplessness penetrating my structure.
“She’s all I think about. I have bought more tickets to New York since she
left than there are seats on those fucking planes.”
“Nadia’s gone, Thomas. I’m sorry, mate, but if you don’t accept it soon,
you will get hurt.”
I took out the letter she left on her pillow in the hotel and passed it to
Scorpio. I had read it so many times, the words were etched into my brain
like a sad, idiotic poem a teacher made you memorise in primary school. I
didn’t show it to anyone yet, not even Nick, even though he asked more
than once, but I needed someone to read it and tell me what the fuck I was
supposed to make of it.
Thomas,
The road to heaven leads through hell.
I went through hell and found you at the end of the road. Now I have to
turn around and walk away from heaven.
By the time you wake up, I’ll be halfway across the Atlantic. Or so I
hope. God knows I can’t look at the disappointment in your eyes. I think I
would die a little if you would ask me to stay, because I can’t stay no matter
how much I want to be with you.
Adrian needs me more.
He’s broken and fragile, and I owe him more than you can imagine. Now
I need to return the favour.
Don’t think leaving you was an easy decision. Don’t for one second
wonder if I care about you. I do. I care so much it scares me, because it’s
only been a few weeks and you turned my world into a better place simply
by being there.
And for that, and a million other things, thank you.
I hope you see why I’m leaving. I hope you understand that if anything
were to happen to Adrian because I wasn’t around to help him, I’d fall
apart beyond repair.
Please don’t hate me. I don’t think I could handle that. And please find
someone who’s worth your time and effort.
You’re quite a something, Thomas, and you deserve to be with someone
without the ugly baggage I carry. You deserve so much more than I can
offer, and I hope you’ll find it soon.
Nadia.
“Well, she got one thing right,” Scorpio spat out. “You do deserve
someone better than her.”
Wrong.
There was no one better than Nadia.
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