by LP Lovell
It feels like I’m being punched in the gut as those deep blue eyes lock with mine. Walk the fuck away, I think to myself. She takes a step toward me, and then freezes, a frown etching into her features. She closes her eyes as if she’s in pain, and then turns away. Lilly puts an arm around her, pulling her away from me, the bastard who told her he didn’t love her. Lilly flashes me an annoyed look over her shoulder.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m marching across the small space. I grab Molly’s arm, pulling her away from Lilly, and walking toward the door. She pulls against me, but I keep a hold on her until we’re outside the club and down the street a little.
“Hugo, what the fuck?” She snaps.
I turn to face her, and push her up against a shop window. I slam my lips over hers, and it feels so fucking right it makes me want to scream, because this is wrong. I’m wrong.
I can’t stop myself though, I need her. Fuck, do I need her. I wind my fingers into her silky hair, and yank her up against my body. She’s slow to react, and I can almost hear her mind trying to process what the fuck I’m doing. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’m just instinct and need. I need her like I need air to breathe.
Eventually, her lips part and a moan slips from her lips. I growl, pressing against the window harder. It’s brutal and unrestrained, because this is what she drives me to. She takes it and demands more, because under that prissy exterior, she’s a fucking animal. A wolf dressed in Prada and Louboutins. I tear my lips from hers and skim them down her neck, inhaling the scent of her like it’s fucking crack cocaine. Her fingers claw at my shirt as her back bows, her body gravitating toward me. I bite down on her neck and she groans my name, her nails clawing across the back of my neck. My cock strains against my jeans, fucking gagging for her. Every part of me craves every part of her.
I tear my mouth away from her, and rest my forehead against hers. Her breathing is ragged as her breath blows across my face. My fingers clench in her hair. I don’t want to let her go, but I can’t keep her, and the rational part of me knows that.
“What are you doing Hugo?” She finally asks.
“I don’t know.” I confess. “I just….” I push away from her and turn my back to her, clasping my hands behind my head. What am I doing? “You fuck me up, sweetness.”
I turn back around to face her. Her eyes are on the floor, and her arms are crossed across her chest. She looks upset.
“You’re drunk.” She whispers. I nod. “God, I’m so fucking stupid.” She mumbles. “I’m just a piece of pussy to you.” She shakes her head.
The fuck? I close the distance between us, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me. “You are not a piece of pussy.” I growl at her. “You’re my best friend.” My voice sounds desperate. I need her to understand, but how can she? How can I expect her to understand something that I don’t understand myself? Shit!
“That didn’t feel very friendly.” She breathes.
“Molly!?” A voice calls her name and her head snaps up.
“That’s Alex. I have to go.” Her eyes drop to the floor and a blush creeps across her cheeks.
“Molly…”
“No, Hugo.” She holds up her hand. “He deserves better from me. I’m done wanting you. I’m done hoping that you will ever do anything but disappoint me. I’m done.” She pushes off the window and walks away from me.
“Congratulations.” I blurt. She stops and glances over her shoulder. “You and Alex. He’s…good for you.”
“You have no idea what is good for me.” She says, before walking back to the front of the club.
She’s right of course, I’m that guy, the one everyone expects to let them down. Hell, no-one even has any expectations of me anymore, and that’s the way I like it. I’ve never given a fuck whether I disappointed anyone before, because I’m Hugo Harrison, and I don’t give a fuck about anything or anyone…except her. I don’t want to be a disappointment to her, but it seems old habits die hard. No matter how much I don’t want to let her down, I will, sooner or later. It’s what I do, and it’s why I need to man the fuck up and let her go. If she were anyone else, I would take her because I want her, consequences be damned. It is her though, and I want more for her.
CHAPTER TWENTY
MOLLY
Fucking arsehole. He’s so bloody selfish. What Hugo wants, Hugo takes. He’s only here because hasn’t found anything better to amuse him for the night. That would be fine. I’d usually just blow it off as typical Hugo, except that now he knows how I feel about him, and yet he still chooses to toy with my heart. Well, fuck him.
“You okay?” Alex asks, his eyes drifting over my shoulder.
I nod. “Yeah, I’m good.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder and guides me back inside the club. I glance down the street and see a lone figure walking away. Why does he have such a hold on me?
I tell Alex I’m going to the loo, and send him back to the table. I don’t go to the loo. I go to the bar and order two tequila shots. The bar is split into three sections, the first two rooms are loud, with dance floors and neon lights. This room is a little quieter. I take a seat on the bar stool. I just need a minute. The barman places the tequila on the bar, and I pay him.
I down it straight, and cough as I down the second one, pressing the back of my hand against my mouth.
“You should never drink cheap tequila.” I turn towards the deep voice, its low timber easily heard over the music. Theo. I know he’s not responsible for the actions of his friend, but I’m hurting and irrational right now, and he just makes me think of Hugo.
“Yeah, well, it’s serving a purpose.” I summon the barman again and order two more.
“You sure you want to go down this road, Molly? It’s not like you.” I laugh. Good old dependable Molly. She can always be trusted to look after everyone, to be the safe one. What about me?
“Pretty fucking sure.”
