Billionaire's Best Friend

IX. Hating Men and Hating Life

Nina’s POV:

It’s been two weeks after the cancellation of my engagement with Kevin. The door bursts open, and a small brown-eyed girl steps inside. “Get up and stop wallowing in sorrow!”

I groaned, throwing the blanket over my head and cried. “I hate life.” Some people may call me dramatic, but I don’t care. I’m broken-hearted, I deserve to wallow in sorrow.

Alice and Neilson had been staying in the hotel room next door for the past few days when they found out about my break up. The three of us grew up together in the same neighborhood.

Neilson told me if I want, he can make Kevin get into an accident while Alice proposes to do the beat up by herself, which can land her a night in jail, again.

A few years ago, Alice got into a bar fight with some policemen. Let’s say when a little drunk girl who happened to be angry at her boyfriend, gets her hand on a gun - things do not turn out well.

She threw the blanket off of me and jumped on top of my body. “You know what you need?”

“I need Kevin,” I muffled into my pillow, wallowing in more self-pity.

“No! You need a night out! Away from this room! Your ass has been laying on the bed so much, it’s tattooing itself!”

“I don’t want to do anything. Let me lay here and rot away,” I mumble, as she attempts to pull the blanket off of me.

Alice grabbed my leg and dragged me out of bed causing my head to hit the nightstand before smacking my nose into the floor. “Ow,” I said in a monotone voice, planting my face into the nice soft carpet.

“Meh, you’re still alive. You will be fine.” She waved off my pain. “Muffin! Matt!” she screamed. I can hear some footsteps coming towards us.

“What?” Neilson asked. My head lifted to see Neilson running his fingers through his dark hair, raising a brow. My eyes roamed over to see Matt who was crossing his arms, flexing his muscles through his white shirt.

“Get ready, we are going clubbing,” she declared while dragging my body towards her hotel room by the ankle. I clawed my nails on the carpet, but she kept on going, causing carpet burns on my flesh.

Passing by Matt, I held his ankle. “Don’t let her take me,” I whisper. He gave me a weak smile as Alice pry my hands off of him.

She continues dragging me out. “I hate men,” I yelled.

“I hate men and you,” I hissed out, while she drags me into the club room. The five-inch heels were already bruising my feet as my dark blue dress kept tugging up.

Alice was wearing a short black dress along with Neilson’s sweater where he forbade her to leave the hotel without it. They fought for nearly two hours and she caved.

Neilson and Matt were wearing their usual classy looking clothes of a white button-up shirt and black jeans.

The music was loud, and the lights were blinding me. A man walked towards us. “This way please,” he said, showing us towards a private table in the corner of the clubroom. We sat down, and I slammed my head on the table. Peeking to the side, Justin and Cecelia came up to us.

“Still wallowing in sorrow?” Justin shouted. I flipped him the bird, throwing my head on Matt’s shoulder who wrapped his arms around me, patting my back.

I don’t know how long I was laying on Matt’s shoulder, but when I looked up, everyone was gone. “They left me,” I cried out, throwing myself on the table again.

“In their defense, they did try to talk to you for over an hour, but you ignore them,” Matt said.

I turned my head towards him. “I’m sad.” I pouted while he patted my head.

I jolted up and grabbed a shot, drinking it while and slammed it on the table. Taking another one, I did the same exact thing. I grabbed the third one only to be stopped by a hand. “That’s enough Nina.”

“No, it’s not enough Matt! I can still feel the pain.” I started crying into his arms.

“Hey, it will be okay, Short Stack,” he whispered.

I sat on Matt’s lap and bawled at the club. Strangers passed by us, staring, but Matt didn’t push me off. Instead, he continues comforting me, wiping off my tears. I saw Alice in the corner of my eyes, and I threw myself onto her.

After some time of ugly crying, my eyes ran out of water. I sat there with Alice, taking shots after shots. Matt and Neilson tried to stop us, but we just continued so instead, they sat on the outside of the booth, making sure we can’t escape.

“Men are stupid! Dumbasses!” I yelled.

“I agree! Stupid,” Alice yelled into Neilson’s face, spitting in the process.

“Stupid,” I shouted into Matt’s ear. He looked at me as if I’m a crazy woman.

We clanked the glass together and took another shot.

“Maybe you two should lay off the alcohol,” Matt bravely suggested.

I glanced at him and smiled, flipping my hair, assuming I look very sexy doing it. “There is nothing wrong with loving alcohol. It makes people feel good,” I slurred.

Alice started hiccuping. “Did you know that the active ingredient in alcohol is made by yeast? A microscopic single-celled organism that eats sugar and excretes carbon dioxide and ethanol, the only potable alcohol which is a form of fermentation,” she said, pointing a finger in the air swaying back and forth.

I nodded, “Ethanol makes us feel good since it helps us release serotonin, dopamine, and endorphins in the brain, chemicals that make us happy and less anxious,” I said, stumbling back into Matt’s arm.

Alice took another shot and sniffed. “In history, our primates ancestor that climbed on trees like consuming ethanol in rotting fruit because it has a strong, distinctive smell making it easy to locate, easy to digest allowing animals to get more of the commodity, and it was its antiseptic quality repel microbes.”

We gave each other high fives, but missed, then pretended we never did that. I leaned against Matt. “Our ape ancestor started eating fermented fruits on the forest floor, and that made all the differences.”

Matt lifted a brow at me. “So?”

I giggled, “So, it means we are preadapted for consuming alcohol silly.” I tapped his nose, then pinched it.

I ran my hands all over his face. “You’re so handsome,” I grumble, causing a chuckle to leave his throat. I lower my hands, feeling his body. “Such a nice body too.” He bit his lips, not stopping me. Matt is such a good friend, letting me do whatever I want so I can feel better.

I was about to slip my hands under his shirt until Alice climbed over me and wiggled a finger in front of Matt. “Don’t go against nature,” she included, bouncing back to her seat.

Matt glanced at Neilson. “This means they are completely wasted.”

Matt sat there and nodded while I grinned at him. “Let’s dance.”

“Yes! Lets!” Alice shouted into Neilson’s ear climbing over his lap.

“Angel, I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he hissed, grabbing her waist.

“Muffin, you decide, dance with me or I dance with someone else!” she declared throwing out a hand.

He releases a sigh and takes it, leading a drunk Alice to the dance floor. I watched him protectively wrap his arms around her, preventing others from coming any closer as she rubbed her body all over him like a jellyfish.

I glanced back at Matt. “I want to dance too,” I slurred. He shook his head in disapproval. “Why not?” I whined, climbing onto his lap, portraying my dissatisfaction with a few bounces.

I watch him as the club light glistens against his sharp features, icy blues staring at me with this unexplainable look. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me in closer, hot alcoholic breath hitting my face.

He licks his lips, ending the seduction with a light bite. Smoothly, he places a hand on my lower back, sliding it down as I arched my back. Matt tilted his head, nose hitting mine as he gripped on the back of my dress.