“I know,” I mumble, “but it still bothers me seeing it. It's embarrassing, knowing he doesn't care at all that he is to marry me. That he flaunts around all these women. It's insulting. Is that what our marriage will be like too?”
“If that man had the audacity to do something like that, I will personally fly out to New York and shoot the mother fucker in his balls for you.” She straightens her back as she declares in the bitchiest voice she can muster. Knowing she is serious I laugh at the images she paints for me. “You know what? Fuck him.”
“What?” Confused at what she is saying.
“Yes. Fuck. Him.” She repeats, putting emphasis on each word before she continues. “Let’s go get you something sexy. Something bold. If he is going to play games you can too. Every man in L.A. that sees you is going to want you, and we can let him have a taste of his own jealousy, and hope he fucking chokes on it.”
“G, I don't know if that's a good idea….” Waving me off with her hands, she is already calling over our waitress to cash out our checks. Once she gets an idea in her head, she is like a train barreling down the tracks till she reaches her goal, there is no stopping her. I shake my head, knowing this is a horrible idea as she drags me to some of the more risque boutiques she often gets things from.
5
LILIANA
Back at home with nothing to do my mind pulls back to Nicoli. Getting up I try to busy myself as I put away the clothes we got today, hanging them in my closet, leaving the more revealing items sitting in the bag on the floor.
A few minutes later I find myself sitting on my bed unable to help myself, as I pull out my computer to dig up the latest news on him. It doesn't take a lot of searching as images and an article pop right up. The headline reading, -IS AN ENGAGEMENT LOOMING AROUND THE CORNER? -not wanting to, but unable to resist the temptation, I scroll down and see what images await me. I roll the mouse as the page inches down to the rest of the article. Right below the headline at the top is an image of Nicoli, looking as alluring and dangerous as always. His eyes pierced the camera, reminding me of the first day we met when those very same eyes were piercing my own skin instead.
The next image down is that of him with that blonde skank wrapping her arms around his waist looking up at him with adoration and apparent desire. I swallow, my mouth feeling dry as I begin to read the article
Nicoli Black and Alice Valentino have been seen out in public quite often as of recently. Though they have not made announcements of their relationship publicly one has to wonder if this is the woman that will pull one of the most sought after bachelors off the market. With how often we have been seeing them around together we begin to wonder if an engagement might be looming around the corner for these two.
A mixture of emotions flare to life inside of me. Anger, hurt, rejection, embarrassment, jealousy. Slamming down the screen on my laptop, no longer wanting to see the article in front of me. Son of a fucking bitch. Settling my emotion on anger as it is the easiest one to accept and channel, I decide to do exactly as Gianna had said. Fuck him, and fuck his stupid deal with my father.
Pushing off the bed I storm back into my closet. Reaching into the shopping bags on the floor from the last boutique we went to, I grab the new bikini Gianna grabbed at the last minute before we checked out. She had convinced me to buy it, saying I didn't need to try it on and that it would look sexy and definitely draw attention to me.
Putting it on I can see she was right. It's definitely a little more daring and showy than I'm used to. It’s a deep black with red accents that highlight and draw attention to the top of my breasts. Which have filled out a lot more these past few years along with my hips and ass. I slide on the bottoms and look in the mirror. Gianna was so right. It's sexy as hell and definitely highlights my curves and features. The strings for the top wrap around my torso and cross around to the back where I tie it off. I turn around. Definitely more ass than I am used to showing. I mean it's not a thong, but it definitely doesn't leave much to the imagination. I shrug.
Oh well, I fucking hope they look, and I hope word gets back to him. I grab my glasses to head down to the beach a couple of blocks away. The guards share a look of uncertainty at my choice of outfit as I brush past them, ignoring them as I exit the house. Not caring to wait for them to get permission and approval from my father. They must have decided not to waste time looking for him as they hurry to follow behind me a few feet.
Walking the short distance I can't help but notice the attention the bikini is already getting me. I feel a mix of embarrassment in contrast with confidence at the same time as I push forward to my destination.
Getting to the beach and walking across the hot sand I head over to a lounge chair. I sprawl out, trying to relax while soaking up the sun. Letting my skin feel the rays of heat beating down on me, absorbing into my flesh.