He takes a seat next to me and calls the barman over, ordering the same as me. “Well, friends don’t let friends drink alone.” He says. “Plus, if Lilly sees you, she’ll be all over it, and then I’ll have to carry her vomiting, staggering arse home, and I won’t get laid.”
I laugh. “Fair enough.”
“So, you and Alex moving in. That’s a big deal.” He starts.
“Yeah.” It is a big deal, and honestly, I’m scared shitless. I’m scared of making a mistake. There’s a long silence, and I glance at him. He’s resting his elbows on the bar, fiddling with the shot glass in front of him. “Just say it already.” I huff.
He looks up at me, tilting his head to the side. “Say what?”
“Hugo.” I growl. “I know you came to say something, so say it.”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“He’s a fucking arse.”
“Yep.” He replies.
The tequila is kicking in now, and I’m not sure if it’s making me more or less inclined to kill Hugo.
“Seriously. He’s all; I will never love you Molly, and then he turns up here and fucking kisses me.” I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Who does that?”
“He’s…struggling.” I narrow my eyes at him and he holds his hands up. “Hey, I’m not defending him. He’s a fucking idiot.”
“It’s fine. I don’t want to talk about it.” I cut him off and order another shot. I don’t want to talk about it, and I don’t want to think about it, but my mind is replaying that kiss over and over on a loop. Hugo has that effect. He kisses me and everything else falls away. I know I can’t have him, hell, I don’t even want him after the way he’s made me feel, but damn, he almost makes me want to be used by him. He just has this ability to make me lose all my inhibitions, both within myself, and sexually. He’s dirty, and dominant, and I love it. No-one else generates that kind of raw, primal need in me. I feel alive when I’m with him, and I guess I’m terrified of never feeling like that again.
Alex is lovely, and I adore him. He’s like a warm fire on a cold night
, but he will never be the wild flame that is Hugo. He’ll also never burn me. There’s always a trade-off.
A couple of hours later, and I stagger through the front door of Alex’s flat. He grabs my arm to steady me as I almost fall flat on my face.
I slump against the wall, and sway as I pull my shoes off. “Oh, that feels so good.” I slur, giggling.
“Uh, what does?” He asks, watching me warily.
“The carpet on my toes. My feet hurt.” I point at my toes, wiggling them.
“Okay. You should probably drink some water. You’ll be dehydrated.” He goes to walk past me, but I grab his shirt, pushing him up against the wall in the hall.
“I know something that might rehydrate me.” I’m drunk, and horny, and feeling really slutty. I yank at his belt buckle roughly, kissing down his neck. His hands grip my waist, and his fingers clench as I graze my teeth across his throat.
“Molly.” His voice is thick and raspy.
I ignore him, slowly lowering myself onto my knees in front of him. I bite my lip, looking up at him as I trace my finger under the elastic of his boxers. He takes a deep breath and steps backward, pulling away from me. I fall forward and land on my hands and knees.
“Where are you going?” I whine like a sulky child.
“To get you water.” He says, heading towards the kitchen.
“I already told you, I don’t want water.” I huff. He’s gone. “Alex!”
He comes back a few seconds later with a glass of water. His jeans are now done up again. “Drink this.” He holds it out to me, and I take a sip.
“You’re no fun.” I pout.
He offers me a small smile. “I won’t take advantage of you when you’re drunk, Molly.”
“It’s not taking advantage.” I argue. “I’m your girlfriend, you’re supposed to take advantage of me.” He shakes his head. Oh my god, he’s seriously going to turn me down! I’m so fucking horny, I’m going to start humping inanimate objects. I totally blame Hugo. Wanker.
He holds his hand out to help me up. I take it, and let him pull me to my feet. “Because I love you, and I would never use you like that.” He cups my cheeks in both hands and leans forward, pressing his lips into my forehead. Never use me like that. Fuck, right now, I want to be used, preferably against every surface in this flat. The nasty little voice in my head whispers at me that Hugo would fuck me right now. That thought is like a bucket of ice cold water.
I step back away from him, and turn around, walking toward the bedroom.
“Molly?” He calls after me.
I go into the bedroom and silently remove my dress, dropping it onto the floor. One of Alex’s shirts is on the back of the chair, and I pull it on, inhaling the smell of his cologne.
“What is wrong with you tonight?” I spin around to see Alex standing in the doorway.
“Nothing.”
“You disappeared outside for a long time.” He says quietly. “I saw Hugo.”
I inhale sharply. “He wanted to congratulate me.”
He nods slowly. “And then after he leaves, you start drinking tequila like it’s an Olympic sport…” He drags a hand through his dark waves as his golden eyes watch me.
I shrug. “Hugo drives me to drink. What can I say?”
“You seemed upset.”
“Well I wasn’t!” I snap. He cocks an eyebrow, but remains silent. “I’m going to bed.”
Later that night, I lay there staring at the ceiling. I should be asleep. If nothing else, the tequila should have knocked me out, and stopped my stupid mind from thinking, but it hasn’t, on either account.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore. I don’t know what I want, and I don’t know who I am. I’m the good friend, the loyal girlfriend, the doting daughter. I’m not this person, the person who deceives her boyfriend whilst pining for another man. The girl who falls in love with her friend. The girl who lays next to her boyfriend, and cries, because she wishes he were someone else. The girl who should break up with her boyfriend, but can’t, because she selfishly loves him too.
