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Chapter 4: Date Night

Pree di Author's Note at the end fi mi nuh plz.  (*Please see the Author's Note at the end*)

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Chapter 4

I told Nate what had happened the previous night, what had been happening in the past few weeks. After I finished explaining, Nate seemed to age a few years.

 He rested his face in his hands and said, "It's my fault, it's all my fault."

I looked at him thoughtfully for a few seconds and then said, "You know you're absolutely right!"

He looked up suddenly, shocked splashed all over his facial features. I guess that wasn't the answer he was expecting but I was beyond caring. I would have never had met Bryan had it not been for Nate.

It was late evening a couple days after me and Shy had met Nate at the bar. I hadn't seen him since he had left my apartment on that fateful morning. Truth be told I felt it was better that way.  I could not believe that I had behaved in such a bawdy manner. The things I had let a stranger do to me, the things I had done to him.

The worst part was if I had to do it all over, I wouldn't change a thing. I didn't regret the sex at all. It was the best I had ever had.

I was sitting on my couch thinking about the bad things Nate had done to me there as the night progressed and early in the morning. As I reminisced, I felt the pools of moisture forming between my legs.

"If I kept this up, I would have to walk around with a slippery when wet sign," I said smilingly to myself. There was no way that a one- nighter should make me feel this way.

I was almost sad that I probably wouldn't ever see him again. I sighed dejectedly and reached for my earphones, after all music heals all wounds.

As Miley Cyrus finished singing about being a big sliver steel ball, [A/N- I actually love that song] my phone started to vibrate indicating an incoming call. I scooped it up quickly and looked at the number on the screen. I had no idea who it could be and I was not really for the idea of answer calls for numbers I didn't know, so I left it and went back to my music.

The next song to start playing was 'Call Me Maybe', sucking my teeth in annoyance I muttered, "Bumboclaat! Thirsty rass bitch!" (*expletive! Damn thirsty bitch*) [A/N- rass is an expletive also and I really don't like that song].

Just as I was thinking that was desperation at its worst, my phone rang for the fifth time. Once again I checked the screen.  it was the very same number. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to answer it.

 Somewhere in the back of my head a voce said, "Curiosity killed the cat, Roxanne." I ignored it thinking, my cat couldn't die any more deaths as Nate had already murdered it over and over again.

I answered the called and a very deep, very husky British voice echoed my original hello.

"Roxy? Roxanne?" the voice continued.

"Yeah?" I responded.

There was a small pause and all I could hear was shallow breathing on the other side. I decided to break the silence so I asked, "Is there something I can help you with Mr. Richards?"

"No need to be so formal Roxanne," the voice replied, "You can call me Nate, Mr. Richards is my father," he continued.

"How'd you get my number Nate and again I ask, may I help you?"