Beautiful Series Boxset, books 1-4

by Lilliana Anderson

  My relationships had so far consisted of hooking up at parties and screwing each other’s brains out until one of us moved on. I was also really great at ending things the moment anything remotely ‘relationshippy’ took place—phone calls just to say ‘hi’, invitations to breakfast, overly familiar greetings in public. These things were a big no on my list and warranted the immediate cancellation of all things physical.

  I wasn’t being mean. And I wasn’t leading anyone on. I always made it clear from the start that I wasn’t interested in a relationship. It was just that some girls agreed to being casual and though they could change my mind later. Not gonna happen.

  Monica was my favourite girl within the circle I ran with. She only ever wanted me when she was drinking or in between boyfriends. When we saw each other at Uni, we’d say hi and maybe hang out a bit. But she never went up to Katrina acting like she owned me, and she never acted all clingy with me at other times either. We had a pretty good thing going on that satisfied us both, but then she met this guy, Jake at a nightclub. He was a tradie; a plumber or something like that. They got serious and our arrangement ended. So long, Monica.

  Our arrangement wouldn’t have been worth mentioning if it wasn’t for the fact that Monica’s relationship with Jake was the reason Trina met her next boyfriend.

  We’d gone almost two years without the interference of another man in our friendship which was perfect for me, but not so great for Trina who wasn’t the best at casual relationships. For Trina, sex needed to mean something.

  When her training tapered down, and she started coming clubbing with us, it wasn’t a huge surprise that she started dating again. A few guys had taken her to dinner or a movie, but nothing became serious until Jake brought his mate Christopher along and she caught his eye.

  Besides a tiny flare up of the green-eyed monster, I couldn’t find anything wrong with him. He was taller and broader than me with dark hair and a welcoming smile. What I noticed most was that he was completely respectful of her. He bought her drinks, listened to her intently, danced when she wanted, and even asked if he could kiss her when he was about to leave. If I had to write down a list of all the things a man for Trina would need, Christopher would tick most of those boxes and I’d sign off on him. But that list of positive attributes couldn’t account for the uneasy feeling I was experiencing.

  It wasn’t jealousy. I’d already recognised that spike in my heart rate and pushed it back down again. No. This was something else. Something about the guy felt…off. And I didn’t know what.

  “Wow,” Katrina said, touching her flushed cheek when she joined me after he’d left. “That guy was something else. A gentleman. I mean, who asks for a kiss in this day and age?”

  “I don’t like him,” I told her flatly.

  “Oh, come on, David. He was amazing. And you haven’t liked a single guy I’ve dated, so your opinion hardly counts as non-biased.”

  “I’ve liked all your boyfriends. I was friends with Ben, and I played basketball with Ethan. He was cool.”

  Placing her hands on her hips, she looked at me. “That’s how you felt before I started dating them. Then you beat the crap out of Ben and insinuated to Ethan that you and I sleep together all the time. Do you think you could just play nice for change?”

  “Of course I’ll play nice. But I’m not gonna lie. There’s just something about the guy I don’t like.”

  “You’re probably just jealous because he’s bigger than you,” she teased.

  “Yeah. I wish I was a muscle-bound meathead. That's why I spend so much time pumping iron at the gym,” I replied, sarcasm dripping from my words.

  With a giggle, she placed her hands on either side of my face and looked into my eyes, growing serious. “I have never said a word about the girls you have chasing after you all the time. Please, if he calls, don’t go all protective big brother on me. Just be nice and let me try to have a normal relationship for once. Can you do that for me? I really like him. ”

  Looking away, I swallowed my objections then nodded. “I’ll be nothing but nice, I swear it.”

  “Thank you,” she breathed, releasing me and smiling my way. She was so pretty when she smiled, and I felt a bit like a douche for raining on her happy. I had to trust her judgement.

  Fourteen

  The moment Trina and Christopher started dating, I knew it would put a strain on our friendship. Trina’s boyfriends always did. It was one of the primary reasons I was against relationships. They took up too much time and led to possessiveness on both sides with Trina caught in the middle. I’d played the third wheel during her year long relationship with Ethan, and that didn’t work out so great. I didn’t want to be in that situation again so I did my best to be her friend when she needed me while keeping my distance from her relationship. Still, Christopher became possessive. Any time we were out in a group setting, he held her like she might run away and never let her out of his sight. I was barely even allowed to touch her. A brief hug hello or goodbye was the most I could get in. I felt sidelined around them. But she was happy, so I let it go.

  I still didn’t like him.

  I wished I could pinpoint one particular thing about Christopher that gave me the creeps, but I couldn’t. Outwardly, he was this charming, well-liked guy. Trina’s mum thought he was wonderful. Her dad would spend hours talking to him about cars and sports, and Trina was over the moon with his attentions.

  As a couple, they even looked fantastic. She was really athletic from her years of training—golden tan, golden hair—and with his darker colouring and olive complexion, they complemented each other perfectly. The boxes kept getting ticked but I couldn’t shake the unease, meaning I couldn’t relax around the guy.

  The only person who seemed to be in agreement was Katrina’s brother. Tom seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face whenever Christopher was around.

