by LP Lovell
Ten minutes later and Lilly is wearing a scowl that has me laughing hard.
“I look so fucking…virginal.” She says. I cover my laugh as the shop assistant doesn’t know where to look. Lilly looks very prim, but she has a mouth like a sailor.
“Again, Lill’s, you’re supposed to. If it’s any consolation, you look beautiful.” She really does. Lilly has a figure that makes men forget all their faculties. She’s athletic and toned, but with curves in all the right places. Her hair is a mane of red waves that act like a warning beacon to her quick temper. I’ve known her since we were in nursery, and I’ve been talking her down from her temper tantrums and drinking benders for years.
Her phone rings in her handbag, and she manages to shuffle all that white satin over to retrieve it. Her face morphs into a small smile, which means its Theo.
“Hey.” She grins. There’s a pause. “Really? What did he do this time?” Another pause before she laughs. “Okay, I’ll go get him.” She rolls her eyes, a grin still pulling at her lips. “You owe me.” I can’t hear his response, but I can guess what he owes her. “Love you, too. Bye.” She hangs up.
“We have to go.” She says with a sly grin. She’s out of the dress and ready to leave in record time.
“You do realise that you are going to have to get a dress at some point, Lilly.” This is our third attempt at this. Lilly gets bored after two dresses and insists that she still has lots of time.
“I have loads of time.” She waves me up.
I swear I can feel my eye twitching. Why can’t she just be a normal girl? “Six months is not a long time!”
“Ugh. It will be fine.” She rolls her eyes and grabs my arm, dragging me out of the shop. “Come on Mole. We have to go help out the king douche.” She says leading me into the coffee shop next to the dress shop.
“That being?”
“Hugo of course.” She says as though that should be blindingly obvious.
Great. Here we go.
We grab coffee and walk the short distance to the car. The doors click open and I climb into the enormous Range Rover.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I settle into the leather seat. The aroma of coffee fills the car. I love the stuff, and Lilly…well, that girl should just be hooked up to a drip.
“The police station. He got arrested last night.” She says with amusement.
Hugo. Where to start? Hugo is Theo’s best friend. The first time I met Hugo, he was running in Hyde Park with Theo. He was topless and sweaty, sporting that sexy as sin smirk of his. I swear my underwear practically melted on the spot. Lilly and I ended up at a party in his apartment that night, and, yeah, I fucked him. You don’t have to tell me how cliché it is to fuck your best friends, boyfriend’s, friend. I know.
I’m not really a one night stand kind of girl, but well it’s Hugo. He just promises dirty, sheet clawing sex, with one look…and boy does he deliver. And so it began, my addiction to Hugo Harrison, the man whore to end all man whores. It was stupid, and unlike me, but at the time I figured it was just a bit of fun.
I’m usually looking for the next great romance. I’ll admit that I believe in ‘the one’, and am determined to find him. I don’t waste my time with men who I don’t believe I have a future with. Except him. There was never ever a future there, but for once I let go of the bigger picture and held onto the here and now.
What I did not bank on - was the fact that I would actually come to like the filthy prick. I found him…refreshing. He doesn’t adhere to anyone else’s standards, and in his own way, he made me feel special without ever even realising he was doing it. He made me feel free. He made me laugh, and I grew to like him.
Stupidly, I told him so. I didn’t even mean anything by it, it was a passing comment. I like you. Twenty four hours later and I was walking in on him with a hooker. So very predictably Hugo.
I guess I was a little stung by it at first. No girl wants to feel like she’s replaceable, but then, I always knew that I was. I chose to sleep with him regardless. I’m not quite sure what that makes me.
I walked away, sure in my mind that I would not be seeing Hugo Harrison for a long time.
A week later, and Lilly was in a car crash that nearly killed her. That put things in perspective. Lilly is like a sister to me, and the thought of losing her nearly broke me. Unexpectedly, Hugo was there. He was a good friend to me, and we developed a different kind of relationship. Under all his womanising bullshit, he’s actually a good guy. We became the most unlikely of friends.
