What happened in Vegas: Didn't Stay In Vegas! (4 page)

Nick greeted
the caller and then listened to the other end. His eyes grew large
as he looked at me,
“
Come on
up.
”

He hung up the
phone,
“
You
’
ll never guess
who.
”

“Who,
Who?
”
My voice was ingrained with impatience.

“Chase is
here.
”

“No
way!
”
I got up from the couch and started running quietly to
my room. Nick had to be kidding but if he wasn
’
t, I
wasn
’
t going to take my chances.

Nick stood from
the couch,
“
What are you
doing?
”

“Hiding; he
can
’
t see me looking like this. I don
’
t even know
what I would say to him!
”

I found a comfortable hiding spot when I
heard the knock.

Nick opened the
door and greeted Chase,
“
Good to see you
again, and to what do I owe the honor? Please, come
in.
”

“Thanks, I was
hoping I could have a minute with Chanel? She does live here,
doesn
’
t she?
”

“She
does,
”
he confirmed.
“
Coco is a little
indisposed right now.
”
He used my damned
nickname.

Then Chase
obviously catching on to the term of endearment had to pry,
“
I
’
m sorry, did I catch both of you at a bad
time?
”
The insinuation was evident, and Nick of course
confirmed it,
“
You did, but
that
’
s okay, I can have her call you in the morning if
you
’
d like?
”
What kind of game was Nick playing
at?

“That would be
fine. I
’
m sorry to disturb you, I
’
ll see myself
out.
”
The door opened and Chase left.

I waited for a
minute before I came out,
“
What was
that?
”

Nick rolled his
eyes,
“
What was what?
”

I mimicked Nick
perfectly,
“
Coco is a little
indisposed right now.
”

“I
don
’
t like the way he just showed up, I wanted to give him
something to chew on.
”
Nick took another bite of his
sandwich. I suddenly lost my appetite.
“
Whatever he had
to say to you could have waited until he saw you at
work.
”

“You
shouldn
’
t have done that Nick.
”

“Sorry, he just
pissed me off.
”

“So what do I
do?
”

“Ask Aria if
you can get out of your lease, it
’
s easier than finding
a new job.
”

“What if I
can
’
t?
”

“Then
you
’
ll have to learn to live with this new situation, at
home and at work.
”

~7~

I
joined Nick on the couch when the coast was clear but I was still
pissed at the way he handled Chase.

In
Nick
’
s eyes, my code grey had been temporarily averted and
now it was time to take care of his Code Purple. His code purples
were increasing exponentially. He placed his arm around me on the
sofa and he had this enamored look in his eyes he swore no girl
could resist. I told him, I wasn
’
t one of them but he
refused to believe me.

He started
moving my hair over to one side as he began to kiss my neck. I
tilted my head increasing his access, while I picked his phone up
and started dialling Aria
’
s number. She
answered on the second ring,
“
Hello?
”

“Aria?
It
’
s Chanel. I just ran into a problem and was wondering
if I could run a question by you.
”

“Sure Chanel,
what is it?
”

“Any
possibility of backing out of the lease and finding a new
place
”

“Sorry Chanel,
you already signed. Is there a problem?
”

I
didn
’
t want her to start asking questions while Nick was
getting
‘
heated
’
so I just cut it
short,
“
It
’
s nothing,
I
’
ll tell you the next time I see
you.
”

We hung up with
each other and I turned my attention back to Nick,
“
I
’
m shit out of luck,
”
Nick. His soft lips
covered mine and his warm tongue found its way into my mouth. I
submitted to his skilled advances and kissed him back.

He eagerly
removed my pyjama top lifting it over my head and then he took my
breast into his mouth and began sucking it savagely. His licking
mimicked an animal
’
s victory kill,
lapping up its prey,
“
I
’
m sorry to
hear that,
”
he said in a breathy tone as he took
the other breast into his mouth. If he didn
’
t have my
attention before, he sure as hell had it now.

“Do you want me
to blow you tonight?
”
I asked, figuring out his
pleasure.

“No,
”
he said huskily.
“
I just want
to take you raw. I
’
m going to make that
pussy of yours bleed.
”
He ripped my underwear off and
without another second to spare he penetrated me forcefully,
fucking me selfishly. Only his pleasure mattered right now. Sex on
demand was sweet, with Nick.

His punishing
thrusts lasted until I could barely take more and then he ordered
me to,
“
Come.
”

I came around him and then he pulled out
marking me like an animal spraying his territory, coming all over
my abdomen.

“You
can
’
t fuck a girlfriend like that!
”
Nick said
appreciatively as he kissed me one more time before I headed back
to my shower.

