CHAPTER 3: NICK
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CHAPTER 3: NICK
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“Hey, Nick. Why don’t you come down into the Club and I’ll buy you a drink?” Terry stood, taking his empty glass to the bar. “And anything else you want.”
“No.” Nick stared at his drink. He’d had too many and not enough. It was two in the morning. Where the hell was she?
“Terry’s right.” Mattie finished his beer. “Let’s go have some fun.”
“f**k off. She’s coming.”
“Yeah, with some other guy,” mumbled Terry.
“You mother...” Nick flew across the room but Patrick and Ethan stepped in his path. “I’m going to beat the s**t out of you.”
“Man can’t take a joke.” Terry smirked. “I guess blueballs will do that to a guy.”
“Go downstairs, Terry,” said Ethan.
“If you change your mind, Nick, come find me.” Terry stopped at the door. “You did your time. You can tell this Sarah, if she shows up, that you were celibate for four months. It’ll be the truth.”
“Go f**k yourself.” He pulled away from Ethan and Patrick and sat on the couch. “She’ll show up. She probably mailed the letter.”
“That’s right.” Patrick filled Nick’s glass. “If she mailed it today, Ethan won’t get it for a couple of days.”
Nick tossed back a gulp of his drink and stood. “I’m going home.”
“Good idea. I’ll drive.” Patrick took his keys.
He followed his friend out of the Club. If he didn’t leave now, he’d f**k someone. He was hard and ready and he needed a woman but he’d waited too long for Sarah to blow it now. Oh, she was going to pay for these extra days of celibacy.
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