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She’ll drop dead.
There will be no more Nicole and her fake smiles and dainty dresses.
I waited for her to wake up so I could ask her again why the hell she ate peaches when she already knew she was allergic to them.
I wanted her to explain if liking something was enough of an excuse to push herself to the brink of death.
However, I didn’t get the chance to ask anything, because she’s a fucking backstabber and got out of the whole situation by blaming it on me.
I’ve never seen Mum as disappointed in me as she was at that moment.
Not that she’s been a model mother all our lives. Her mission has been, for as long as I can remember, a self-pity party, to mourn her youth for being with my cheating bastard of a father.
Anyway, Nicole is now avoiding everyone, walking in the background, almost as if she’s floating on air.
She’s the type who makes her presence known anywhere she goes.
Fucking anywhere.
She’s hot and the worst part is that she knows it.
She dresses for it in her designer clothes and bags and heels.
Not only that, but she flings it all over social media, too. As if she’s a model looking for representation.
Though it’s beneath her. As she says in her snobbish fucking tone.
After all, she’s an aristocrat who only knows how to look down her haughty nose at people. Unlike Astrid, who never embraced that side of her bloodline.
Nicole, however, breathes that life. The prim and proper side of it. The arrogance that comes with it. The extravagance that coats it like honey. And she has the looks that go with it.
She’s a bombshell with legs that go for miles and hair so blonde, it’s more blinding than the sun and just as burning. Her body is slender, with curves that are made for grabbing onto while I fuck her senseless.
I pause, internally shaking my head.
Did I just think about fucking Nicole? What in the bloody hell was that all about?
These ominous bloody thoughts should stay in my subconscious where I can’t even reach them, let alone entertain them.
My attention, though hazy and a bit blurry, returns to the present when Nicole slips into a secluded room on the ground floor. Soon after, Chris throws a quick look around, then follows her in.
So he’s the one she dressed up like a sin waiting to happen for. He’s the one she’s been taking those shots for.
I wish it was like ten years ago and it was about her weird fixation on peaches.
I wish I hadn’t already painted a picture in my head about what’s going on inside.
But I did.
And all I can see in the midst of my now red vision is Chris removing Nicole’s fuck-me dress and heels and pounding into her until she’s biting her lips and screaming.
That’s fucked up. My thoughts. The accuracy of the image. The rage that’s covering my vision.
The fact that I don’t want anyone to see or hear Nicole while she’s in the throes of pleasure.
I should find Astrid and leave. I’m in no mood to party or fuck or anything.
But that’s not what I do.