  “Just look at him,” he said with a lowered voice. Christopher was helping Mr Mahoney light the barbeque while we cleaned off the outdoor setting from the storm a few nights before.

  “You don’t like him?” I asked.

  Tom shook his head. “He puts on this perfect boyfriend act. But it’s all fake.”

  “What makes you think that?”

  “He smiles too much.”

  I actually laughed. “Smiles too much?”

  “Yeah. Like he’s playing a role, manipulating everyone into believing he’s this great guy. I mean, no one finds John Mahoney’s stories that funny.” He tipped his chin towards them as Christopher laughed too loud and slapped Mr Mahoney’s back. Tom was right. No one found Mr Mahoney funny. “How can none of them see through that?”

  “I don’t know, mate. I didn’t like him the moment I met him,” I replied. “Whatever it is he’s doing, he’s good at it. They all think he’s amazing.”

  Tom and I kept watch through the kitchen window as Christopher walked inside the house and took the tray of meat from Mrs Mahoney. It was like watching one of those happy family TV shows, where no one can stop smiling at each other.

  “They’ve all drunk the Kool-Aid,” Tom muttered, shaking his head.

  “And there’s nothing we can do without looking like total jerks,” I said.

  As the weeks turned into months, I found myself trying to be pleasant and act friendly out of respect for Trina. But quietly I stood by, hoping that eventually she’d see him for what he was and break it off. But my hope was failing.

  A few months later, I was at Uni for one of my commerce lectures. When it finished, I sat outside talking to a couple of classmates about an upcoming essay when Monica showed up.

  “Hey, Dave,” she said, dropping her hip to the side. “Looks like I’m free Friday night. Will you be at the bar?”

  “What happened to your boyfriend?” I frowned, not wanting to tread on some other guy's toes.

  “Oh, that’s been over for a couple of weeks. Turns out, those guys are dickheads. I was glad to see the back of him,” she said, flicking
her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

  “Does Christopher count as one of those dickheads too?”

  “Oh yeah. Christopher’s probably the biggest dickhead of all.”

  “How so?”

  “Tries to act all alpha and shit. Hates anyone who goes against his word. If you have an opinion that doesn’t mesh with his, he puts you down. Typical bully-type shit. He’s a jerk.”

  “You’re saying the good guy thing is an act? And the moment I do something to piss him off, he’s gonna turn on me?”

  “Yeah. But, I’m guessing you already sensed that since he’s dating your girlfriend.”

  “I did. But she’s not my girlfriend. You know that better than anyone.”

  The others I was talking to got up and said goodbye. So Monica took the opportunity to sit down with me.

  “Don’t you see how your life works? Katrina is the girl in your life. The rest of us are all just fill-ins because you aren’t sleeping with her. You’re a legit good guy, Dave. If you aren’t gonna date her, let her go a little. You and I could have a pretty good time together.”

  “That’s not how we work, Mon. I don’t do relationships.”

  “That’s because you’ve always been in one without realising. But where is she right now? She’s with some guy who doesn’t let you hang around, stringing you along in case things don’t work out. Then you’ll be her fill in guy until the next long term relationship comes along.”

  “Don’t talk about Trina like that.”

  She held up her hands. “I’m sorry. I just want you to see that you don’t have to be the guy on the outside. We could have a fun relationship. Nothing serious. Just two friends hanging out, having fun and fucking exclusively until we decide it’s over.”

  I gave her a dubious look. “You want me to quit sleeping around, hang out, only see you, and it’s not a full-on relationship?”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah. Why not? I won’t even call you my boyfriend. Just my guy. I think the fact that we keep coming back to each other should tell us something.”

  “I think all it tells us is that I’m an easy lay,” I said, grinning slightly as I looked around, watching other students walking past.

  “You’re a great lay, actually,” she said, nudging me with her shoulder.

  “See those two?” I nodded towards a couple lying together on the grass like they were in a scene from a romance film. “I can agree to this as long as we don’t do anything like that.”

  “No PDA?” She stood up and held out her hand for me to shake. “It’s a deal. You’re officially my ‘guy’.”

  “Then I guess that makes you my ‘girl’.” I wrapped my hand around hers and we shook on it. “But if even one term of endearment comes out of your mouth, it’s over.”

  She laughed. “Relax, David. I promise to only want you for your cock.”

  With that she left me sitting there laughing to myself as I watched her walk away, wondering how long it would be before Christopher turned on me.

  That same day, I got home to find Trina waiting for me on the front porch, her face etched with trouble.

  “Hey there, baby girl. What’s got you looking so sad?”

  She smiled. “Baby girl? Did you forget my name or something?”

  “Nah. I’ve called you that before. You were just too drunk to remember.”

  “Oh.” Now she was frowning again. That wasn’t my goal.

  “Do you hate it?” Dropping next to her on the front step, I nudged my body against her. “It’s a term of endearment. You’re the only person I care about enough to give one to.”

  Her cheeks flamed briefly as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “I don’t hate it. It’s nice that you’re giving me one after all these years.”

  “Well, consider yourself renamed.” I stood up and pulled her to standing. “Want to talk inside?”

