I go into the first bar I find, sit at the counter and ask for a cocktail.
Soon enough, players start circling, paying for drinks and wanting to talk to me. Men are such an easy species. Anywhere in the world, they behave the same way, regardless of their culture.
Quickly I realize that this is going nowhere, because no one speaks English and I don't speak French.
I get three cocktails and leave, trying to find a club. At least at the club I don't need to talk, and there's no language barrier. I just have to dance and make out.
On the way there I notice my friends tried calling me a few times, and so did Peter. I text Martina with the name of the club I'm about to enter. Then, I enter the club and place my things at cloakroom.
Since I already have some alcohol in me tonight, I feel like playing the way I did in the good old days before coming to Netherlands.
I walk around the club which isn't that full; I ask for a vodka-lemon at the bar and look around. Finally I find my target: a dark-haired guy with way too much muscle tone who surely goes to the gym every day; either that or he injects growth hormones. He's got some tattoos, but not as many as Hardin. The biggest challenge is that he's got two girls around him, which makes this much more fun. I chose the right club because Latin music is playing.
I get on his field of vision and start dancing sexily, but not too close. When my target sees me, I go to step two: I'm keeping eye contact, so he realizes I'm interested.
I shoo off a few guys who started dancing around me, locking eyes with only him. And I see the smirk on his face. After a while, he walks towards me. Done: he's drawn to me. So I turn my back and head to the bar to get a drink.
As I planned, he follows me and tells the waitress she's paying for my drink. He shouts something in my ear that's in French, so I say to him "Je ne parle pas français". Must be almost the only thing I can say in this language.
I approach his face; he leans forward, and we start making out. This was too easy. He tastes like alcohol, but he's not a bad kisser. And he really smells of perfume. However, I don't feel any chemistry, nor any attraction towards him. Still, we smile at each other and kiss again. I have to force myself to feel something for other people again.
Suddenly, I'm pulled away by someone who lifts me over his shoulder and I recognize him immediately. He's holding my legs and I kick his back until the Doorman stops us. He starts speaking French and I don't understand a thing. Neither does Peter, because he's telling him he doesn't speak French, but in English. I calm down and Peter goes outside with me on his shoulder and puts me down on the ground.
"What do you think you're doing?" I shout.
"I should be the one asking you," he replies.
"You're a pain in the ass, why won't you just get out of my life?" I lower my tone of voice because the bouncer's looking at us and I don't want to be arrested in Paris.
"Because I can't, nor do I want to. Please..." He's making a sad face and for some reason it pisses me off more, maybe because of how drunk I am. How is he the one who may feel sad!?
I approach his face and point my finger so he truly understands what I'm about to say, "Listen to me, Peter Kane. Either you leave me alone or I'll humiliate you and do worse than what you've done to me. I don't know if you're aware, but I just have to snap my fingers and Hardin's in my bed again, so if you don't want me to fuck our friend, just leave me alone."
"Kelly..." he starts talking with that hurt in his eyes, but I don't let him.
"Better yet! I just had a better idea," I continue my speech, "I'll let you decide and make a choice about my love life."
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Good at Games, Bad at Love (18+)
Romance"Can I give you a hug?" Is it possible to want and not want something at the same time? "Please?" he insists and I nod. He approaches me and my breathing becomes irregular, our bodies are too close. He doesn't hug me. Instead, his hands touch mine...
