Wanted By Two

Feeling Good As Hell 🎶

  A/N: Firstly, this book is mostly in Kelsey, the FL’s POV but occasionally, when it's necessary, I shift it to other characters. Secondly, the titles are named after the lines of some songs. It’s my way of having fun while writing. 😁 You can check them out later if you wish. Enjoy

“Today?” I whined sadly. I had orgasmed at the thought of how much rest I would get once I returned home and now I had to go out again.
“Yes, today, Kel. You promised you won't leave me alone with whoever it is. Look, it's just the first date. If I don't like him, I won't waste anybody's time. I'll just foot the bill and leave.”
“And if you do like him?”
The alternative was clear when she blushed, her olive cheeks hot. Leah was a free spirit, wild and passionate about anything she loved. She swore me to secrecy one night when she told me she had taken her virginity with a dildo at age eleven. It had been a mistake and she had done it out of curiosity after she had caught her stepmom watching porn. It had been forward ever for her since then but at least, she kept her lovers out of my apartment. She never dated so I knew that the blind date thing had to be serious.
“I don't know, Kel. I mean, we like the same things: art, music and good food. It's like he is the other half of me,” she dreamily spoke, hugging her paintbrush. Oil paint dripped into her bra and rolled onto my belly but she was far gone with her musing.
“Shouldn't –wait, how does it go again? Okay, shouldn't unlike people attract?”
“Shut up. Get some rest, bae. We leave in an hour.”
***
In an hour, Leah and I sat behind the wheels of my sports car, she filling herself with liquid courage. I was the designated driver so I had only a glass of vodka for the road. She, a real big talker, became nervous when I parked into the driveway of the bar she was supposed to be meeting her beau.
“Tell me I look great, Kel,” she implored, grabbing her arm painfully. “Humour me.”
“You don't look great, Leah. You look amazing in that white body con that I don't remember promising to lend you,” I accused, raising a brow. “Whoever he is, he is going to scream when he sees you, not out of fright,” I added as an afterthought when I saw the horror on her face. “He is gonna scream because you look classy, girl.”
She smiled brightly and patted her bun for the umpteenth time this evening. I was going to pin her hands behind her if she did it again. She was wearing fire engine red Jimmy Choos and I had done her makeup. It had been easy because she had a pretty face already; I just had to touch up her face a little. I had found paint behind her ears and in her greasy hair from where she hung her brushes. Cleaning them with wipes had taken most of the time.
“You don't look bad yourself, Kel. Out for a replacement for Mitch already?” she teased and toyed with my gold hoops on her ears. She was partially right though: I was on the lookout for a new guy but this time, I didn't want to make any commitments. I just really didn't like sleeping alone in my apartment with Leah snoring like a broken steam engine.
“I always dress like this and there is nothing I'm wearing that you haven't seen before. I am here to support you but if I get lonely and there's a cute guy in the wings, who am I to turn down good sex?” I reasoned, shrugging in acceptance of my narrow mentality. I was meant to be loved and I would get love from somewhere.
“Riiiiiiiight,” Leah stressed, picking up her bag. “Time to make an entrance. I'm ready to meet my Mr. Hot Guy.”
We shared a laugh over her blind date’s unusual username on the dating app. I had tried HeartMatch before but the number of weirdos logging in there was constantly on the rise. I eventually dumped my account and trashed the app from my phone. Hopefully, her date would not be in the weirdo category.