Don't Trust Me1
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Stella strolled over to the bar, the vintage Herve Leger black ruffled bandage dress accentuating her slight curves. She slipped onto the stool next to a dark-haired man, nursing a red concoction. The handsome man looked straight ahead, watching the bartender take on a few orders of drinks. Clucking her tongue in an irritated fashion, Stella grilled into his profile, the iridescent strobe lights of the cavernous club playing off his features.3
"So you're just going to ignore me, right?" she asked him, agitated.4
Shifting in his seat, the man met her hard gaze, smirking slightly. Stella recognized his sad sloping blue eyes, hard-set jaw, and curly-cropped dark hair, then her eyes immediately welled as a smile broke across her face, replacing her anger. Under his gaze, she melted. Already, the pulse that had started in her wrists, ended up between her thighs and she squeezed them tight to end the sensual suffering. Nicolaj tried not to notice her emotions, lowering his eyes to his lap. "Do you want a drink?" he said, hoping he didn't sound too impersonal.5
"Yes, I could use one," she replied shakily.6
Nicolaj summoned a strawberry martini from the bartender, and within seconds, Stella was sipping modestly from it. Daring to meet her eyes again, Nicolaj inhaled deeply, before saying, "Why are you here?" 7
The bar was packed with writhing bodies partying to loud dance music, lights swooping in on the large crowd in the center of the madness. Tucked safely away at the bar, Stella replied, "I saw you come in. I just needed to see you again, talk some. I miss you."8
That was the sincere truth. Stella craved to be with this man, her ex-lover, one last time. Before he would move on to the next girl, new conquest. By way of gossip--and experience--she knew him to be a womanizer, player. A conceited asshole, to put it lightly. But he was so tempting, that she couldn't leave him alone. 9
Placing her drink on the counter, she let her hand frame his face, and pulled him closer to her rouged lips. Nicolaj briefly hesitated against her mouth, before finally giving in. Their tongues danced graciously with one another, and Stella was sure he could taste the remainder of her strawberry alcoholic beverage. Repeatedly, she brought her full lips to his, tasting the softness of his mouth, the hunger behind his actions. Her hands absently moved over the curve of his strong back; it felt reassuring beneath her roaming hands, and the fire between Stella's legs ignited to another degree. 10
Their embrace brought her mind to the past, the time when he and she first made love. It had been on a private jet, hundreds of miles over the L.A. scope. She trembled against him, remembering the way it felt to be under his heavy weight, feeling every inch of him fill her with completeness, his trail of hot kisses leaving cold sweats wherever he met her skin. It had been so romantic, and he was the perfect gentleman, but all things must come to an end, and their five-month fling certainly had.11
Stella abruptly pulled apart from Nicolaj, chest heaving, face flushed. He gave her a quizzical look, inquiringly cocking his head sideways. "What's wrong?" he breathed heavily, still affected by their passionate kiss. Stella hopped off her stool and stood, stretching the hem of her elastic-tight black dress over her thighs, which had rode up during their heated embrace.12
"You're too easy, Nicolaj," she huffed, affecting a devilish grin. "Did you think I'd ever be desperate over you?" She laughed sharply, pleased with her pretense.13
"Excuse me?" Nicolaj laughed disbelievingly. He looked up at her from his seat, unamused.14
Stella braced herself for the next lie. Damn, she hated lying, but she couldn't let him sense her weakness either. "This was just a test, to see if I could lure you in. God, you're so pathetic, Nic. You just can't pass up sex, can you? I guess you're tired of me now, huh?"15
Not waiting for a reply, Stella turned quickly on her heel, and disappeared through the crowd of intoxicated clubbers. Nicolaj rubbed his mouth as if Stella had left an unbearable sting there, staring dazedly ahead. Had she really just pulled one over on him? No, thought Nicolaj vainly, she wasn't that strong. Abandoning his coveted spot, he dashed through the crowd after her, scanning the packed room. No Stella. He spotted the red-lighted exit sign and headed for it. 16
Once outside, the night littered with drunken people staggering into cabs, Nicolaj looked over the small group of chattering people to the streetlamp-lit sidewalk, and noticed a polished leg pulling into the back seat of a dark limo. He'd know that leg anywhere. "Stella!" he shouted, surprised at the emotion with which he shouted. She slammed the door as he was reaching for it. He rapped on the dark-tinted window, brought his face closer, peering in. The window came down, Stella met his face, tears rolling down her cheeks.17
He started to wipe away her tears, but she jerked her head back, scowling. "I don't want to be touched," she said from within the luxe vehicle, "especially by you."18
"Why are you being so hostile," he snapped. "I can't help the fact that you're still in love with me--you know I'm not the commitment type."19
"Of course!" she blared, her eyes widening in anger. "I remember, Nic. What's your motto again? Hmm...let's see." She pretended to scan her thoughts, eyes upward, a finger to her mouth. "Uh, well...don't trust a ho, never will trust a ho, 'cause a ho won't trust me. Those were your exact words before you left me. I didn't forget!"20
Nicolaj stepped away from the limo, shaking his head in anger. "I told you not to trust me. Told you I wasn't the marrying kind, the monogamous type. You knew that when you met me, nothing's changed."21
Stella's chin trembled, brows knitted, eyes watered, daring to emit fresh tears. "No. Nothing has changed, I see that. I was stupid to even want to find out. You're still the same man, different girl every week. And you know what?"22
"What's that?" he asked, smugly lifting his chin.23
"From here on, you'll have nothing more to do with me or....or your child I'm now carrying. Nicolaj, I don't ever want to see you again, as much as that hurts me to say, as much as I love you. I want your presence out of my life, out of my heart, out of my mind." 24
Just before her face would break again, the window rolled upward and concealed her entirely. Nicolaj's smug stance faltered, his jaw slackening.25
Before he could react, the dark limo sped off into the night, leaving the bright advertisement of L.A. and a baffled Nicolaj, the unapologetic womanizer, in it's hasty wake.26
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say wat, and then i was like WOW! then HAH thats wat you get! -trails off- wen u let your heart win... any who -grins- thankus 4 de entry
