Notorious

9

"Hey." A girly voice that wasn't like Nikki's at all made my head snap up.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, downing my misery in a bottle of whiskey.

I hated Nikki.

As soon as I got anywhere closed to her, she drove me away and pushed at me until I snapped, always feeling like an asshole whenever her face faltered or a tear slipped down her cheek.

She wanted to be a tough bitch? I could treat her like one.

But why was it driving me to drink and making me miserable?

I could get laid whenever, so why hadn't I?

Nikki was the bane of my existence at the moment.

Fuck her.

The girl talking to me was the new one who had been eyeball fucking me since the minute I walked in the room. I could feel Michelle's green eyes staring at me from across the kitchen and I tried my best to ignore her.

"You're the newbie, right?"

"Yeah..." She twirled her blonde hair around her finger nervously. "My name's Kayla."

I had to give her credit though, she had balls coming up to an OG and making conversation when I all but had a brawl with my ex not even an hour ago. Nikki wasn't technically my ex girlfriend, but given our history I considered her an ex all the same.

"Shane." I nodded at her.

"I know who you are. It's kind of hard not to when almost every guy idolizes you."

I smirked and she sat down next to me, purposely brushing her leg against my thigh and I took a second to really look at her. Her eyes were plain brown. I didn't feel anything when Kayla kept trying to rub against me, no blood rushing to my dick whatsoever. They weren't electric blue, seeing through my soul or anything, I should be fucking stoked that she looked nothing like Nikki. Her body wasn't covered in ink, she was everything that Nikki wasn't.

"What's a guy like you doing alone? Shouldn't you have a girl with you or something?"

I should, but she was pouting in my room being an ungrateful brat about me offering to do her fucking job for her so she could take some time off.

"Nah, I don't need one."

"I'm free, if you want me." She tried to sound sexy, but that voice of hers was too high pitched; sounding too easy and desperate.

It was when she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder that I came to the disgusting realization that she resembled Kristen.

I should've been happy to have a girl throw herself at me and actually made it clear that she wanted me. Instead, I was still caught up on thinking about a girl who wanted me around her just as much as the plague.

I could feel my words slurring the more I chugged my whiskey.

"Thanks doll, but I got somewhere I need to be."

I pushed away from the table to stand up and stumbled.

Holy shit, definitely way more drunk than I thought.

I took off down the hallway, opening the door to my room; where Satan was supposed to be sleeping. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly. In the moonlight coming in from the window, I could appreciate how pretty she was without her yelling at me to stop looking at her.

If you asked me, I liked her much better when she was asleep.

Slipping out of my shirt, I tossed it on the floor in the darkness and accidentally hit my dresser. I swore under my breath as I heard her shift on the bed.