“Next time use
a condom, Dickwad
”
I ordered from the
bathroom.

~8~

Aria

Chanel called this morning sounding
desperate about wanting to meet up with me at a coffee shop near
her old apartment. Human curiosity got the better of me and I raced
over to meet her.

The morning
wasn
’
t as cold as it had been in the previous days. The
snow was beginning to get slushy and the clouds were more grey than
white. When I got to the coffee shop, Chanel was already there. It
was a cozy coffee shop with dim lighting and puffy leather seats.
There were computers you could rent to surf the web, it was more
like an internet cafe. I was dressed to the nines as I always did
for work and Chanel was dressed as though she had just rolled out
of bed wearing a man
’
s black tracksuit.
She obviously took little pride in her appearance when she
wasn
’
t on duty at the hospital. I
’
m sure she was a
hard worker and she probably felt that it didn
’
t matter
what she wore in her off time. Who was I to judge
anyway?

Chanel stood from her chair and gave me a
big hug. If my sniffer was working correctly, she smelt like Old
Spice Deodorant for Men. It was sort of hard to tell because what I
was wearing overpowered what she was wearing. I offered to buy her
a coffee but she politely refused, so I excused myself to order a
coffee before sitting down with her.

I was placing
my coffee on the cute little walnut colored veneer table, when she
immediately asked about the lease.
“
Aria, there is
definitely no way of getting out of the lease?
”

Chanel took a
sip of her coffee and pulled her chair in closer to the table. Her
tone of voice dropped as she tried to explain,
“
I just
found out that he is the CEO of the hospital. It
’
s hardly
appropriate for him to be my landlord too.
”

“I reviewed the
lease last night, and your only chance is if you find a new tenant.
Chanel
’
s eyes went dark with frustration.

“I have one
idea, and if this doesn
’
t work, then I will
have to live with it.
”

“What
’
s
that?
”

Chanel pulled her phone out and texted Nick.
She turned the screen in my direction to allow me to see her
text:

Channel: Nick,
do you want to live in the new loft for one year and
I
’
ll take your condo?

Chanel
’
s thinking was
brilliant, if he agreed I would have two gorgeous men in the
building.

We heard a chirp and Chanel held the phone
so we could read his response at the same time. Nick texted her
back:

Nick: Suck my
dick for a year and I
’
ll think about it!
NO!

Chanel rolled
her eyes out of embarrassment over Nick
’
s hilarious
comment. I snatched her phone,
“
Allow
me.
”
I typed into her phone:

Chanel: This is
from Aria, (from the Paddock) I
’
ll suck your dick for
a year and you don
’
t even have to
move.

I hit send.

When Chanel read what I wrote she started
laughing. Nothing shocked her. I knew we were going to be great
neighbors. That was the last time; Chanel ever entertained the idea
of leaving her new loft.

~9~

Chanel

Today I was orienting with Dr. Bradley Hart.
He was only 39 when he was appointed Chief of Cardiology. Evidently
his work is exceptional for him to be appointed such a prestigious
position at such a young age. He also was an Interventionist which
meant he was trained to do special high risk procedures such as
angioplasties and valvuloplasties.

Training with
him was a privilege, so I was sure to arrive on the Cardiac floor
before he did; I wanted to make a good first impression. I
struggled this morning with my hair until I was forced to resort to
a bun. I used my Oscar body spray, and put on a very light layer of
makeup on my face so I didn
’
t look pale under the
florescent light bulbs that the hospital used. Finally, I dressed
business casual with one inch heels and the piece de resistance: my
white Jacket and burgundy stethoscope.

The nursing station at quarter to eight in
the morning was buzzing. The night nurses were finishing their
shift and giving report to the day nurses. Charge nurses,
physiotherapists, occupational therapists, and personal support
workers, were planning out their day, while other departments were
calling, asking for patients to be sent down in wheelchairs and
stretchers for tests such as x-rays, and echo cardiograms.

I thought I
spotted Bradley right away because he was the only other person
wearing a white jacket in the station. Never having seen him
before, I caught the eye of a young nurse and then glanced at the
doctor mouthing,
“
Is that Dr.
Hart?
”
She nodded yes and then I approached him cautiously
making sure I wasn
’
t interrupting
him.

After a few
seconds I was able to snag his attention. He looked up at me and I
was floored at what I saw. This couldn
’
t be
happening,
“
Chase?
”

He looked at me
smiling like it happened every day,
“
You must have met my
brother. We look a lot alike. I am Dr. Bradley Hart, and you
are?
”