Page 10 of Angel (Club Nymph 2)

Mike’s words were still ringing in my ears. If he was really the obsessive type like he told me, would he let me go that easily? Or was I being paranoid?

All I had was my what ifs, and the possibilities.

“Suit yourself,” Alex said, bringing me back to the reality.

“Shit,” I cursed when my bracelet broke. I didn’t even notice I was playing with it.

“You look nervous,” Alex observed. He wasn’t asking, only stating the fact and I didn’t deny his statement. Instead, I stood up and straightened my back like I was preparing myself for a war.

“Let’s start.”

He looked me up and down lazily, but he was serious while doing it, “Okay, let’s hope I won’t regret letting you boss me around,” he huffed.

“C’mon! I need you to make me look beautiful,” I tried to cheer him up, even though I was nothing but cheerful.

“Are you fishing for compliments now? You damn well know you’re beautiful, effortlessly,” he said even though he wasn’t happy with me. He was a cutie, to be honest. I wished I didn’t have to force him to do this photoshoot. But his number was sitting on my nightstand, how could I resist?

“Wow, is that your car?”

I couldn’t help but admire the beauty of his flawless dark blue Porsche, looking like a brand new beautiful machine.

“Nope, I stole it on my way here,” Alex said as he rounded around the car to get into the driver side.

“Don’t try to make jokes, okay, please?” I groaned, but my smile was in its place even when we took off the road.

I saw Alex look at me from the corner of his eye before saying, “Jeez, that smile is a curse for our kind, you know?”

“Your kind?”

“Yeah. Us, the poor male population.”

I fully turned to look at him as we waited on the red light, “Was that a compliment?”

“The truth. Now, don’t try to look cute and tell me where to go,” he said to me. He was very attractive, especially with that easy grin and outstanding sapphire eyes of his. Not my type, but I couldn’t stop myself from imagining him with Dawn. They would be perfect together, I thought before bringing myself back to the matter.

“Somewhere that starts with F,” I murmured, thinking about the places I could use for the messages in the photos.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing… just drive.”

I thought I had a good plan.

I thought everything would have worked the way it should.

My attempt would make a person cry or laugh, like a bad camera joke. Yet, I’d chosen that way, out of every other logical one.

I was stupid.

And because of my stupidity, I’d lost two years of my life… and my heart.

Doctor’s Office–December 1, 2015

“Did you ever sense anything bad could happen at the club, Angel?”

“Yes,” my answer was clear, my mind wasn’t.

“When did you first notice that?” CC asked, taking notes on her tablet. Her voice was soft like she was afraid of scaring me but also in control like she was trying to reassure me that no one could hurt me. She didn’t know I was the one hurting myself…

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