Big Nick Energy (Bringing Home Trouble)

2. Blanca

2

Blanca

One year later

I ended the call and smiled.

My best friend was going on a date. I sighed and glanced at the small closet in front of me. The beautiful blue dress I’d yet to wear hung there. I sighed wistfully before dropping down on my bed, and I groaned.

“Why am I such an idiot? I mumbled to myself.

I’d moved out and into an off-campus apartment close to my childhood home. I shared the place with four other girls, and my room was the size of a storage closet, but it was mine and I loved it. I reached for the black bear plushie next to me and hugged it. I looked up at the ceiling. The fan whirled up above. It was a sweltering summer. Record-breaking heat. The girls and I decided not to use the air conditioner during the day to try to keep our electric bill a little lower after last month’s bill had been so high that each of us had to pick up an extra shift just to make up for it.

But even with the heat and small space, it didn’t take away from me thinking about the one man who was never far from my thoughts. I hadn’t seen Nick Marsh since I’d bumped into him at the mall almost a year ago to the date. Sort of. I’d seen him here and there. At the theatre from a far usually. Or at the cashier next to mine when I worked concessions. I’d even noticed him at my gym.

But I hadn’t spoken to him.

Not in real life.

My imagination was a whole other thing. There I spoke to him, to daddy, on the daily.

In my dirty daydreams and filthy fantasies, Nick Marsh was always in control.

Dominating and loving.

Sweet yet firm.

He’d call me his. Just the thought made my tummy flutter. With his deep voice, his words instructed me how to come time and time again. There hadn’t been a night I hadn’t pleasured myself to the image of that man in my head.

I was sad. Pathetic, really.

Nineteen, about to turn twenty, and I hadn’t dated anyone since Noah. Not because I hadn’t been asked out. I had. There were two guys at work, my age or a year older, who liked me. They’d both asked me out on separate occasions, and I had turned both of them down. There was even one guy at the gym who aways went out of his way to talk to me. I just hadn’t been interested.

Not in them or anyone else.

Not the guys at school or the ones I talked to at work or at the gym. And I honestly had tried. I needed to get my ex-boyfriend’s dad out of my head, but it felt impossible.

I was seriously and hopelessly in love with a man I hardly knew.

I just wish I knew how to get over him.