So now, we’re friends I guess. Not good friends, we don’t like hang out and plait each other’s hair. A girl only has so much restraint. Hugo is hotter than hell, and has absolutely no moral compass. His brain is directly wired to his penis, and therefore cannot comprehend being in the presence of a vagina and not trying to fuck it. I have to be constantly on my guard, and ready to fight him and his ever present charms off.
So we hang out sometimes, but never alone. We’re always in social situations, normally with Lilly and Theo. It’s a bit unconventional, but it works.
Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him for a while.
“What did he get arrested for?” I ask.
She snorts. “Indecent exposure.”
“Fucking Hugo.” We both say at the same time.
We pull up outside the police station, where Hugo is leaning against a police car. He’s wearing a grey shirt, with the sleeves rolled up past his forearms, and a pair of jeans that fit him just so. He’s not massively built, but he’s muscular and tall. He has a certain presence. His dirty blonde hair is in its usual wild disarray, that makes him look as though a woman has been clawing at it, and nine times out of ten that is exactly the case. I watch as his lips purse around the cigarette in his hand, the end glowing as he draws on it. He eventually flicks the cigarette to the ground, and tilts his head back, exhaling a long stream of smoke. Every movement he makes is sexual, and yet, it’s completely unintentional. He pushes off the car and saunters towards us like he owns the world. He reminds me of a rock star. He’s infectious to be around, because he doesn’t give a fuck about anything.
Lilly presses the button for the passenger side window, lowering the tinted glass.
He smiles wide as he comes to a stop at the window, resting his forearms against the door.
“Ladies.” He winks at me.
“Get in the car.” Lilly sighs. He chuckles and opens the back door, sliding into the leather seat.
“How was your dress shit?” He asks, pulling a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. Hugo chain smokes when he’s pissed or horny. The former is rare, the latter is extremely common. Call it a distraction.
“No smoking in the car!” She snaps. Lilly hates smoking, particularly the smell. I don’t mind it, and weirdly it suits Hugo.
I glance over my shoulder to catch him rolling his eyes before he shoves his packet of cigarettes back in his pocket.
I feel him lean forward between the front seats, the warmth of his body touching my arm. “I haven’t seen you for a while, sweetness.” He says quietly, his breath touching my neck, and making my skin break out in goose bumps.
I’m always so hyper aware of him. I turn my head until my lips are only a few inches from his. I can smell his cologne, mixed with cigarette smoke, and it makes my head swim. We’re friends, but that doesn’t mean the man doesn’t affect me. He does. A lot. After all, I know what he is capable of. His blue eyes dance, always promising trouble of the best kind. My brain may have firmly friend zoned him, but my vagina, well, she’d quite like to dismiss that notion altogether.
“I’ve been busy.” I say with a smile.
A low throaty chuckle. “You shouldn’t look at me like that.” He cocks an eyebrow.
“Stop.” I smirk, as I push at his chest. Hugo flirts shamelessly. Apparently, his dick might disown him if he doesn’t crack onto anything with a pulse.
He leans even closer, so he can whisper in my ear. “It just makes
me want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” His voice is a low purr, stroking over my senses.
“Will you stop that!” Lilly elbows him in the ribs, making him grin and jump back.
“You’re no fun.” He laughs. “But, Molly here has made me hard as a fucking rock with her ‘fuck me’ eyes.” I glare at him, and he flashes me a cocky smile. “I got arrested whilst I was getting blown last night, and the fucking cop would not let me finish! My balls feel like they’re going to explode.” He adds.
“Uh, TMI.” I mumble.
“And?” Lilly asks.
“I may need to stroke one out.” He says casually.
“Gross Hugo, I don’t need to know.” Lilly says.
I hear the sound of a zip being lowered and whip my head around. “Fucking hell Hugo, seriously, we’re like five minutes from your place. Just call one of your hookers and get them to meet you there.”
He laughs. “Or you could just come and play.”
I release an exasperated breath. “I’m good.”
