Page 26 of The Surfer

And, most of all, I don’t want this stupid American girl in my life, especially not with that typical American sass she displayed as I left the house to come to Tide. She’s the last thing I want or need.

She thinks she can boss me about. Well, no, sweetheart. Not me.

I need to get that stupid American girl out of my head.

I look up at Tide. The familiar neon lights beckon me inside. I’m more at home amongst this crowd of party people than back in Sandy’s home, this will be the place where I’ll forget about that geeky American girl and all the problems she brought along into my life.

Can’t she see I don’t need anyone’s help? I’m more than happy to fuck up my own life as I wished, thank you very much.

I don’t need my Dad. I don’t need my sister. And I definitely don’t need some Yank ruining the life I have going for me.

I can live out the life of a loser as I see fit.

I step up to the long line in front of Tide, the bouncer on the door waving me through the main door immediately, recognizing me.

“Thanks, Jim,” I say, patting the nodding bouncer on the shoulder. The bouncers don’t even take a second glance at me, or even care that I’m basically wearing nothing. I’m a fixture at Tide, everyone who works here at the very least knows me, or even owes me something. Money, a favor. Something. With all the favors I’ve gathered here, I’m like a god in the nightclub and it’s my domain. I can do whatever, or whoever, I want within these four walls.

I’m king of the world, baby. This world.

The music of the club hits me before I even step inside. A loud throbbing beat, typical of this place. Once inside the darkness of Tide I head straight for my usual spot, the VIP booth. It’s my regular spot, always reserved for me. There’s no one in this town more VIP than a Finn.

Everyone who spots me stops in their tracks and stare as I pass. They all know who I am, what my reputation is, my family’s reputation. My family’s money. I have a bad-boy reputation of being the richest guy in town and also the town’s greatest failure. What a double whammy of accomplishments. Everyone knows what happened a year ago at the Oceania Surf Competition. Everyone knows who I am.

And I don’t give a fuck.

There’s a lot of rumors going around town about me. New Water’s billionaire playboy failure.

And most of those rumors are true.

And I really, really don’t care.

I pass by the dancefloor where people are rubbing up against each other, reveling in the music. Alcohol and drugs ran rampant here. This is my scene. My domain.

My kingdom.

“Hey,” someone grabs my wrist and holds on tight, whispering in my ear. Their breath is hot against my skin as I turn around to face them. It’s a babe, a fucking gorgeous babe. She has great tits and a fuckable mouth and I’m instantly turned on. My cock twitches excitedly in my pants at the sight of her. She’s very skimpily clad, just the way I like them. “Hey, are you who I think you are?” she asks, still whispering hotly in my ear. My skin tingles with her being so close to me.

Oh, yes, she’s very fuckable.

I smile at her. I know girls go wild for my smile, it’s a weapon I deploy freely to much effect. “Depends on who you think I am.”

“Let me guess,” she bites her plump lips. Fuck, she’s making me go wild. “Does your name start with C and end with E?”

I’m so fucking hard right now.

“You’re right there, baby.” I grab her around the waist and seductively pull her in towards me as she smiles at me, blushing. She wants me, I recognize that crazy feminine look of desire in her eyes anytime. I have her under my spell now. I feel her massive tits against my muscular chest.

This chick’s definitely going to help me forget my problems, especially that American girl.

Screw Sandy and screw that American girl, tonight’s gonna be a good night.