CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE: Love and Hate
Nick stayed motionless on his sofa for about thirty minutes, trying to make sense of what just happened. He heard a knock on his door. Hoping it was Andie, he ran to open it. He was stunned. Standing there in front of him was Lucille Fernelli.
“Excuse me,” she said. “I am looking for Antonio Satanelli. I think he lives in the apartment next door but does not seem to be – you. It’s you. You’re the man who left me all alone in my hotel room in Chicago last week.”
“I can explain.”
“You don’t have to explain, Nicholas.”
“Hey, I never told you my name.”
“I knew who you were, Nicholas. I was just having a little fun with you. Is Antonio in his apartment right now?”
“Oh, he’s there, all right. He’s having a love marathon right now.”
“Excellent. It looks like all the pieces are falling into place.” Lucille was pleased.
“What do you mean?”
“Nicholas, I guess you know of Antonio’s association with me.”
“Oh, no. You’re finally going to get me,” he said.
“Yes, I am finally going to get you. It is Antonio’s wish,” she said with evil smile.
“What are you going to do to me?” His voice was shaking.
“I am going to put some sense into your head, you idiot.”
“What?”
“Let me explain. May I come in for a second?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She strolled to the couch stared drinking from the wine glass Jamie had left on the coffee table. “This is swill, but will do for the moment. Nicholas, Antonio has been my friend and business associate for quite some time. It has been his wish to be happy, along with his closest and dearest friends. For all his loyalty towards me, I am making sure he gets his wish.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Oh, Nicholas, there is so much you do not get. There will be extreme happiness for Antonio, his Deborah, and his friend Benny. However, you will be in charge of your own destiny.”
“You didn’t mention Andie. She’s Tony’s friend, too.”
“The reason I did not mention her name is that your destiny involves her happiness.” She motioned for him to sit next to her.
“But she hates me,” he said as he reluctantly sat on the sofa.
“Oh, on the contrary. She loves you.”
“But I’m scared. I don’t want to lose her friendship.”
“There is no reason for you not to love her as a friend and a lover.”
“But I’ve never done both.”
“It can be done. The best relationships are built on the foundation of love and friendship. She is your friend, correct?”
“Yeah.”
“And you love her, correct?”
“Uh, I think I do.”
“That is not an answer.”
“It’s the one I’m giving to you.”
“Do not make me angry.” She rapidly stood up and glared at Nick. Nick felt the power Lucille was suddenly emanating. He took a deep breath, a swallow, and another deep breath.
“Yes, I love her.”
“Then it is done.”
“What is done?”
“You will realize your destiny. Stand up when I am speaking to you.”
“Okay, let’s say I do. Why should I believe you? You’re evil,” said Nick, as he obeyed the command.
“Oh, my poor confused friend. Nicholas, you are afraid of the unknown, correct?”
“Yeah, you can say that.” His knees were trembling.
“Remember this – all that is unknown is not necessarily evil.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Think about it, Nicholas. Tell Antonio I came by. I’ll talk to him later and I’ll see you some time in the future.” She turned and walked away.
Nick gradually walked back to his sofa. He sat down and tried to unravel the mystery of the night’s events. He thought back of the night that he met Andie…
“Hi, I’m in room three-fifteen. I seem to have misplaced my key,” Nick told the sexy redhead behind the counter. He had just left Andie’s apartment.
“Are you Nicholas Pelter?” she asked, as she checked out the registration book.
“It’s Pel-tee-ay. Yeah, that’s me.”
“I see it’s being billed to Apocalypse Records.”
“That’s who I work for.”
“So, you’re in the recording industry.”
“It sure looks that way.”
“You know, I’m a singer,” she said, with a huge smile.
“Really? Why don’t you come up to my room and show me your vocal talents.” He figured she would just laugh off this rude gesture.
“I have a fifteen minute break coming to me. We could go right now.”
This is too easy, thought Nick. “Okay, let’s go.”
The redhead put a sign on the desk showing a 15-minute break, then came out from behind the counter and grabbed Nick’s hand. She led him up to the room and opened the door for them. Nick walked in first, followed by the redhead. She immediately took off her sweater, revealing a magnificent pair of breasts.
“Wait a second,” said Nick. “I thought you wanted to show off your vocal talents.”
“Oh, you’re about to hear some of my vocal talents, all right, but it won’t be singing.” She pushed Nick on his bed then took off his jeans. “I only have fifteen minutes so we have to make it quick.” The rest of her clothes came off in a matter of seconds. Nick had no hesitation rising to the occasion as she climbed on top of him. The motion of the bed soon found a rhythm, causing a steady beat of the headboard against the wall. After a few minutes, the sweat began to pour.
“Do me harder, Nick,” screamed the redhead.
“I’m – going – as- hard – as - I – can,” Nick muttered between deep breaths and thrusts.
“Oh, Nick. I’m about to come,” she loudly moaned. “Keep going, Nick.”
“Oh - yes – what – ever – your – name – is,” as he managed to squeeze the words in.
“Nick, Nick, Nick,” she screamed.
“You – you - you,” Nick answered back.
“Nick, I’m there. I’m coming - Nick,” she screamed as she started her climax.
“Andrea,” screamed Nick, as he reached the same state. The redhead collapsed on top of Nick and tried to catch her breath. She rolled over to the side as she passed her hand over Nick’s sweaty chest.
“You called me Andrea,” she said, breathing heavily.
“Are you sure?” asked Nick, still trying to catch his own breath. “Yes, you did. Right when we climaxed.” Nick was embarrassed.
“Sorry about that,” He whispered.
“No, don’t be sorry,” she said. “I was just wondering – how did you know that was my name?”
“It was on your nametag?”
“My name tag says Kiki. Andrea is my real name. Really, how did you know?”
“Lucky guess?” answered a confused Nick…
“Dude, it looks like his head is about to explode,” said Dustin, as he watched Nick from the monitor at Balls & Burgers. The boys were helping themselves to the hospitality of the empty bar.
“This show blows, man,” said Wesley. “I’m gonna pour another brewsky.”
“Weren’t we just at that place?” asked Dylan. “That looks like Nick.” All three stared at the monitor.
“Wow, dude, that is Nick,” said Dustin. “I didn’t know he had his own show.”
“It’s kind of dull,” said Dylan. “Nothing’s going on.”
“Look, he just got up,” said Wesley.
“What’s he doing?” asked Dustin.
“He’s jumping up and down like some kind of crazed psycho,” said Dylan.
“Man, I wish the sound worked on this thing,” said Dustin.
“Hey do you hear that?” asked Dylan. “I think I hear somebody screaming from outside.” He ran to the front door and heard Nick screaming from dow
n the block.
“What’s he screaming,” asked Wesley.
“Is there a chick in there?” Dylan asked from just outside the door. “I don’t see one,” said Wesley. “Why?”
“Because all I hear him screaming is YES, YES, YES.”
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