“Molly is not one of your dirty fuck dolls Hugo, and if you get that fucking thing out in this car, I will fucking leave you here. You can walk!” I press my lips together, trying not to laugh.
“Molly might want a crack at Rambo.” He counters.
“Nope. I’m definitely good. I liken Rambo to a stray dog. He might have rabies.” I flash him an innocent smile over my shoulder.
He leans forward, between the two front seats again. “Grouchy. Someone’s not getting enough.” He grins.
“I have this awesome device, called a vibrator.” I say in my best Barbie voice. “It makes me come so hard.” I add huskily. He groans, low in his throat, and I laugh.
“You’re a bitch.” He grumbles. “A teasing bitch.” The car rolls to a stop, just outside his apartment building. “You know, you should come up Molly, show that pussy what a real cock looks like.” He smirks as his eyes skate over my body.
I roll my eyes. “Have fun with your hand.” I say, trying not to smile.
He laughs and opens the door. I release a long breath when I feel the door slam behind him.
“Holy fucking shit.” Lilly’s eyes lock with mine, her stare accusing. “What the hell was that?”
“What?”
She snorts. “Do not ‘what’ me. I was getting hot with all the sexual tension between you two. Christ.” She starts fanning herself.
I shrug. “It’s Hugo. He can’t help himself.”
She laughs as she pulls away from the curb. “Oh, Mole. That, was a two way street sweetness. You still want him.”
I roll my eyes. I can’t deny this shit to Lilly, she knows me too well. “Look, the guy fucks like a prize bull. He sends my hormones a little crazy. But…we’re just friends.”
She doesn’t look convinced. “You need to marry Alex, and have his beautiful babies.” She gushes with a sly grin.
Oh god, this again. Alexander Ryker was Lilly’s orthopaedic surgeon after she had the crash a few months ago. I’ll admit, he’s hot, like GQ model hot. He’s also a doctor, and that just makes him beyond attractive, what with the whole ‘I save lives’ thing going on. He asked for my number, and I gave it to him, expecting nothing to come of it. He called, and at first I turned him down. I wasn’t in a good head space to date, but he didn’t give up. Eventually we went on a couple of dates. He’s charming, educated, polite and attractive. He is most women’s dream man. I like him, a lot. He’s a good guy, and he’s just what I need. I think. I’ve been seeing him for a few weeks now, and it’s going well, with one exception. There’s being a gentleman, and there’s being too much of a gentleman. He wants to take things slow, because apparently he really likes me, and he doesn’t want to risk ruining anything by rushing. Sweet I guess, but a girl has needs, and right now, my vibrator is getting way too much use.
“God, Lilly. Calm down will you?” I laugh.
“He’s a doctor. You could do worse.”
“Says the woman marrying the millionaire.” I mumble.
I spend the afternoon at Lilly and Theo’s house, hanging out with Lilly. My flat mate George joins us after his dance audition, and our trio is complete.
Of course, the two of them decide to start drinking wine at two in the afternoon. It’s what they do.
George is all tanned skin and perfect blonde hair. Sadly, he’s gay. I’ve never met a girl who didn’t meet him and immediately declare how unfair the world is. Lilly has tried to turn him many times, but to no avail. If Lilly can’t turn a man straight, then no-one can.
He flops down on the massive corner sofa and opens his arms as Lilly snuggles into him. She hands him her wine glass and he takes a sip. Lilly and George have a close relationship. He coddles her, and indulges her. They also have a shared love of alcohol and sex, and used to be each other’s wingmen. At one time, they were both as slutty as each other. I, on the other hand, am always the babysitter, to either one or both of them. I’m also one that has to give it to them straight when shit hits the fan, which it inevitably does with them. A lot.
“So, how is it going with Mc Steamy?” George asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
“You’re cute.” I deadpan. “Okay, I guess.”
“You done the nasty with him yet?” Lilly swats at him whilst laughing.
“The nasty? Who even says that George?” I smile.
