Ruined (3 page)

“Molly might want a crack at Rambo.” He counters.

“Nope. I’m definitely good. I liken Rambo to a stray dog. He might have rabies.” I flash him an innocent smile over my shoulder. 

He leans forward, between the two front seats again. “Grouchy. Someone’s not getting enough.” He grins.

“I have this awesome device, called a vibrator.” I say in my best Barbie voice. “It makes me come so hard.” I add huskily. He groans, low in his throat, and I laugh.

“You’re a bitch.” He grumbles. “A teasing bitch.” The car rolls to a stop, just outside his apartment building. “You know, you should come up Molly, show that pussy what a real cock looks like.” He smirks as his eyes skate over my body.

I roll my eyes. “Have fun with your hand.” I say, trying not to smile.

He laughs and opens the door. I release a long breath when I feel the door slam behind him.

“Holy fucking shit.” Lilly’s eyes lock with mine, her stare accusing. “What the hell was that?”

“What?”

She snorts. “Do not ‘what’ me. I was getting hot with all the sexual tension between you two. Christ.” She starts fanning herself.

I shrug. “It’s Hugo. He can’t help himself.”

She laughs as she pulls away from the curb. “Oh, Mole. That, was a two way street
sweetness
. You still want him.”

I roll my eyes. I can’t deny this shit to Lilly, she knows me too well. “Look, the guy fucks like a prize bull. He sends my hormones a little crazy. But…we’re just friends.”

She doesn’t look convinced. “You need to marry Alex, and have his beautiful babies.” She gushes with a sly grin.

Oh god, this again. Alexander Ryker was Lilly’s orthopaedic surgeon after she had the crash a few months ago. I’ll admit, he’s hot, like GQ model hot. He’s also a doctor, and that just makes him beyond attractive, what with the whole ‘I save lives’ thing going on. He asked for my number, and I gave it to him, expecting nothing to come of it. He called, and at first I turned him down. I wasn’t in a good head space to date, but he didn’t give up. Eventually we went on a couple of dates. He’s charming, educated, polite and attractive. He is most women’s dream man. I like him, a lot. He’s a good guy, and he’s just what I need. I think. I’ve been seeing him for a few weeks now, and it’s going well, with one exception. There’s being a gentleman, and there’s being too much of a gentleman. He wants to take things slow, because apparently he really likes me, and he doesn’t want to risk ruining anything by rushing. Sweet I guess, but a girl has needs, and right now, my vibrator is getting way too much use.

“God, Lilly. Calm down will you?” I laugh.

“He’s a doctor. You could do worse.”

“Says the woman marrying the millionaire.” I mumble.

I spend the afternoon at Lilly and Theo’s house, hanging out with Lilly. My flat mate George joins us after his dance audition, and our trio is complete.

Of course, the two of them decide to start drinking wine at two in the afternoon. It’s what they do.

George is all tanned skin and perfect blonde hair. Sadly, he’s gay. I’ve never met a girl who didn’t meet him and immediately declare how unfair the world is. Lilly has tried to turn him many times, but to no avail. If Lilly can’t turn a man straight, then no-one can.

He flops down on the massive corner sofa and opens his arms as Lilly snuggles into him. She hands him her wine glass and he takes a sip. Lilly and George have a close relationship. He coddles her, and indulges her. They also have a shared love of alcohol and sex, and used to be each other’s wingmen. At one time, they were both as slutty as each other. I, on the other hand, am always the babysitter, to either one or both of them. I’m also one that has to give it to them straight when shit hits the fan, which it inevitably does with them. A lot.

“So, how is it going with Mc Steamy?” George asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re cute.” I deadpan. “Okay, I guess.”

“You done the nasty with him yet?” Lilly swats at him whilst laughing.

“The nasty? Who even says that George?” I smile.

“She hasn’t banged him yet.” Lilly tells him. “She’s only been on a few dates, George.” She’s trying to keep a straight face. I’ll openly admit that I’m the good girl, the sensible one. These two have the morals of a pair of alley cats.

George laughs. “Oh sweetie. Three date rule…My version…The bar, the club, my bed.” I rest my case.

“You are such a slut.” I huff. I’ve actually been seeing Alex for about three weeks. He’s the definition of gentleman, something none of these lot would know anything about. George is a total whore, and Lilly would take a man like Alex and eat him alive.

