Chapter 4

Bethany

Two weeks, two freaking weeks later, and I still haven’t heard anything from Nicholas after he promised me that he would be back the next day. I clearly fell for his lies. I hated him the most among the three men I slept with in the space of one week.

At least the others didn’t make me wait while knowing they won’t be back. They left without even telling me their name so there wasn’t really anything to remember them with other than how amazing they were in bed.

Nicholas, on the other hand, lied to me. Freaking lied to me and I believed him. Now that I think about it again, maybe he just said the things that I wanted to hear. He stayed until I woke up so I fooled myself into thinking we could be more. I never really learn, do I?”

“Forget about him.”

I told myself again, I lost count of how many times I have told myself that but I just couldn’t forget about him or them. I felt some form of connection to him, to all three of them.

Not only that, I needed explanations. The marks were still there. The marks from each one of my lovers but I had no answers. Each time I touch them, my body tingles.

I thought it was some new trend since all three of them marked me somewhere on my body but I checked online and even asked Sissy but she told me she hasn’t heard of such a trend. She asked where I got the idea from and I had to lie to her that it was something I wanted to add to my new book. That was enough to get her off my back.

Finding out that the marks weren’t a trend I missed made me worried but over the past two weeks, the only thing that happened was my pussy clenching each time I touched the marks. Yeah, they made me wanton and whenever I touch where each man marked me, I moan and wish to be touched by them again.

“You are going crazy.”

I let out and stood up. I have been sitting in front of my computer all day but haven’t been able to get any reasonable words out because like every other day in the past two weeks, I was occupied with thoughts of the men I let into my home who gave me the best nights of my life and then disappeared like it as all a dream.

“Maybe it was a dream. A very realistic dream.”

I told myself as I moved the coffee mug to the kitchen and washed it. I stood by the kitchen sink, my mind wandering around. Those three nights were the best nights I have heard in a long time so it was natural for me to feel the way I was currently feeling, the way I have been feeling all week long.

“Move on, they are never coming back.”

I told myself. I talked myself out of going back to the club over the past two weeks but now, I was starting to feel that I should just go back there, maybe I would be lucky to meet either of them or maybe I could meet a new hottie who would make me forget them but I knew that was a bad idea.

My doorbell brought me out of my thoughts.

“Must be pizza.”

I let out. I ordered pizza earlier because I wanted to watch a movie to pass the time tonight. Yes, I couldn’t sleep without dreaming about my loves so I stay up late into the night and fall asleep when my body can’t handle it anymore, that way, I won’t have to dream about them. It worked forty percent of the time.

I let myself believe that it might be Nicholas too. I knew it was far-fetched and I should really forget about him but I was still hoping that he would come back and each time my doorbell rang, I let myself believe that he had come back but each time, I ended up disappointed.

“Don’t, Bethany.”

I scolded myself and opened the door, ready to see the pizza delivery guy.

“Tha—”

My words died in my mouth when I saw who it was that was at my door. It wasn’t the delivery guy or Nicholas. It was the freaking Greek god from my first night at the club.

“Yo---”

“Hi, beauty.”

He said in a cheery voice as if we were some kind of friends. I glared at him. He must be a joker to think he can’t just come back to my house after bailing on me after a steamy night.

“Can I come in? It’s cold out here.”

He said and tried to get into my house.

“No!”

I yelled at him and shut the door but then remembered that I needed answers concerning the marks that I carried on my body. Even though I really wanted to leave him out there, I opened the door.

“You have three minutes.”

I told him. He didn’t wait for me to say anything else. He just let himself into my apartment and made his way to my kitchen like he owned the house. He went to my coffee machine and poured himself some.

“Hey, baby, did you miss me?”

He asked, I folded my hands over my chest and glared at him. When I saw his eyes on my chest, I unfolded my arms as a tingle ran through my body. I shook it off and reminded myself that this man ditched me after a steamy night together and he never looked back until now. Maybe he wanted to get laid again and thought of good old me. So alone and so willing.

I caught him ogling and glared at him.

“My eyes are up here mister! Plus, how do I miss someone who I don’t even know his name?”

I fired at him.

“Are you mad at me?”

He dared to ask, I glared at him but before I could answer, my doorbell rang for a second time. Must be the pizza guy. Maybe I should get my pizza and send the Greek god out so that I can have my movie night in peace.

I wordlessly walked towards my door, ready to get my pizza. When I opened my door, I felt light-headed when I saw who it was that was at my door.

“Nicholas? Are you still alive?”

I let out before I could stop myself. I waited two weeks and he decided to show up on the night Mr. Greek god decided to show up too. What were they playing at? Why would they choose the same night to finally show up?