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Chapter 1:- 1
“Lauren, I don’t feel like it tonight,” I whined to my best friend, while I put together a salad.
“Please Jill? It’s one night, and let me remind you: my birthday. If you don’t go out tonight I’ll never forgive you.” She pleaded, giving me puppy dog eyes.
I couldn’t say no, it wasn’t right, but going to clubs were not my thing. We sat down in the cafeteria and ate our lunch quietly. Lauren kept giving me those damn eyes. When I was done eating, I slammed my fork down. “Fine,” I mumbled as I got up and walked to my desk on the fourth floor.
I was a new comer to the Nashville Daily, here for just a couple of months. I had worked hard to get the position I’m in today. I’ve always been a good girl, maybe even too good. I was sweet, polite, and I didn’t take chances, I played the game of life safe. I majored in journalism, but was always scared of failing and I never took risks, I definitively wasn’t the adventurous and fearless journalist people liked to hire, but I was good and efficient. I played it safe and survived university that way. I had skipped out on every birthday Lauren has had since I’ve been her friend, making millions of excuses to get out of it. Well, I had no excuse this year and at 22, I had to suck it up and go.
I continued my usual Friday routine. I worked on my daily sports feature till five o’clock, and I handing it in, on time, as usual. The men in my department said goodbye to me like every other day. Then out of the blue, a co-worker, Julian Case, came up to see me as I was putting a few notebooks in my bag. He leaned against the desk and gave me a smile. He made me nervous; he was a handsome guy, tall, blue eyes, dark brown hair, a defined jaw line and an athletic body. In the back of my mind, I thought of him in 20 years, becoming a fat football reporter, I shuddered.
“What’s up, Julian?” I spoke first, I had to get going.
“I was just wondering if you’d like a grab something to eat?” He asked, nonchalantly.
“Sorry, I’m busy tonight, maybe another time?” I tried to play it cool but I couldn’t help blushing. He agreed to reschedule and I made my way out of the office.
I rummaged through my closet and found a cute, dark purple baby doll dress and a pair of black three inch heels. That would have to do for dressing up. I hopped in the shower and soaked up the heat trying to relax my nerves, but going out of my routine scared the shit out of me. I curled my long blonde hair, and finally got dressed. Before I knew it, it was ten o’clock and I promised I’d meet Lauren at her house. I took a deep breath and headed to my first girls night out.
“Jillian, you look gorgeous!” Lauren screamed as she opened the door to her condo. I had put on some subtle make-up and I had to agree, I did look pretty smoking.
I was shaking in my heels when I walked into the club, a ball of nerves, but Lauren grabbed me a drink and after the third, I was dancing with my friends and actually enjoying myself. I lost track of time, and when I looked up, I saw him: Sergei Kostinen. His just above shoulder length brown hair, messy, but perfect. He had dark brown eyes that you get lost in when you catch a glance. His tall stature, his perfectly muscled body made him look commanding. He was one of Nashville’s hottest professional hockey players, and not only physically. I nudged Lauren and she squealed.
“You have to go talk to him!” She yelled over the music.
I had another drink and finally mustard up the courage to dance with him. I should have turned away, it was unprofessional of me. But my mind was foggy and I couldn’t believe he was actually in front of me, outside my workspace. He was terribly nice to me, complementing me and before I knew it, we were in a taxi going back to his place. I was amazed with his bachelor pad. I picked up every trophy he had on display and looked at all his autographed gear and jerseys hung up on the walls.
“This is incredible...” I kept saying, realizing that when I’ve had too much to drink, I can’t really control my speech.
He was leaning against the door frame, his hand in his jeans pocket. He had a grin on his face; he knew he was good, he knew that I couldn’t resist him. I walked up towards him, and poked his stomach. “Ow!” I exaggerated; I didn’t know where all this confidence was coming from. He laughed and leaned in to kiss me.
It was the most electrifying moment of my existence. His lips were smooth, warm and comforting; his big hands were firm against the small of my back as they moved me towards his body. I was in heaven, and I couldn’t say no. At that moment I let all my morals fly out of the window. It felt so right to sleep with him.
I woke up with the worst headache of my life. I groaned and turned on my side to look at my alarm clock. As I opened my eyes, I noticed the spacious room I was in. The sheets were softer than mine, the bed way bigger. Wait, this isn’t my tiny two room apartment, I thought, practically jumping out of bed. I waited to hear if anyone else was home, but when I heard nothing, I gathered my clothes as fast as possible and bolted from the house.
I couldn’t believe I just did the walk of shame back to my apartment. It was probably the most embarrassing event in my life. And to make matters worse, Lauren was waiting for me when I unlocked my door, scaring me to death. She had a large grin from ear to ear.
“Nothing happened; you can go back to your house now.” I said, reaching for the Advil.
“You left with the most eligible bachelor in Nashville, something happened.” She persisted.
“No. Nothing, we slept. I looked at his collections, it was nice.” I said. I couldn’t admit to her that I just had a one night stand. I was not that type of person and I didn’t want to tarnish my reputation, something I cherished my whole life. I was known to be the perfect girl next door and I intended to keep it that way, no matter how much I enjoyed the previous night.
“Fine, whatever happened, Jill, I’ll find out.” She said, getting up and walking out.
As the door closed, I couldn’t walk to my bed fast enough.
