Bad Guys Night fantasies. A boring evening can be an unpredictable game for you. Natalia Esenina
on, she is right. I found evidence of her innocence over and over again. Maybe someone like Nick can help the facts get to my avid heart. Until now, it seemed like falling in love with bad guys is my destiny.
“And what, what’s the problem?” Go and get it.
– It is not that simple. If only because I myself am not like that.
Sean drops the plug and looks at me viciously:
“And what kind of person are you?” Not one who takes what he wants? Who seeks his life? Who does everything to find happiness? Oh no. You’re not like that at all. You are a sufferer. You need life to pass you by, because you no longer want to take risks.
– The desire to get an education to help my father does not make me suffer.
– No, but deleting everything else from life in order to return to Paris does.
– In his life there was already a woman who left him. I do not want to be second. – The sharpness in the voice cannot be hidden.
Sean pisses me off.
– Living your life does not mean abandoning someone.
“That’s exactly what she said.”
There is nothing to answer Sean.
* * *
Taking a basic accounting course in the first two years of college was a real feat. But still, despite the light schedule, I am very tired today. And there are reasons for this. It’s Friday night. Ahead of the weekend.
He also sucks.
I would like to think: this is just a fear that you will have to go home and work until Monday, but I know the reasons are a little deeper. All this stupid conversation with Sean while we tried the cakes.
“This guy is the one you always wanted.”
Every day it becomes more and more clear. I sigh.
This week, Nick came to Dora every night.
The more I listened to his speeches, listened to his laughter, watched how he behaved, the more I wanted to be a man merciless in the struggle to fulfill my desires.
But I am not like that. Dora has a monopoly on this. Yes, she and my mother.
If I ever decide to steal, Nash will be my first thieves’ booty.
I hear his deep voice, he is talking with Dora. No doubt they have grandiose plans for the night. Their chic life is the material from which fairy tales are created. Unfortunately, my life is anything but a fairy tale.
Having resolutely shook my head, making my eyes clouded with tears, I pull my tail on the top of my head and look at myself in the mirror. Dora’s work clothes are a thousand-dollar suit and shoes from Prada. And mine are black shorts and a T-shirt that says “Take me.” Those like me are not destined to live in a fairy tale.
I’m glad I hear the front door slam. At least now, on the way to the exit, I do not have to go past this dynamic duo. Well, a crappy weekend, but it has only just begun. The last thing I need to see right now is how they drag themselves apart.
I give the sweet couple a minute or two, after which I take my purse and keys, throw a bag with a store of things overnight on my shoulder and head for the door. Thinking that I had to go to the bathroom before leaving, I look up and see Nick sitting in his polished car and talking on the phone. Not looking where I’m going, I forget about the curb – and this ends in a fall.
I probably would have been able to keep my balance if it weren’t for a bag full of jam. Since she suffered the wrong way, we both could no longer be stopped.
I fall upside down into the parking lot, imagining myself as some kind of cartoonish wheel from a cart that rolls and threshes like flails, arms and legs.
Hop! – Again I look like a fool. And besides, in the eyes of Nick.
Will my eternal embarrassment ever end in front of this guy?
A thought flashes through my head as I try to rise. Nevertheless, I do not have time to get out of the straps of my purse and bag with things, when they grab me under my armpits and put someone’s strong hands on my legs.
I find myself face to face with Nick. His dark chocolate eyes.
Chapter 6
I follow Olivia out of the corner of my eye, and meanwhile I am heading towards the federal highway. I know, I run into problems: to get so far as to spend a little time with this girl!
Of course, I would help any woman in such a situation. But would you go this far? Probably not. Would he himself insist on this? Definitely not.
Why couldn’t you just wait for the tow truck and leave?
I have no answer to this, but it seems to be because there is something in it …
She’s pretty, that’s for sure, although a little out of my taste. The complete opposite of Dora is in almost everything – in the physical sense and in all others. And although Dora suits me in all respects, I am not attracted to her as much as to this girl.
And this is not good.
I know.
And still I am here. I’ll drive her through half a staff, like I’ll bring her to work. While my girlfriend is waiting for me.
Damn it! Dora!
I pick up speed on the acceleration lane and turn to Olivia:
“Do you mind if I call Dora?”
She smiles and shakes her head.
I press a couple of buttons on the dashboard to turn off the speaker. I do not want Olivia to hear our conversation.
– Where are you? Doura asks, barely having time to pick up the phone.
“Olivia won’t start the car.” I will take her to work and I will be right there.
– At Olivia? My cousin Olivia?
– Sure. Who else?
“And you’re taking her to work?” In Mexico City?
– Yes.
Silence greets me. I know what Dora is with other people. And I am fully aware of how she is now holding back anger and sarcastic comments against me. She is great at polishing the facade. She understands: our relationship will end if she does not restrain herself. That’s why she is silent until she takes control of her emotions.
“It’s awfully nice of you to help her.” I just didn’t expect this. She’s not a stranger to me, but I would never ask you to change plans like that because of her.
“I know I wouldn’t ask.” But it’s not difficult for me. True.
New pause.
– Oh well. Then, I guess, we’ll see you in a couple of hours.
– See you later.
I put the phone on the stand and notice: Olivia is looking at me carefully.
– Is something wrong? – I ask.
– Here I am about the same.