I swipe at my tears frantically. I don’t know who this person is, and I don’t like her.
A few days later, and I’m standing in the middle of my bedroom surrounded by packed boxes. I’m excited at the prospect of having a life with Alex, but I can’t help this niggling feeling in my stomach. I keep telling myself that it’s just the change. Nobody likes change, right?
I sit down on my stripped bed and check my phone. No messages. No missed calls. I don’t know what I’m expecting, or quite what I’m waiting for. Maybe an out? Shit, this is all happening so fast. I’m worried that it’s too soon. Maybe I only said yes to moving in with Alex because I was so heartbroken over Hugo. Hugo rejected me, and Alex was there with open arms telling me that he wanted a life with me. Hugo told me he could never commit, and Alex made a commitment right there and then. Am I doing this for the right reasons? Surely if you move in with someone, then you intend to marry them, and have kids. I’m not saying I wouldn’t want that with Alex, but it’s just too soon. I don’t know!
I’m still in the throws of my mental breakdown when there’s a knock on my bedroom door and George pops his head around the door.
“Um, sweetie, there’s someone here to see you.” His eyes are wide, a hint of concern on his features.
“Who?”
“Me.” The door pushes open revealing Hugo, standing in the doorway behind George. I say nothing as our eyes lock.
“I’ll…go.” George says, slowly creeping away.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
HUGO
There’s a tense silence as I take in Molly. I fucking miss her. She’s standing surrounded by boxes, a painful fucking reminder of the fact that I was too much of a pussy to go after her, and I let Alex make his move. She drags an agitated hand through her long blonde hair.
“What do you want Hugo?” She whispers. She looks tired. Dark circles mark her eyes, and she looks thinner.
“Don’t move in with him.” I blurt.
Her head snaps up, and she frowns.
“What?”
“Don’t move in with him. He’s not right for you.” Fuck, this is not how I planned this to go.
She shakes her head. “You are unbelievable. Fuck you!” She clenches and releases her fists, shaking with anger. “You yourself, have told me countless times how good Alex is for me, how deserving he is of me.” She says in a mocking tone. “And now you’re here telling me not to move in with him.”
“I was wrong.” I say. “I mean, not wrong, but you don’t need good.”
“It’s too late, Hugo. You made your choice.”
“I fucked up!” I shout at her. “I never should have told you to be with him. I never should have let you walk away.”
She turns on me, her expression fierce. “Are you serious?! You spent months telling me I was good. Telling me how bad you are, how wrong. Well you know what, you were right. I am too good for you. I deserve better than a guy who doesn’t even see me until I’m gone.”
“I fucking saw you Molly.” I growl. “I see you more clearly than anyone.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” She snaps.
I step forward, closing the space between us and cupping her jaw. “It means you’re not all good sweetness. You’re not the wall flower that you like to pretend you are with Alex. You’re loyal, and loving and kind, but you’re so much more. You are feisty, and determined. You’re a firework waiting to be lit.”
“You know nothing.” Her voice hitches and she takes a shaky step back, away from me.
“I know that you’re different around me than you are around everyone else. You don’t hide from me, because even though you think I’m a fuck up, you know I give you the freedom to be a fuck up too. You don’t have to put on a front around me, and I can’t let you move in with him, and spend your life fucking hiding who you are.”
“I don’t hide.” She snaps.
I drop my han
d from her face and drag my hands through my hair. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I watch you play the dutiful daughter, the patient and understanding friend, the polite girlfriend, until you get to me…and then you’re just Molly.”
“What do you want me to say, Hugo? You aren’t an option, you’ve made that abundantly clear. Alex…I love Alex, and he offers me a future. He loves me.” Her eyes lock with mine, and they’re full of regret and sadness. I know her. She doesn’t want this. I know she doesn’t.
She’s right though. I don’t even really know what I want. Why am I even here? All I know is that I don’t want her to move in with Alex, but I’m not really giving her a reason not to, am I?
“What if I was an option?” I say quietly.
She rolls her eyes. “You say that now, because you think you’re about to lose your favourite toy, but you don’t know what it actually means to commit to someone Hugo. I’ve made my choice, and I won’t betray Alex again.”
She’s right of course. I have no clue what it means to commit to someone. Fuck, the closest I’ve ever come to a relationship is a regular whore.
I step forward again and wrap my hand around the nape of her neck, pulling her close. Her breath hitches as her body presses against mine. She places her hand against my stomach, threatening to push me away, but I only tighten my hold on her.
Her eyes meet mine, before her eyelids flutter closed. “Don’t make me say it.” I plead against her lips.
Her eyes open, and meet mine. “Say what?” She breathes.
“You know what.”
There’s a long beat of silence, before her eyes soften and she cups my cheek. I watch her try and find some resolve. Fuck that. I won’t let her think of all the reasons why this is wrong. I know there are too many to count, but I also know that whatever this is with us, I want it.