“Lauren, I don’t feel like it tonight,” I whined to my best friend, while I put together a salad.
“Please Jill? It’s one night, and let me remind you: my birthday. If you don’t go out tonight I’ll never forgive you.” She pleaded, giving me puppy dog eyes.
I couldn’t say no, it wasn’t right, but going to clubs were not my thing. We sat down in the cafeteria and ate our lunch quietly. Lauren kept giving me those damn eyes. When I was done eating, I slammed my fork down. “Fine,” I mumbled as I got up and walked to my desk on the fourth floor.
I was a new comer to the Nashville Daily, here for just a couple of months. I had worked hard to get the position I’m in today. I’ve always been a good girl, maybe even too good. I was sweet, polite, and I didn’t take chances, I played the game of life safe. I majored in journalism, but was always scared of failing and I never took risks, I definitively wasn’t the adventurous and fearless journalist people liked to hire, but I was good and efficient. I played it safe and survived university that way. I had skipped out on every birthday Lauren has had since I’ve been her friend, making millions of excuses to get out of it. Well, I had no excuse this year and at 22, I had to suck it up and go.
I continued my usual Friday routine. I worked on my daily sports feature till five o’clock, and I handing it in, on time, as usual. The men in my department said goodbye to me like every other day. Then out of the blue, a co-worker, Julian Case, came up to see me as I was putting a few notebooks in my bag. He leaned against the desk and gave me a smile. He made me nervous; he was a handsome guy, tall, blue eyes, dark brown hair, a defined jaw line and an athletic body. In the back of my mind, I thought of him in 20 years, becoming a fat football reporter, I shuddered.
“What’s up, Julian?” I spoke first, I had to get going.
“I was just wondering if you’d like a grab something to eat?” He asked, nonchalantly.
“Sorry, I’m busy tonight, maybe another time?” I tried to play it cool but I couldn’t help blushing. He agreed to reschedule and I made my way out of the office.
I rummaged through my closet and found a cute, dark purple baby doll dress and a pair of black three inch heels. That would have to do for dressing up. I hopped in the shower and soaked up the heat trying to relax my nerves, but going out of my routine scared the shit out of me. I curled my long blonde hair, and finally got dressed. Before I knew it, it was ten o’clock and I promised I’d meet Lauren at her house. I took a deep breath and headed to my first girls night out.
“Jillian, you look gorgeous!” Lauren screamed as she opened the door to her condo. I had put on some subtle make-up and I had to agree, I did look pretty smoking.
I was shaking in my heels when I walked into the club, a ball of nerves, but Lauren grabbed me a drink and after the third, I was dancing with my friends and actually enjoying myself. I lost track of time, and when I looked up, I saw him: Sergei Kostinen. His just above shoulder length brown hair, messy, but perfect. He had dark brown eyes that you get lost in when you catch a glance. His tall stature, his perfectly muscled body made him look commanding. He was one of Nashville’s hottest professional hockey players, and not only physically. I nudged Lauren and she squealed.
“You have to go talk to him!” She yelled over the music.
I had another drink and finally mustard up the courage to dance with him. I should have turned away, it was unprofessional of me. But my mind was foggy and I couldn’t believe he was actually in front of me, outside my workspace. He was terribly nice to me, complementing me and before I knew it, we were in a taxi going back to his place. I was amazed with his bachelor pad. I picked up every trophy he had on display and looked at all his autographed gear and jerseys hung up on the walls.
“This is incredible...” I kept saying, realizing that when I’ve had too much to drink, I can’t really control my speech.
He was leaning against the door frame, his hand in his jeans pocket. He had a grin on his face; he knew he was good, he knew that I couldn’t resist him. I walked up towards him, and poked his stomach. “Ow!” I exaggerated; I didn’t know where all this confidence was coming from. He laughed and leaned in to kiss me.
It was the most electrifying moment of my existence. His lips were smooth, warm and comforting; his big hands were firm against the small of my back as they moved me towards his body. I was in heaven, and I couldn’t say no. At that moment I let all my morals fly out of the window. It felt so right to sleep with him.
I woke up with the worst headache of my life. I groaned and turned on my side to look at my alarm clock. As I opened my eyes, I noticed the spacious room I was in. The sheets were softer than mine, the bed way bigger. Wait, this isn’t my tiny two room apartment, I thought, practically jumping out of bed. I waited to hear if anyone else was home, but when I heard nothing, I gathered my clothes as fast as possible and bolted from the house.
I couldn’t believe I just did the walk of shame back to my apartment. It was probably the most embarrassing event in my life. And to make matters worse, Lauren was waiting for me when I unlocked my door, scaring me to death. She had a large grin from ear to ear.
“Nothing happened; you can go back to your house now.” I said, reaching for the Advil.
“You left with the most eligible bachelor in Nashville, something happened.” She persisted.
“No. Nothing, we slept. I looked at his collections, it was nice.” I said. I couldn’t admit to her that I just had a one night stand. I was not that type of person and I didn’t want to tarnish my reputation, something I cherished my whole life. I was known to be the perfect girl next door and I intended to keep it that way, no matter how much I enjoyed the previous night.
“Fine, whatever happened, Jill, I’ll find out.” She said, getting up and walking out.
As the door closed, I couldn’t walk to my bed fast enough.
