Our stylist and I were in Howie's room and we were both trying on tuxedos brought over for the gala tonight. There were coats, pants, shirts and everything else you could think of in different sizes and styles. I'm not too thrilled about going to this thing but now that I've gone the extra mile and committed to being one of the bachelors there is no way I can bail out on Sarah now. I stood in front of the mirror and pulled on my collar,
"Can't I wear something else?" Gwen looked up at me and smiled an all-knowing smile and I regretted even saying anything,
"It's a black tie event. What do you suggest you wear?" I just ignored her there was no way I could win. I knew I couldn't wear anything but a tux but I just felt my whining should be heard out loud. I looked over to see Howie admiring himself in the mirror. There was no way he was going to be less than perfect. He was all about looking GQ smooth.
"Hey D when do the guys leave for Denver?" He looked over at me as he played with one of the ties,
"They left already." Why does it seem as if I'm always the last to know?
"What do you mean they left already?" He nodded,
"Yeah, about twenty minutes ago." They didn't even bother to say good-bye. I mean, I'm trying not to take it personal, I'll see them in twenty-four hours and it's not like I'm twelve anymore. I can function on my own without group hugs and shit but a small part of me was a disappointed that I didn't see them before they left.
"That's it Nick. You're ready." I nodded and I couldn't help but smile at seeing myself in a tux for the first time. It's hard to believe that I've never been in one but its not like the music industry has a lot of black tie events, at least not ones I go to. Dressing up as a pop star means a new pair of black leather pants, a little bling-bling and new sunglasses. I sighed,
"Ok, so what am I supposed to say when someone asks me what I'm wearing?" She stood behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist playing with a button on my shirt,
"You tell them you're wearing Armani." I looked at myself once more before getting undressed,
"I'm starving, I'll see you guys later." She walked over to Howie who was looking at a vest. Please do not let him wear a vest,
"Your tux will be sent to your room." I nodded at her as I put my T-shirt back on,
"Thanks G." I looked back just in time to see her roll her eyes. She hates when I call her that, which of course makes me call her that regularly.
Walking back into the hotel with Carl, back from Wendy's, I was feeling a little better about this whole gala thing. Well, I'm not so thrilled about women bidding on me. Wait, it's just going to be women I hope. There is no way I'm letting some guy bid on me. Damn, with my luck a man will want to buy me and take me home. I swear to God I will walk out and not look back. Sarah will just have to understand. I heard someone call my name and turned to see a cute blonde. I glanced at Carl before stopping,
"Hi." She smiled and closed the gap between us,
"It's me, Jennifer." God, it's been so long that I didn't even remember what she looked like. I'd talk to her on the phone a few times but that was all the contact we had since that night at the Playboy mansion.
"Ah hey, what's up?" She continued to smile as she looked at me and I looked at her. She really was a nice looking girl and I don't know what it is about her but it's just not there. She doesn't do it for me, she doesn't stick out in my mind as someone I want to spend any time with. I didn't know what to say so I said the easiest and dumbest thing I could think of,
"Um, you want to come up?" Where in the hell did that come from and why did I let it slip out of my mouth? She was quick to take me up my offer,
"Yeah." As we stepped onto the elevator I've already decided I might as well make it worth my while.
I offered her something to eat but she declined and settled for watching the television and me as I ate. How do I get myself into these things? I ask myself that question a lot. The reason I do girls the way I do them isn't because I want to be an asshole and hurt them, its because I don't want to hurt them. Sometimes I just dig my hole deeper and it took even longer to get myself out of it. This silence is killing me,
"So what are you doing tonight?" She perked up and my stomach automatically dropped. Stupid, now she's thinking you are going to ask her out.
"No real plans why?" I stood up and threw the bag in the trashcan,
"No reason, just wondering." She followed my every move,
"What are you up to tonight?" For the first time I noticed how tight her top was, I could see her nipples through her thin shirt.
"I have a fundraiser to go to then I leave for Denver." She nodded,
"Too bad, we didn't get to hang out." I went over to the bed and kicked off my shoes,
"Yeah, it's been hectic this time out." I patted the bed and she got the picture as she walked over and joined me. I couldn't resist as my eyes locked in on her shiny lips. They were just calling for me to kiss them and I did. I leaned into her and initiated what surely going to be something I regretted down the road but not at this moment. Her hand ran over my chest as we both lay back and soon she was on top of me. What am I doing? There's that question again and as usual I have not the first clue as to what the answer is. Her breathing became louder as my hands ran under her shirt. My touch must have done something to her because she began to squirm on top of me and that did something to me. I was aroused and quickly, quicker than I thought I would.
Chapter 82 contd
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