Blasphemous (Torn #3)(52)
Love wasn’t for me. I was allergic to it after my first taste.
“Sex with me is okay then?”
Honestly? I hadn’t had a clue. “I haven’t decided yet. Why?”
“I really like you, Bass. We could start with sex, then we can go from there.”
“I’ll think about it, Nikki.”
“Why do you need to? Don’t you find me attractive?” She sat up and looked into my eyes.
Need you ask me the question? I wanted to ask, but instead I gave her a thoughtful look. Nikki was gorgeous, but she already knew that. “I do. I’m attracted to you, but I don’t know if I want to have sex with you yet.”
Nikki didn’t know how to respond to that. Her eyes glued on my chest before she gave in, reached out and caressed it over my shirt. “How much time do you need to decide?”
Forever. “I don’t know, Nikki.”
That. Pissed. Her. Off.
She then faked a headache and excused herself towards her bedroom. Nonchalantly shrugging, I left her room without guilt.
B
A week later, we were at a club along with the rest of the actors, when I spotted a woman who sort-of looked like Emma when her back was turned. It was sad, but I just wanted to be close to her.
Her name was Madison. “Turn around, I like to dance and watch you at the same time,” I requested when we got to the dance floor.
For a good thirty minutes, I had almost convinced myself it was Emma, right in front of me. It really was a downer when she decided to face me. I couldn’t even blame the alcohol for my sporadic madness.
“Don’t you think it’s my turn to dance with you?” Nikki glared at me before giving Madison a poisonous look.
“Sorry, Bass. I wasn’t aware you were here with someone.” Madison simply looked like she didn’t know what to do.
Funny, I wasn’t with anyone. “This is Nikki. Nikki, this is Madison.”
Nikki pouted before she greeted Madison abruptly. “Dance with me, please.”
“Nikki…” I repeatedly sighed.
It didn’t surprise me when Madison decided to excuse herself as Nikki became extra clingy. Was this really her or the alcohol talking?
“What do you need me to do to make you want me, Bass? Get on my knees and blow you? Do you need me to strip naked and offer myself to you? You have to tell me because I can’t sleep at night without thinking about you.”
“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
“I am, but I’m still telling you the truth.” Those big brown eyes studied me before she gave a helpless sigh. “Maybe I should just go to bed and sleep this nightmare off. I can’t believe someone’s rejected me over and over again after I practically offer my body on the table.”
“It’s not you, that’s the problem. I apologize. You’re beautiful, Nikki. I’m sure there are a lot of men who would want you in their bed.”
“Yeah, but it isn’t theirs I want to be in. It’s yours.” Pressing her temples, she gently shook her head. “I’m going to take a cab back to the hotel. Tell the rest that I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Wait… it’ almost three in the morning. You can’t go alone. Let me take you back. I’m feeling tired, anyway,” I offered, feeling like the worst person at the moment.
“f*ukin’ A. Why do you have to be so nice and so f*uking gorgeous, Bass!” she declared in irritation before spinning on her heels and leaving me to follow her out.
Nikki ignored me the entire ride back. Since my mind was busy with other things, it suited us both fine.
Now back at the hotel, she became bitchy when she saw me follow her to her room. “I can walk to my room alone.”
“I know you can, I want to make sure you get there. Why are you being so difficult, anyway?” Giving her an assertive glance before looking away.
She groaned like a fishwife and ungracefully walked faster towards her room.
Her childishness was amusing and I couldn’t help laughing at her enraged face. “Lighten up, Nikki. You can’t be seriously mad at me?” I was teasing her, but she took it the wrong way.
“Lighten up?” she yelled before groaning with frustration as she stopped outside her room and hunted down her keycard. “Lighten up? Go to hell!” She kept on yapping as she furiously shoved the card into the small slit and yanked her door open.
“Hey! I was very clear with you in the beginning, Nikki!” I called out as I caught the door before it closed and strode inside her bedroom.
She was taking her shoes off, almost hitting my knee when she threw it in whatever direction. “f*uk off, Bass. Just because most women in Hollywood swoon like a bitch in heat when you’re around, doesn’t give you the right to be so mean.”
Was she joking? “I’m mean? I was being truthful. There’s a difference between the two, Nikki. Get your shit straightened up before you throw shit at me.”
“YOU! STUPID f*uk!” She launched herself at me. “You—” Nikki was about to say something before she crashed her mouth into mine, kissing me.
My heart was telling me to put the brakes on as her kissing started to get deeper even though I wasn’t responding. “You drive me f*uking crazy,” she murmured against my lips before taking it again. My indifference started to break when her hand trailed south, cupped my balls and started stroking my cock through my jeans.