Somebody to You

Ch 1

Nick POV

My life is amazing, perfect even. I am a Mixed Martial Arts fighter & a pretty good one at that. I have a few championships & my career, at only 23, is just taking off. I can have any woman I want & as a matter of fact, I just had one. Now, she is laying on my arm & I am trying to get my arm free, so I can leave. I never stay long. No sooner is the condom off & they are asleep, then I am sneaking out of their house or apartment. I never have them at my place. No. Never. Not in my rule book. I never want them to know where I live. That was a definite deal breaker.

Everyone was aware that I had a reputation, but it didn't stop the girls from flocking to me. I was called Mr. Tricky in the ring because of my trick moves that would bring my opponent down, but I was also referred to as Mr. Tricky by the ladies, because I had tricks that could make any woman cum within minutes. The ladies knew how good I was. Word got around. They all wanted a piece of Nick Jonas.

I'm the oldest in the family. It's just my parents, me & my younger brother, Joe. He's an aspiring actor, singer, dancer or as I call him, a showgirl. He's sensitive & compassionate & cares about hurting people's feelings. It's annoying sometimes, but he's my brother & I love him, anyway. The fact that he's too nice is probably why he's suffering from a broken heart... again. I'm always telling him if you're nice to the ladies, they will use you & break your heart. That's what happened to me in high school when I dated the most popular girl in school, Macy. She broke my heart & I vowed that I would never let that happen again.

Joe was dating a girl named Cami, for almost nine months, when he thought it would be a good idea to move in together. Six months later, he walked in on her fucking her ex boyfriend in Joe's bed. Needless to say, he was the one who had to move out & now he was nursing a broken heart on my couch. If only he would listen to me. True love is a myth. It's something made up, I am certain. I can't even imagine falling in love again. I haven't even met a girl who made me feel anything but horny. I have yet to find someone that I could stand to be around for more than a few hours, to be honest. I haven't found someone who could make me laugh or even engage in a meaningful conversation. I wasn't even sure that kind of woman existed. If she did, I would sure like to meet her. Maybe I'm just impatient when it comes to women, who knows? But anything is possible & I could find someone I connect with. It would have to be quick, though, before I connect with her sexually because she's lost her purpose after that. Maybe, what I really want is a woman who won't take my shit. Someone who will make me chase her. Someone who isn't going to say yes to everything I ask. Someone who isn't afraid to stand up to me. Could there be a woman like that somewhere in this world? If not, then I am destined to be alone unless I decide to settle. I had plenty of time, though. I'm only 23. I'm way too young to even think about settling down.

I somehow managed to get out of this girl's apartment & don't ask me what her name was because I had no idea. I usually made up nicknames in my head that helped me place them if I ever saw them again. There was Double D & Big Mouth. I'm sure you can guess how I got those names. The one last night, I called Red because her hair was red & it was all natural. The carpet matched the drapes, if you know what I mean. The drapes were just a little triangle over her slit, but they definitely looked red when I was down there, snacking.

When I got home, Joe was sitting on my couch, fondling the remote as he stared at the tv. I sighed & rolled my eyes. "Dude, you need to stop moping. It's one girl. There are a million more where she came from & I bet they are a lot hotter. Cami was not all that." I threw my keys on the counter that separated my kitchen from my foyer.

Joe sighed, loudly. "I was in love with her."

"Yea & now look atcha. You're miserable. That's why I'm not falling in love again." I laughed, shaking my head. "I learned my lesson after Macy."

Joe clicked his tongue & put the remote on the coffee table. "You dated Macy for like a few months."

"We dated through our junior year & halfway into our senior year, what are you talking about?"

"I guess it didn't seem that long since she broke up with you every two weeks." Joe smirked, standing up & stretching. "Anyway, I am going to Mexico with my dudes. I need some time to clear my head & have fun & not think about Cami. You want to come with us?"

"First of all, you & Cami have been over for almost a month, so you should be over her by now. Second of all, I have a career, man. I can't just pick up & go on vacation whenever I want." I walked to the fridge as I spoke loud enough for Joe to hear. He came over to lean on the counter. "But you have fun, bro. Come back a new man." I grinned before I took a drink of water.

"That's the plan." Joe said, showing me a crooked smile.

"It's a good one." I smirked. "And when you get back, you & I are going out & we're getting you laid."

Joe laughed. "It's not that easy for me. Not like it is for you."

"Puhleeze, you're my brother, so if they can't have me, they will be quite happy settling for you." I grinned, chuckling under my breath.

"Gee, thanks." Joe rolled his eyes at me.

My phone vibrated in my pocket & I pulled it out to look at it. I sighed. "Shit. I gotta go. I'm meeting my trainer in an hour." I started walking to my room, then turned around to look at Joe. "Why don't you come to the gym with me today? You need to work off some of the negative energy you've got & get yourself in shape before you head to Mexico."

Joe shrugged. "Yea, maybe I will come with you. I do need to get back into shape."

"Excellent. Be ready in 40 minutes." I turned & headed to my bedroom to get ready. I was glad Joe was coming with me. He really needed to snap out of the funk he was in. I loved going to the gym, especially if I was upset or needed to think. It was like my church or my therapy. Fighting as a career is a great release, too. It's nice getting paid for something that you love to do. The recognition was nice, but the money was definitely what I was in it for. I honestly, don't know what I would do if I couldn't fight anymore.