He looked around the table at all his friends as he sipped on his beer. He hadn�t been single in a long time. He hadn�t been on a tight leash but he definitely felt a little different now. He cared about her, he still loved her but it was just too much. His thoughts were interrupted when one of his friends came back with a few girls. A petite blonde sat down next to him and he looked down at her and she returned his stare with a smile. She was dressed in a tight pair of leather pants and one of those shirts that only seemed to have enough material for the front. He smiled; he loved those shirts. He leaned over towards her,
�Hi, what�s your name?� She seemed to brighten up at his request to know her name,
�Brandy.� He licked his lips as he nodded his head, she was cute he thought, but Shayna was hot. All the others he had messed around with were girls. Even their bodies were like girls. Shayna had a woman�s body. Long legs, curves, full breasts, damnit, he thought, he needed to get over her. It was over and there was no need to keep thinking about her.
Round after round of shots loosened him up and he became a lot friendlier with Brandy. His hand was on her upper thigh and if she was any closer she would have been in his lap. It was clear to anyone who walked by that she had him that night. Nick was feeling good that night; he did a body shot off Brandy and pulled her into an aggressive kiss. There was nothing sweet or romantic about it; he just went for it. She didn�t seem to mind, nor did she care when his hand ran underneath her shirt and massaged her bare breast. None of his friends seemed to notice, or it was more like they were accustomed to such behavior. Her friends were in noticeable shock and quite happy their friend was hooking up with Nick Carter. Nick whispered into her ear and she nodded eagerly. He stood up and swayed a little before finding his balance and grabbing her hand and pulling her up; he nodded to his friends and mouthed,
�I�ll be back.� They nodded their heads at him and went back to their drinks and the girls. Her friends were busy giving each other looks of shock and hitting each other under the table.
They were outside and once they were away from onlookers he pinned her against the wall and began to kiss her. She didn�t feel very comfortable as he placed his hand over her groin area but he was Nick Carter, she thought; if she said no he would just go find someone else. She placed her hands in his hair and the sound of his moan made her proud. She was making Nick Carter moan, she thought. Her hands found their way to his pants and she whispered,
�Let�s go back to my place. I�ll make it worth your while.� She unzipped his pants and he realized she said go back to her place. They usually wanted to go back to his place; so they could see what they were working for. They always thought they could blow his fucking mind and he would move them in. It was fine with him, he let them work themselves and he lay back and reaped the benefits but he sure as hell never moved them in.
�Why did you want to go to your place? You don�t want to go to my place?� She looked at him and frowned slightly,
�I�ll go anywhere baby but what about your girlfriend? Is she out of town? I mean I would love to go back to your place.� She knew about his girlfriend and here she is out here with me. Well, he doesn�t have a girlfriend anymore but no one knew that. She obviously didn�t and she didn�t care either and just thinking that this girl would disrespect Shayna made him mad and he lost interest. All he could think of was how much better of a kisser Shayna was than this girl. This girl. Who the hell was she anyway, he thought. He pulled back and freed himself from her grasp,
�Come on baby. What�s wrong?� He ran his hand through his hair,
�No, I need to get out of here.� She wrapped her arms around him,
�Ok, let me get my purse and tell my friends.� He shook his head and removed her arms from his body,
�No, alone.� He walked back into the club and she followed close behind. He leaned over and whispered to one of his friends before he turned back around and walked out. His friends said good-bye to the girls, as one of them took care of the tab.
Once he was at his friend�s house he lay in bed and wondered how she was doing. He wondered if he should call and check on her but he was the one that walked out when she obviously didn�t want it to be over. He was the last person she wanted to talk to, he thought. Maybe now that she knew how he felt about things they would be different; better; back to the way they were. The past week and been spent explaining to his family, friends and the guys in the group that they had broken up. She apparently wasn�t answering the phone and the answering machine was full and could no longer take messages. He would go over tomorrow and check things out. He was used to living out of a suitcase and wasn�t going to rush her out of the house. He sighed and closed his eyes, waiting for the day when he was past this all.
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