Nookie's POV
I wasn't sure what to do. I kept wandering the streets trying to think when I walked straight into someone. When I looked up it was Randy. "Oh, fuck!" I backed away from him. I needed to get away. "What...what are you..." I couldn't finish my sentence. I was beyond belief.
"Oh come on, Nookie. Just talk to me." I kept shaking my head unable to form words. "What's wrong?" He asked looking into my eyes and seeing the reluctance and hurt there.
"I-I can't..." I backed away from him more before he pulled me to him. "Get your hands off me!" I got my voice back at that moment. I jerked away from him.
"Calm down, Nook. I just want to talk.” He looks so ravishing. I wanted to just take him up to my apartment and have my way with him, like always. But I couldn’t put myself through that, not again.
Randy’s POV
“Go away, Randy. I told you on the phone I didn’t want anything to do with you, now go back to your whore.” I stood there with hurt in my eyes at the pain in hers knowing I caused it. I’m such a fool.
I sighed, “I’m sorry, Nookie. I really am. Just give me a chance to explain things.” She shook her head. “Not a chance in hell that’s gonna happen, Randy. I gave you a chance with me and you fucked it up when you screwed that bitch!” She yelled at me. I glanced around seeing all the faces of strangers looking at us but I didn’t care. I wanted my Nookie.
“Come on, baby. Please.” I reached for her but she stepped back out of my reach. “Quit begging, Randy. You sound like a fucking wuss. Now, goodbye. Do NOT contact me again.” She turned and walked off. I couldn’t believe she wouldn’t at least talk to me. I slowly turned away and went back to my hotel room to revise my thoughts on how to get her to talk to
Nookie’s POV
I took off trying to forget about Randy and hoping that he would just leave town. Leave me alone. But knowing his persistent ass he would keep on and on with it. I need to talk to Zoey again but I don’t think I can right now, not after how I acted a few days ago.
I turned the corner and ran up the stairs of my aparment building, throwing the door open to my apartment then grabbing a beer from the fridge and downing it quickly before laying across my bed and crying myself to sleep.
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