He winks. “You love it. Did you see the guy I had over last Saturday?” He shakes his head. I did see him, and I’ll admit, he was hot. “I’m telling you Lill’s, he was giving Theo a run for his money.”

“Tell me you at least took a picture.” She starts patting him down for his phone.

“I did, but let’s just say it’s not appropriate viewing.” He smiles as he takes another sip of wine.

“Such a slut.” I repeat.

“Well, now I really want to see.” She pleads. “I love a good wang shot.”

“I love a wang shot as much as the next girl, but what I do not need to see is some guy sucking Georges cock, and you’re a dirty fucker.” I point at him, as he rolls around laughing. “So I know that’s what it will be!”

George is cackling uncontrollably, spilling wine all over the pristine white sofa. He blows me a kiss. “You know me so well. Anyway, getting off topic. When you bone the doctor, I want all the juicy goss.” He points at me. “I think he’ll be a gentleman fuck.” He shrugs.

Lilly shakes her head. “Whoa, hold on. He might not be.” She defends him as though a gentleman fuck would be such an awful thing. Heaven forbid he not pull a girl’s hair and call her a dirty whore.

George cocks an eyebrow. “Really Lill’s?”

“Poor guy.” I mumble.

“Look, I’m not saying anything, except this.” He points at me. “You were fucking Hugo. Repeatedly. Hugo doesn’t do repeats, which means you must have some ninja shit going on down there.” He cocks an eyebrow, and stares at my crotch.

“George!” I hold my hands in my lap, shielding myself from his view. He just laughs.

Lilly shakes her head, a small smile pulling at her lips. “Speaking of Hugo, we picked him up today.” Lilly tells George. “He wanted her, like bad.”

“Yes, as he explained, by telling us he had been arrested whilst he was getting blown.” I tilt my head to the side.

George bursts out laughing. “Fuck, he’s a legend.”

I leave Lilly and George cackling on the sofa, like the drunken rats they are. My guess is that Theo may lose spoonage rights to George tonight.

I have to go, because Alex is coming over tonight. We’ve been on a few dates now, so tonight I decided to cook for him. In other words, I want to sleep with him. I need to sleep with him. A girl only has so much restraint around a man as pretty as him. He’s hot, and nice, and…well, he’s pretty much perfect. I wasn’t sure there were actually guys like him left in the world. He has to be useless in bed. The balance of the world can only be restored if he’s shit in bed. Oh god, please don’t be shit in bed.

When I get home I shower and change into a jumper dress, it’s casual, but still looks good.

I blow dry my hair, and pin a chunk at the front back with grip, leaving the rest of it loose and flowing down my back in a sheet of ruler straight platinum. I throw on a bit of mascara, swipe some nude gloss on my lips, and I’m good to go in less than half an hour.

I’m no master chef when it comes to cooking, but I can throw together some basic dishes. I never used to cook, but years of living with Lilly and George have forced me to learn. Those two are awful. Lilly would happily survive on toast, Haribo and Diet Coke. George would live on take away food if I didn’t put my foot down. I spent a lot of time mothering those two.

I make a chilli, because it’s easy, and who doesn’t like chilli?

Maroon 5 plays from the sound system whilst I cook. Adam Levine is a serious obsession of mine. His voice just makes me want to climb on the nearest penis. I dance around the kitchen as I sip a glass of wine. I’m in a good mood, and I
am
going to get laid tonight.

The doorbell rings and my stomach clenches. I’m nervous. I mean, first time sex with a new guy is always a bit awkward, right?

I open the door to find Alex standing there looking so damn edible. He has jeans on, and a navy shirt that clings in all the right places, with the top two buttons undone. He’s built, like really built. Honestly, I don’t usually go for that type. I find it a little too much. Alex somehow makes his bulk seem refined though. My eyes finally meet his face. He has a kind face. His eyes are a rich caramel colour, almost gold, they radiate warmth. His chestnut hair is short, but deliberately styled to be a bit messy. He smiles at me as though I’m his favourite person in the whole world, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me a little giddy.

“Molly.” He greets me. “You look beautiful.”

I can feel the heat creeping into my cheeks. “Thank you.”

He reaches his arm out, and I notice that he has a small bunch of white roses in his hand. “For you.” He beams.

