If only he loved me too

After my short and emotional moment with Mrs.Price, I left Price Mansion went back to stay with my mother in my old house. she didn't push much for
an explanation just hugged me and told me to use my old room upstairs, that's when I realized how strong of a woman my mother is. she lost the love
of her life at a young age with the responsibility of two little girls and now to watch your younger child going through the same pain must be terrible.
the only difference in our situation is that she had lost the love of her life and mine didn't want me.
I sighed unboxing the last box and I have officially moved in. I had such an emotional time that I need an escape a real one this time. so, I called my
childhood best friend Nicole. she is very different than my other friends she is not nerdy and boring. She is the opposite of that.
I press the call option and wait for her to pick up " Erika Julia Price, how dare you leave without a single text or a call. do you realize how worried I
was when Mrs.B told me? huh?" she screamed in my ear my lips pulled in a small smile, finally, someone how didn't treat me like a fragile glass doll
who might break with a little push.
"Hey, Nicky," I greeted not as loud, she was silent for a second
"I pick you up at 5," she said but she could hang up as always I told her to pick me up from my old house she agreed and that's how I ended up at a
salon
According to the breakup guru aka Nicole Martinez, makeup and makeover solve everything. it was a good idea since I haven't had a proper hair
makeover for almost a year, the stylist loved my long dark hair so he kept it long but gave it a nice look. later I had to go through trimming, threading,
waxing, and a full-body spa in approximately 5 hours. while I was going through the reincarnation, Miss. Nicole was busy shopping since according to
her the full makeover was never complete without a proper dress but she joined me soon enough.
When the clock hit 10 pm Nicole forced me into a beautiful black short dress which was sort of decent for a widow ( according to others but divorced
according to me) and she wore a red bodycon which enhanced her hourglass figure, she is Afro-American with dark chocolate complexion, height 5'5,

curly hair, and black eyes. she was considered the most beautiful girl in my high school she is also the prom queen, being an heiress gave her a lot of
leverage so she had a business degree handling her own company.
"Ready?" she asked crazily excited making me chuckle and nod," say it, so I can hear," she yelled on top of her lungs and also the radio which played
some rocking party song.
I smiled "Yes," I yelled joining her level of enthusiasm
"Then... Let's get this party started!" she yelled and drove towards our destination, for a moment I was scared to ride with her due to her dangerous
driving and said to myself to 'suck it up and enjoy'

The Sin, That's what the club was called and being the goody-two-shoes that I was, have never been to a place like this. the bouncer let us in when
he saw it was Nicole Martinez, and me. I don't think he let us in because of me, that's for sure.
I looked at her and she smiled at me mischievously "This belongs to one of my ex-boyfriends," I looked at her disbelievingly "What, it was a mutual
breakup and we are friends now," she tried to reason making me shake my head. typical Nicole, no one could hate her even if she broke their heart
they would still bow down to her every wish.
As I scanned the area something didn't add up. this was not our regular club people were wearing minimum clothes and lots of people wore collars,
people were wearing leather pants and no shirt, women were holding whips and there were people like us who wore regular party clothes. I looked at
Nicole speechless as we made eye contact
"This is... this is..." I couldn't even say the words
"Yes, we are at a BDSM club" she smirked walking towards the bar area.
I was too shocked to go on my own so I followed her like a lost puppy, she spoke with the bartender ordering our drinks and I tried my hardest not to
look at the guy who was only wearing a collar and a very, revealing thong. yeah, a thong. Nicole has outdone herself this time that's for sure
"Here, wear this do not take this off unless you want to have some fun," she suggestively wiggles her eyebrows. I scowled at her and took the red
wristband from her hand.
"Why?" I asked wearing the wristband none the less.

"Well, the are some rules that need to be followed here, as this is not a regular club some people might only like to visit and just experience without
doing anything sexual. the owner came up with these protective bands, there are three types of bands blue is for staff that indicates if they have
consent they can wiggle," she winked at me silly, I chuckled at her antics and thanked the bartender for the vodka shot.
"There is a Green band that says they are ready to mingle and then there is a red band like yours," she said tapping the band on my left hand "That
indicates that you are not interested in participating just visiting," she said before downing her shot
Shrugging the weirdness of this place I let loose because I was happy about the band on my hand, I was safe.
As the night dragged on with lots and lots of alcohol in our system we were on top of the world, as my vision got blurry I felt free, and finally, I was
happy. we danced till our feet hurt and drank till our stomach couldn't take it.
I was sitting on a stool at the bar counter and Nicole was nowhere to be seen, I had didn't realize before but she wasn't wearing any wristband maybe
she went to get some while I was getting wasted.

If only he loved me too
Chapter 16: sixteen
"Ma'am, can I get you a cab? your friend might not be back anytime soon," The bartender said looking over me from his place
I waved him off using my left-hand showing that I'm not interested in his offer, "I'm Not Interested," I tell him and he laughed as I told him some joke
"I know, I'm not asking for a lay. I'm asking so you can go home and wait for the serious headache to hit you," he joked smiling
I stared at him with my blurry vision I could only figure out his tall stiletto, he was very tall. suddenly the world seems to spin and bile raised in my
throat.
"shit," he said and jumped across the bar counter to get to me, "please don't puke here, " He said and dragged me to what I assume a bathroom.
he opened one of the stalls and pulled me towards the toilet if I wasn't pukish before I was defiantly now due to the horrible smell in here. I puked my
guts out as he held back my hair and soothingly rubbed my back.
after puking my guts out we sat on the dirty bathroom floor and leaned back, my vision cleared a bit and I can make out a few of his features. he has
dark hair don't know if it's brown, sharp jawline and sparkly white teeth that's when I saw his wrist, he wore an identical wristband to mine.
"So, cab?" he asked smiling brightly, so bright that it hurt my eyes and I groaned in pain making him laugh.
he has a nice laugh, maybe I can move on, forget about all the scary stuff that happened not less than a year? I hope so.
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