Page 17 of Nolan (The Doherty Mafia)
“I didn’t expect to meet someone like you tonight,” I said.
“What kind of girl did you think you’d bring home?”
“The usual.”
“Big tits and drooling for you?”
“You look like you drooled a little for me back there,” I said with a smirk. Amelia rolled her eyes.
“It’s just sex, right? You’re not thinking straight when you’re naked and coming,” she replied.
She was right. When I exploded inside her, with her body shaking underneath me—I wasn’t thinking straight. I had some pretty wild thoughts enter my head.Thoughts about how she was the perfect girl. The kind of girl you only have a chance of meeting once in your life. I didn’t want to stop fucking her.
“Yeah, it’s just sex,” I said.
There was some silence between us. Neither of us were willing to look at each other. Maybe we knew we’d start eating each other’s faces out again if we did.
“Back there, when you talked about your family, you sounded like you were unhappy. With your life,” she said.
It wasn’t what I wanted to talk about. I was sorry I even brought it up when I did.
“It’s complicated,” I replied.
Amelia looked like she was about say something but then she changed her mind.
“Yeah, families are always complicated, or so I hear.”
I didn’t know what she meant by that. I assumed it was just her way of saying she had a pretty happy family situation and didn’t get why I had problems with mine.
“What are we going to do now?” she asked. I dozed off a little. The alcohol and blowing my load had gotten to me.
“We could go to sleep,” I suggested.
“Here?”
“I have a bedroom with an actual bed where we’d both fit comfortably,” I said.
It wasn’t an offer I easily made to most chicks who came back to my place from a bar. But I didn’t want to let Amelia go just yet.
“Lead the way,” she said, standing up.
The first thing I did when I woke up the next morning was look for Amelia in my bed.
I distinctly remembered jumping into bed together the previous night. We made out for a bit. I could still taste her on my breath. The whiskey and her sweetness. We talked about things that weren’t important until we drifted off to sleep.
She was in my arms. Her hair was on my face tickling my nostrils and I didn’t care. I fell asleep feeling content and warm, deciding I’d think more about this the next morning when I was sober.
I woke up with a hangover. That bit was obvious. But Amelia was missing and I hadn’t expected that.
I thought we had a good time together. We made each other laugh, and kept each other interested.
Most importantly, I’d looked forward to getting to know her a little better. Especially in the light of the morning after a good night’s sleep when neither of us were drunk. I wanted to know if she was really that interesting, even the next day after I’d fucked her already.
But she was gone and I wasn’t going to get a chance to find out.
I didn’t know anything about Amelia. Her last name. Where she was from. Her phone number or where she lived. She had almost vanished into thin air.
I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes. I was disappointed. Hell, I was more than a little disappointed. It was the first time I looked forward to seeing a chick in the morning after what had started as a one-night stand.
Usually, I couldn’t wait to get them out of my apartment. But the tables had turned now, and it seemed like Amelia was the one who couldn’t wait to get away from me fast enough.
I deserved it.
Maybe I deserved everything I’d gotten from my family too.
Within moments of waking up, I felt myself sinking back into that abyss of gloom. Amelia had kept me distracted the previous night. I was able to forget about my family and how disappointing that aspect of my life was. Now it all rushed back to me like a hurricane.
My brothers thought of me as nothing more than an entitled brat. My father still treated me like a teenager. I had no say in the family business or the decisions they made. I was nothing.
I wasn’t even interesting enough to keep a chick hanging around my apartment. Amelia was too good for me and she clearly knew it too.
I had no reason to get out of bed or leave my place. What would I do with the rest of my day? But somehow, I managed to drag myself to the bathroom for a shower.
Nine
Amelia
I managed to sneak out of Nolan’s apartment without waking him up.
I hadn’t planned on falling asleep in his bed the previous night. I hadn’t even planned on having sex with him—but everything was out of my hands once we’d met.
