Jim Nadia American Pie Novels & Stories

Nadia hissed feeling her head too heavy to weigh on her neck. Pamela didn't know what to believe before she quickly remembered something. “Oh right. I came here looking for you because your husband is about to be called on stage to receive his award. You should be present as his wife in the audience. But you still look like you are high. Ugh, just come with me.” Pamela helped Nadia stand firm and took her out of the restroom. Pamela quickly took Nadia towards a corner and went to get a glass of lime juice. She returned two minutes later and forced Nadia to gulp down the lime juice.

Nadia has nothing except a five year old son and a secret she has been keeping for years. When Ezra shows up at her door she isn't surprised. She's just tired. He came for answers. She has none that will satisfy him. And caught in the middle is a little boy who deserves better than what's coming.

NADIA : Good morning working-class hero Free today, yeah? Movie. Food. Gist. Laughter. No excuses. Dianne chuckled, typing back immediately. DIANNE: You sound like a motivational speaker But yes, I’m free Let me brush the sleep off my eyes first NADIA: Please hurry. I’ve already dressed mentally. By noon, they were both seated inside the cinema, oversized popcorn between them, icy drinks sweating in their cup holders. Nadia had insisted on a rom-com. “I don’t know why you’re complaining,” Nadia whispered loudly as the previews rolled. “You love love.”

I was having sex at his age, but I wasn’t exactly the best role model. The scene would have never bothered me before, though now it reminded me of fucking Mila. It seemed I couldn’t go one minute without thinking about her today, and the knowledge worked aggravation through me. I grabbed the collar of Vadim’s coat and dragged him out of his chair toward the back door. Then I realized I knew those feminine moans and stilled, a dark chuckle escaping me. “You reek of desperation, Nadia.” “You probably reek of your American!” she called out breathlessly between the steady slap of flesh.