Bad Guys Night fantasies. A boring evening can be an unpredictable game for you

“I doubt that you have at least something stupid.”

The girl nods with satisfaction, turns and goes after the coffee pot. What remains for me not to follow her is to stare at the beautiful blonde sitting in front of me. Looking at Marissa, I always saw an elegant, stately, luxurious woman in front of me. But this morning I discover that I want her to be a cute, disheveled, fiery brunette.

Damn it! This is bad!

Chapter 5

– Oh my God! It can’t be! Are you serious? Mutters Sean, chewing on the wedding cake.

The crumbs fly out of her mouth, and that makes me laugh. Going with Sean to try wedding cakes is great fun, it’s better only my role at the bachelorette party.

“I wish it was a joke, but no.” It was terrible! “I feel my face flush with shame at the mere mention of the story of Nick.”

“It’s good that it was a brother, and not the one with whom you frankly flirted.”

I slap Sean’s hand:

– I did not flirt with him frankly!

“No, but I did.”

“Of course I …”

“Don’t even try to lie to me, stupid girl.” I know you too well. He has everything a bad guy should have. I wonder how it was you who didn’t grab your legs around him, didn’t bite your lips at him and did not turn your whole body around him right there and then.

“God, Sean, you’re talking about me like a whore.”

– About the whore? True? – She looks at me skeptically.

We both sneak with a laugh. Seeing red fondant from the cake on Sean’s teeth, I start to laugh out loud.

– Shut up. It’s a bad word, “I explain, imitating my mother.

She was a model of stiff integrity. The words “whore” and “slut” had no place in her vocabulary. But the words “divorced” and “abandoned” place was found.

“Don’t even hint at her.” Crazy! – says Sean.

– You know, it’s really scary. You’re talking now, and your teeth are as if you just ate someone’s liver. – Food coloring looks like fresh blood.

– I ate. It was delicious. With chianti and horse beans, “she says in the voice of Hannibal Lecter and makes a strange sound, sucking in the air.

We both laugh, the fashionably dressed saleswoman frowns at us disapprovingly.

“You better shut up.” I’m sure that being thrown out of the wedding cake shop a month before the wedding is unfortunately.

Sean meekly smiles at the saleswoman and tells me, barely moving her lips:

– If you had a piece of coal, we would bend it, put it in her ass and in a couple of days would get a huge diamond out of there.

“You know what, Sean, I’m sure that it takes much more time for coal to turn into a diamond than a couple of days.”

– Not in that ass.

Throwing a sidelong glance at the strict lady, I change my mind:

“Maybe you’re right.”

– That’s what, while all this sweet and brain-friendly food is circulating in our blood, let’s make a plan for you to take Nick away from Dora. I think it will be the best wedding present – to see how the face of this smug whore changes.

– What? Are you crazy? I’m not going to take anyone away from anyone.

– And why? This guy is the one you always wanted.

“I know,” I say with a sigh.

And Nick knows. He is incredibly beautiful, charming, probably smart, successful, reliable, firmly on his feet – all this my mother has driven into my head since childhood, convinced that my father is deprived of such qualities. And most important: Nick is not a bad guy. I can disagree with my mother in many ways, but I know for sure: with regard to men whom I should lay eyes on, she is right. I found evidence of her innocence over and over again. Maybe someone like Nick can help the facts get to my avid heart. Until now, it seemed like falling in love with bad guys is my destiny.

“And what, what’s the problem?” Go and get it.

– It is not that simple. If only because I myself am not like that.

Sean drops the plug and looks at me viciously:

“And what kind of person are you?” Not one who takes what he wants? Who seeks his life? Who does everything to find happiness? Oh no. You’re not like that at all. You are a sufferer. You need life to pass you by, because you no longer want to take risks.

– The desire to get an education to help my father does not make me suffer.

– No, but deleting everything else from life in order to return to Paris does.

– In his life there was already a woman who left him. I do not want to be second. – The sharpness in the voice cannot be hidden.

Sean pisses me off.

– Living your life does not mean abandoning someone.

“That’s exactly what she said.”

There is nothing to answer Sean.

* * *

Taking a basic accounting course in the first two years of college was a real feat. But still, despite the light schedule, I am very tired today. And there are reasons for this. It’s Friday night. Ahead of the weekend.

He also sucks.

I would like to think: this is just a fear that you will have to go home and work until Monday, but I know the reasons are a little deeper. All this stupid conversation with Sean while we tried the cakes.

“This guy is the one you always wanted.”