“She hasn’t banged him yet.” Lilly tells him. “She’s only been on a few dates, George.” She’s trying to keep a straight face. I’ll openly admit that I’m the good girl, the sensible one. These two have the morals of a pair of alley cats.
George laughs. “Oh sweetie. Three date rule…My version…The bar, the club, my bed.” I rest my case.
“You are such a slut.” I huff. I’ve actually been seeing Alex for about three weeks. He’s the definition of gentleman, something none of these lot would know anything about. George is a total whore, and Lilly would take a man like Alex and eat him alive.
He winks. “You love it. Did you see the guy I had over last Saturday?” He shakes his head. I did see him, and I’ll admit, he was hot. “I’m telling you Lill’s, he was giving Theo a run for his money.”
“Tell me you at least took a picture.” She starts patting him down for his phone.
“I did, but let’s just say it’s not appropriate viewing.” He smiles as he takes another sip of wine.
“Such a slut.” I repeat.
“Well, now I really want to see.” She pleads. “I love a good wang shot.”
“I love a wang shot as much as the next girl, but what I do not need to see is some guy sucking Georges cock, and you’re a dirty fucker.” I point at him, as he rolls around laughing. “So I know that’s what it will be!”
George is cackling uncontrollably, spilling wine all over the pristine white sofa. He blows me a kiss. “You know me so well. Anyway, getting off topic. When you bone the doctor, I want all the juicy goss.” He points at me. “I think he’ll be a gentleman fuck.” He shrugs.
Lilly shakes her head. “Whoa, hold on. He might not be.” She defends him as though a gentleman fuck would be such an awful thing. Heaven forbid he not pull a girl’s hair and call her a dirty whore.
George cocks an eyebrow. “Really Lill’s?”
“Poor guy.” I mumble.
“Look, I’m not saying anything, except this.” He points at me. “You were fucking Hugo. Repeatedly. Hugo doesn’t do repeats, which means you must have some ninja shit going on down there.” He cocks an eyebrow, and stares at my crotch.
“George!” I hold my hands in my lap, shielding myself from his view. He just laughs.
Lilly shakes her head, a small smile pulling at her lips. “Speaking of Hugo, we picked him up today.” Lilly tells George. “He wanted her, like bad.”
“Yes, as he explained, by telling us he had been arrested whilst he was getting blown.” I tilt my head to the side.
George bursts out laughing. “Fuck, he’s a legend.”
I le
ave Lilly and George cackling on the sofa, like the drunken rats they are. My guess is that Theo may lose spoonage rights to George tonight.
I have to go, because Alex is coming over tonight. We’ve been on a few dates now, so tonight I decided to cook for him. In other words, I want to sleep with him. I need to sleep with him. A girl only has so much restraint around a man as pretty as him. He’s hot, and nice, and…well, he’s pretty much perfect. I wasn’t sure there were actually guys like him left in the world. He has to be useless in bed. The balance of the world can only be restored if he’s shit in bed. Oh god, please don’t be shit in bed.
When I get home I shower and change into a jumper dress, it’s casual, but still looks good.
I blow dry my hair, and pin a chunk at the front back with grip, leaving the rest of it loose and flowing down my back in a sheet of ruler straight platinum. I throw on a bit of mascara, swipe some nude gloss on my lips, and I’m good to go in less than half an hour.
I’m no master chef when it comes to cooking, but I can throw together some basic dishes. I never used to cook, but years of living with Lilly and George have forced me to learn. Those two are awful. Lilly would happily survive on toast, Haribo and Diet Coke. George would live on take away food if I didn’t put my foot down. I spent a lot of time mothering those two.
I make a chilli, because it’s easy, and who doesn’t like chilli?
Maroon 5 plays from the sound system whilst I cook. Adam Levine is a serious obsession of mine. His voice just makes me want to climb on the nearest penis. I dance around the kitchen as I sip a glass of wine. I’m in a good mood, and I am going to get laid tonight.
The doorbell rings and my stomach clenches. I’m nervous. I mean, first time sex with a new guy is always a bit awkward, right?