Dirty Seduction

LAINE

KELLY ANNE POURSses a sneaky vodka from her dad’s bottle and tops it up with cheap cola. She clinks her glass against mine as she plays some drum and bass compilation I don’t like, as though simply having a bit of alcohol is cause for celebration. It doesn’t feel like it. Not so much.

I’ve learned since her last birthday that some celebrations mean something, but it seems Kelly Anne didn’t get tagged in that particular life post.

“Gonna get so fucking trashed tonight!” she tells me, and my stomach rolls before I’ve even taken a sip. I have no doubt she’s gonna get so fucking trashed tonight, only there’s no way I’ll be joining her in that. Not with Daddy Nick’s Mercedes waiting like a pumpkin carriage as midnight strikes.

I’ve been telling her all week about my curfew. I didn’t say it like that, that it’s a curfew, just that we have plans. Plans. We do have plans. Nick is going to take me shopping for a Christmas party dress tomorrow once the birthday celebration is done and dusted. He always says birthday celebration in that tone now when it comes to Kelly Anne. He says everything in that funny tone when it comes to Kelly Anne.

“Are you wearing that?” she asks, and I stare down at myself to work out exactly which one she’s referring to. I’m dressed up, for me, wearing one of the sweet dresses Nick bought me and a pair of smart enough leggings underneath. He told me I looked beautiful, and I felt it. I’m not going to let Kelly Anne ruin that for me.

“I love this dress,” I tell her.

“Sure, it’s nice,” she says. “But we’re going out. Can’t you wear something more dressy?” Slutty, she means.

Her black little number is up to her ass and barely covers her nipples.

I’ve actually been wondering how it would feel to wear something like that, but only for him, and only at home. Only when his eyes are dark and dirty and he wants me like that.

I definitely wouldn’t want to wear it for a club full of drunk randoms, though.

“I love this dress,” I repeat, and there’s that confidence in my voice again that surprises me every time it comes out.

“Suit yourself,” she says, and downs the rest of her drink.

I take another sip of mine and it tastes icky.

“You used to be more fun than this.” She rolls her eyes. “This older guy crap is making you so dull, Laine.”

Not so long ago it would have hurt to hear I was dull. Not so long ago I’d have tried my best to make her birthday the best night ever and downed that vodka with her and told her she looks amazing.

Being with Nick is changing me, she’s right about that. I feel it right the way through me, the way I have so much less time for her nasty opinions or her whining about what I should and shouldn’t be doing as her bestie. I didn’t realize how many little conditions she has over every single thing we do together.

Nick has rules, but they’re all for me, for us. Kelly Anne’s silly rules are for nobody else but herself.

She checks herself in the mirror for the millionth time, snaps a selfie, and uploads it with a load of trendy hashtags for her fake friends on Facebook, and then she grabs her handbag.

“Come on, bestie,” she whoops. “It’s party time!” I can hardly contain my excitement.

NICK

I WISH she hadn’t gone. I wish she’d have decided for herself that her friend Kelly Anne treats her like a piece of shit on her shoe, keeping her close for the sake of vanity and little else.

It pains me that a selfish little cow like that has meant so much to my sweet Laine, but I’d dropped her at her friend’s house kissed her hair, and told her to have a good time.

Some life lessons need to be learned for yourself.

I keep an eye on the clock, even though it’s barely scraped past eight. I keep my phone close by, just in case she calls and wants me to come for her, or if… anything else happens to her.

I concentrate on a month-end report just to keep the paranoia at bay. The drunks, the people popping pills, the people out for an easy fuck with little regard for who they take it from. All things that my beautiful girl is too optimistic about human nature to avoid.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

She always sees the best in everyone, and I love her for it. And it worries the shit out of me, knowing she’s out there with the dregs of Saturday night partying with only a non-friend to watch her back, but still, I love her for her dedication in persisting with it.

Midnight.

I’ll see her at midnight.

She has an alarm on her phone to let her know our rendezvous point is looming, and a fully charged battery I checked before she left. She has enough money to get a taxi within a hundred-mile radius, regardless of how many drinks Kelly Anne leeches out of her. And she has me. I’ll be waiting.

LAINE

THIS CLUB STINKS. It’s too loud to talk properly, not that I’d be talking anyway. Kelly Anne is already far more interested in some drunk guys than she is in me. Standard.

So much for besties.

So much for Mason, master of the female orgasm, too, seemingly.

I think about calling it off, making my excuses, and heading back home to Nick where I belong.

Where I belong.

It’s so nice to belong somewhere.

It’s interesting that being out somewhere I hate makes it all the more obvious how amazing my life is right now. I mean, I knew it. I know it every minute of every day, but this, this… fake pretense of having a good time… I’m done with this.

This is the last crappy birthday party of Kelly Anne’s I agree. Next year she’ll have to find some of her fake friends to hang out with. I’m done.

She introduces me to some wasted guy called Tyler, and I smile politely. Tyler tells me he’s got pills, and I tell him thanks but no thanks and keep a close eye on my drink in case one of those pills magically ends up in there.

I keep an eye on Kelly Anne’s drink, too, as hard as that is with her swinging it around all over the place as she flirts and grinds and makes a real slut of herself.

It’s barely nine and I’m already bored to tears.

I’m thinking of my warm bed and Nick’s kisses when Kelly Anne snatches my phone from my handbag.

“Yeah… for real! Creepy old dude bought her this!” She hands it to Tyler and his idiot friend, and I laugh into action that feels so alien to me. I try to grab it back, but Kelly Anne takes it from Tyler’s hand before I can get to it. She holds it out of reach as she flicks through my phone gallery, and my privacy feels so personally invaded that I’m not sure whether I should slap her or cry or both. “She’s got a fucking curfew, too. Like

Cinderella. Talk about creepy.” They laugh.

She laughs.

And for the first time in my life, I hate Kelly Anne.

I didn’t even hate her when she left all my things with strangers and bailed on me, but right now, laughing about my life with Nick and treating me like a silly little joke, I hate her so much I want to storm out and never see her again.

If only I felt okay about leaving her with these creeps.

“Give it back!” I shout over the music. “It’s not funny, Kelly Anne!”

She keeps flicking, as though she’s got every right to snoop, and it irritates me so much I feel sick to my stomach. I have nothing private on there, not really, but that isn’t the point. It isn’t the point.

She rolls her eyes when she sees I’m not playing, scrolling just a bit more to make a point before she hands it back.

My heart races as I check it for damage. There isn’t any and I breathe in relief.

I check the time before I put it back to safety in my handbag, and it’s only just gone eight o’clock. Shit.

The night is going to take forever.

NICK

I GUESS HEARING nothing could be considered a good thing. Maybe she’s enjoying herself. Maybe Laine likes drum and bass. Maybe she likes dancing, too. I haven’t yet had enough time to figure that out.

Maybe she’s having so much fun with Kelly Anne that she’s barely giving me a second thought, and as much as it pains me not to be the center of her universe every waking minute, I’d be happy for her.

I want her to be happy. I want her to embrace life, laugh and lo, ve, and an e to do dandanceat makes her happy.

I keep working on my spreadsheet. Just a few more hours to go.