If only he loved me too

Chapter 17: seventeen

After my short and emotional moment with Mrs.Price, I left Price Mansion went back to stay with my

mother in my old house. she didn't push much for an explanation just hugged me and told me to use

my old room upstairs, that's when I realized how strong of a woman my mother is. she lost the love of

her life at a young age with the responsibility of two little girls and now to watch your younger child

going through the same pain must be terrible. the only difference in our situation is that she had lost the

love of her life and mine didn't want me.

I sighed unboxing the last box and I have officially moved in. I had such an emotional time that I need

an escape a real one this time. so, I called my childhood best friend Nicole. she is very different than

my other friends she is not nerdy and boring. She is the opposite of that.

I press the call option and wait for her to pick up " Erika Julia Price, how dare you leave without a single

text or a call. do you realize how worried I was when Mrs.B told me? huh?" she screamed in my ear my

lips pulled in a small smile, finally, someone how didn't treat me like a fragile glass doll who might break

with a little push.

"Hey, Nicky," I greeted not as loud, she was silent for a second

"I pick you up at 5," she said but she could hang up as always I told her to pick me up from my old

house she agreed and that's how I ended up at a salon

According to the breakup guru aka Nicole Martinez, makeup and makeover solve everything. it was a Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

good idea since I haven't had a proper hair makeover for almost a year, the stylist loved my long dark

hair so he kept it long but gave it a nice look. later I had to go through trimming, threading, waxing, and

a full-body spa in approximately 5 hours. while I was going through the reincarnation, Miss. Nicole was

busy shopping since according to her the full makeover was never complete without a proper dress but

she joined me soon enough.

When the clock hit 10 pm Nicole forced me into a beautiful black short dress which was sort of decent

for a widow ( according to others but divorced according to me) and she wore a red bodycon which

enhanced her hourglass figure, she is Afro-American with dark chocolate complexion, height 5'5, curly

hair, and black eyes. she was considered the most beautiful girl in my high school she is also the prom

queen, being an heiress gave her a lot of leverage so she had a business degree handling her own

company.

"Ready?" she asked crazily excited making me chuckle and nod," say it, so I can hear," she yelled on

top of her lungs and also the radio which played some rocking party song.

I smiled "Yes," I yelled joining her level of enthusiasm

"Then... Let's get this party started!" she yelled and drove towards our destination, for a moment I was

scared to ride with her due to her dangerous driving and said to myself to 'suck it up and enjoy'

The Sin, That's what the club was called and being the goody-two-shoes that I was, have never been

to a place like this. the bouncer let us in when he saw it was Nicole Martinez, and me. I don't think he

let us in because of me, that's for sure.

I looked at her and she smiled at me mischievously "This belongs to one of my ex-boyfriends," I looked

at her disbelievingly "What, it was a mutual breakup and we are friends now," she tried to reason

making me shake my head. typical Nicole, no one could hate her even if she broke their heart they

would still bow down to her every wish.

As I scanned the area something didn't add up. this was not our regular club people were wearing

minimum clothes and lots of people wore collars, people were wearing leather pants and no shirt,

women were holding whips and there were people like us who wore regular party clothes. I looked at

Nicole speechless as we made eye contact

"This is... this is..." I couldn't even say the words

"Yes, we are at a BDSM club" she smirked walking towards the bar area.

I was too shocked to go on my own so I followed her like a lost puppy, she spoke with the bartender

ordering our drinks and I tried my hardest not to look at the guy who was only wearing a collar and a

very, revealing thong. yeah, a thong. Nicole has outdone herself this time that's for sure

"Here, wear this do not take this off unless you want to have some fun," she suggestively wiggles her

eyebrows. I scowled at her and took the red wristband from her hand.

"Why?" I asked wearing the wristband none the less.

"Well, the are some rules that need to be followed here, as this is not a regular club some people might

only like to visit and just experience without doing anything sexual. the owner came up with these

protective bands, there are three types of bands blue is for staff that indicates if they have consent they

can wiggle," she winked at me silly, I chuckled at her antics and thanked the bartender for the vodka

shot.

"There is a Green band that says they are ready to mingle and then there is a red band like yours," she

said tapping the band on my left hand "That indicates that you are not interested in participating just

visiting," she said before downing her shot

Shrugging the weirdness of this place I let loose because I was happy about the band on my hand, I

was safe.

As the night dragged on with lots and lots of alcohol in our system we were on top of the world, as my

vision got blurry I felt free, and finally, I was happy. we danced till our feet hurt and drank till our

stomach couldn't take it.

I was sitting on a stool at the bar counter and Nicole was nowhere to be seen, I had didn't realize

before but she wasn't wearing any wristband maybe she went to get some while I was getting wasted.

"Ma'am, can I get you a cab? your friend might not be back anytime soon," The bartender said looking

over me from his place

I waved him off using my left-hand showing that I'm not interested in his offer, "I'm Not Interested," I tell

him and he laughed as I told him some joke

"I know, I'm not asking for a lay. I'm asking so you can go home and wait for the serious headache to hit

you," he joked smiling

I stared at him with my blurry vision I could only figure out his tall stiletto, he was very tall. suddenly the

world seems to spin and bile raised in my throat.

"shit," he said and jumped across the bar counter to get to me, "please don't puke here, " He said and

dragged me to what I assume a bathroom.

he opened one of the stalls and pulled me towards the toilet if I wasn't pukish before I was defiantly

now due to the horrible smell in here. I puked my guts out as he held back my hair and soothingly

rubbed my back.

after puking my guts out we sat on the dirty bathroom floor and leaned back, my vision cleared a bit

and I can make out a few of his features. he has dark hair don't know if it's brown, sharp jawline and

sparkly white teeth that's when I saw his wrist, he wore an identical wristband to mine.

"So, cab?" he asked smiling brightly, so bright that it hurt my eyes and I groaned in pain making him

laugh.

he has a nice laugh, maybe I can move on, forget about all the scary stuff that happened not less than

a year? I hope so.