  With troubled eyes, she pressed her lips together and nodded. Unlocking the door, I let her walk past me as I hung my keys on the hook beside the door. “What’s up, anyway?”

  “Mum and Christopher,” she said, screwing her mouth up in a grimace.

  I grabbed the OJ from the fridge and poured us both a glass, placing hers where she leaned on the bench while I waited for her to continue.

  “Christopher is moving out of home and he wants me to move in with him. He’s even taking me around to help shop for furniture because he wants to buy the things I like. Mum’s totally on board with the whole idea, but I’m…” She shook her head and took a sip of her juice before sighing heavily. “I’m nineteen. Moving in seems like such a big deal, you know? I said I want to finish Uni first and honestly, I’d like it if we were dating for a bit longer than six months before we moved in. I don’t feel ready.”

  I wanted to say, “No way. You are not moving in with that guy. Over my dead body.” Or something with the same sentiment. But I squashed that visceral reaction down and went with something more diplomatic.

  “Sounds to me like you already know what to do,” I said, proud of how calm my response was.

  “Yeah. But, how do I tell them that? Christopher and mum are practically planning my life. I’m worried if I go, I’ll never finish Uni then I’ll start popping babies out before I’ve even had my twenty-first.”

  “You are the smartest and strongest girl I know. If you aren’t comfortable with something, then you should say no. It’s your life.”

  “What if he dumps me?”

  “No guy is going to break up with you because you need more time—unless he’s a jerk. The way I see it, you only move in with someone if you actually think you’re going to be together for good. Is that the way you see your life with Chris?”

  “Don’t call him Chris, you know he hates that.”

  “Christopher, whatever. Trina, make the choice that’s right for you. Don’t listen to your mum or Christopher, or anyone else. Do what’s right for you. Please.”

  Her mouth twisted from side to side. “I kind of wanted you to yell at me and tell me not to be a fucking idiot.”

  Releasing a burst of air, I bounced my shoulder. “I can’t make your decisions for you.”

  “I wish you would,” she said, downing the last of her drink and setting the glass on the bench. “It would be easier.”

  I offered her a small smile. “I don’t want you to move in with him.” It was what I wanted to say, but the words that came out of my mouth were very different. “Trust your heart, Trina,” I said, hoping her heart led to me more than it did to Christopher.

  But that was wishful thinking….

  Fifteen

  “All best friends go AWOL when they fall into a new relationship,” Monica said over the top of her beer. “It’s just how it works. She’ll come back to the fold once they’ve settled in to their new place and started fighting over whose turn it is to change the toilet roll. You’ll see.”

  “She’s nineteen.” I let my eyes drift to the live band playing covers of past hit songs.

  “We’re all nineteen.”

  “Christopher isn’t. He’s twenty-four.”

  “Some guys like ‘em young.”

  I shook my head. “It feels wrong.”

  Turned out that the answer inside Trina’s heart was Christopher. Within two weeks of our conversation, she was packed and gone. Her heart didn’t tell her to stay living at home until she finished her degree. It didn’t tell her to stay close to me. It told her to move to the other side of town and become partially dependent on a man she’d only been dating for six months. At nineteen.

  “Dance with me,” Monica instructed, taking my hand and pulling me towards the dance floor. She was probably sick of hearing me complain about never seeing Trina anymore. I was like a CD stuck on repeat. During the entire semester break, I’d barely had any contact with Trina. The need to see her again was plaguing my mind.

  Monica was adept at helping me forget though and joined me on my emotion-fuelled bender. We drank until I couldn’t think any
more, danced until I could barely stand, and fucked until I was so numb I couldn’t remember my own name. She was the perfect salve.

  After years filled with near misses and close calls, I’d accepted that Trina and I would never be on the same page romantically. At least I thought I had. I’d envisioned a life where she found someone and I stayed single, even added kids into the mix and imagined they’d call me ‘Uncle Dave’. And I was cool with that as long as Trina and I maintained our closeness. What I needed in life was her. I didn’t care about any of the physical shit. I cared about spending time with her, being the first person she called when she needed to talk, being the holder of all her secrets the same as she was mine.

  Maybe if she chose another guy, I’d be OK. But with Christopher, I felt replaced. Pushed out by a guy who barely tolerated me and smothered her freedom. A guy who wore a mask. A guy I was struggling to find a kind word for because he had her fooled. That wasn’t even my jealousy talking. It was the sixth sense that lives inside, telling us we’re in the presence of a predator. And the shit thing about it was that I didn’t know what kind of predator he was. I just knew he was this insidious being who manipulated the people around him and discredited those who didn’t fall in line or fit his plans. People like me and Tom.

  Unlike me, Tom had told Trina she was making a stupid mistake by moving in with Christopher. He stated all the reasons he thought it was a bad idea, but instead of taking his concerns on board, she accused him of trying to ruin her happiness. How were we supposed to argue with that? Tom and I felt sure Christopher was in her ear. “It’s like he’s trying to break her off from the herd,” he’d said. And I had to agree. It felt like Trina was a different person. All I could safely do was to keep watch and be there when she needed me. But it was hard.