“Oh, thank you.” I smile. I have no idea what it is about flowers that makes us girls swoon a little. Lilly always says that if a guy brought her flowers, she’d kick him out, but then Lilly is…well, Lilly. “Come in.” I step back and allow him into the flat.

He’s never been in my flat before, and I notice him subtly glancing around. I’ve always thought you can tell a lot about someone by looking at their home.

I look around our flat, and realise that it looks as though a bunch of drunk kleptomaniac’s live here. There’s a sombrero hanging amongst the coats by the door, a full size London Tube sign on the far wall, and a freaky collection of garden gnomes on one of the book cases. I guess the various potted plants probably don’t look out of place, but they were all in fact the result of drunken thievery, along with half the room.

I blame Lilly and George. Those two are ridiculous when they get going. I once woke up to find the pair of them passed out on the kitchen floor, and a random cat in the flat. Neither of them had any recollection of how it got here.

There are framed pictures and trinkets everywhere, souvenirs of all the fun times we’ve had together.

Alex smiles at he stands near the book case, looking more closely at some of the pictures. “You guys look like you’ve had some good times.” He says with a smile in his voice.

I laugh. “Yeah, I’m not quite sure how one of us isn’t dead yet. Well, one of
them.
” I shrug. “Wine?” I hold up the bottle and he nods.

I turn away from him and take a glass from the cupboard. I’m pouring the burgundy liquid into a glass when I feel his hand gently skim my waist.

“Dinner smells amazing.” He says over my shoulder. I shiver involuntarily at his closeness. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything.

“It’s just chilli.” I glance over my shoulder and smile at him. He’s close to me, but not pressing against me. I kind of want him pressing against me though. Jesus, maybe I’m just starved of sexual contact. It’s been over two months since I last had sex, and that was with Hugo. Two months is a long time. Me and my vibrator have become awfully close. With Alex here though, in all his GQ glory, I find myself craving his touch. I appreciate that he’s a gentleman, but right now, I don’t want him to be.

I turn to face him, handing him the wine glass. He takes it, his fingers brushing against mine gently. Part of me wants him to step into me and kiss me. Skip dinner and move straight to dessert. I instinctively lean forward, before I catch myself. We’re still in the ‘dating zone’, that funny place where you kind of know someone, but you haven’t ventured into sexual territory, aside from a kiss here and there, and you don’t want to come off like a bitch in heat. I can’t remember the last time I liked a guy enough to care what he thought. Hugo certainly didn’t care, hell he embraces corruption at it’s finest. He dares me to do my worst, and with him, I was always at my worst.

“It’s ready.” I say quietly, breaking my blatant perv fest. “I’ll dish up. Take a seat.” I gesture towards the breakfast bar, and he moves away from me. I drag in a lungful of air, keen not to make an arse of myself. I just need to make it through dinner, maybe drink a bottle of wine, and all will be good.

“This is amazing.” He says as he takes another forkful of the chilli. He’s finished his, and is now polishing off mine. I love a man who can eat. There’s just something sexy about it.

“Thanks.” I say, sipping my wine. I’m now on my third glass, and it’s starting to go to my head. Operation ‘drink away the nerves’ is under way.

My phone rings, dancing across the far end of the breakfast bar, and blasting Nine Inch Nails. Alex cocks an eyebrow at me. “Interesting ring tone. You’re full of surprises.”

“You have no idea.” I say under my breath. I ignore my phone, but it rings again. “For god’s sake.” I grumble. “Do you mind?” I gesture to the phone and he shakes his head.

“Of course not.”

I see Lilly’s name on the screen. “What?” I hiss into the phone.

There’s a fit of giggling, before George’s voice comes on the line. “Where’s my car?” He slurs.

Great. I sigh. “I have it. You know this, George.”

“I need my condoms out of the glove box.” He says.

“Uh, do I want to know?” Jesus, seriously dodgy images of threesomes involving Lilly, Theo and George are running through my mind right now. Come to think of it, that would be pretty hot.

“Someone gave me chocolate and coffee flavoured jonny’s, and I want Lilly to try one. She wants Theo to try one.” He laughs. I snort.

“You guys want Theo to lick a condom?” I glance across at Alex, who I’d almost forgotten was here. His lips are pulled up in a small smile. I cover the receiver. “I’m sorry, that is not how it sounds.” I say trying not to laugh.

He holds his hands up. “Hey, I don’t judge. Each to their own.”