Caden with a C left not too long after the third round. A girl had been calling him nonstop. I didn't wanna intrude, but my guess was that she was the girlfriend. He asked for my phone number and I gave it to him. I liked the guy; he was fun and innocent. A quality I really liked for some reason. I just hoped I wasn't leading him on. Deep in my heart, I think I was destined to be on my own forever. It never beat harder when I met someone. I was never nervous around anyone. My hands never got sweaty and my stomach never clenched with butterflies.

I guess I didn't want that to happen, either. That sounded terrible.

Walking out of my room in my birthday suit, the automatic lights in the apartment followed my movements. I opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice, taking a big gulp from it. The music was still on, 'Slow dancing in the dark' by Joji creating the sensual mood that I was aiming for before. I walked towards the big glass wall in the living room and stared at the view. It was simply breathtaking. All those lights, all those skyscrapers, all that modern architecture. I couldn't stop comparing this city to Paris. It was so different.

I was so amazed by it that I didn't hear the door opening.

"Oh my god, he's naked." I turned around, hands resting on my hips, just to see Riley covering her eyes, a deep red blush creeping up her neck.

"For god's sake, Nico." Luca laughed and threw me a pillow from the couch. "I told you a million times, put some clothes on, you're not alone."

I scoffed covering my bulge. "Well, I was."

Luca told Riley that she could watch now, and she slowly opened her eyes. Another innocent girl right here. She was really cute and all. What a shame she had to meet this Brazilian God I had for a friend.

"Did you have company?" Luca asked. Riley went straight to the kitchen, making herself busy so that she didn't have to talk to me like that. She had already seen my scar, after all, she was my physiotherapist, so I knew she wasn't acting weird because of that. She really was shy like that.

"Yeah. He just left."

"Tu l'as baisé?" He asked in french, probably so that Riley wouldn't understand.

I smiled. "Quel cul, Luca, quel cul..."

"Je ne veux rien savoir, merci beaucoup."

"Are you making dinner?" I asked Riley, who had already all the ingredients she needed on the counter. She nodded with a smile, glancing at me for a second before blushing once again and staring down at the food. "Can I have dinner with you guys? I-" Luca, who had walked to the kitchen quickly, was making all kind of weird gestures behind her, shaking his head no. "Or I could just go to my room and order anything." I gestured behind my back with my thumb as I frowned, trying to decipher Luca's expression.

"Are you sure?" Riley asked.

"Yeah, I'll just do that."

The fact that Riley just didn't insist made me think that she was really hoping to get laid tonight, too. Girls don't say it, but I can feel it.

I ordered a vegetarian pizza and waited for it in my room as I played guitar and smoked a little. I was starting to feel like home in here and I really liked the unusual feeling.

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Monday morning came faster than expected. I still had some paperwork to arrange if I wanted to live here, so I needed to move my beautiful ass from the bed. If only this mattress wasn't so comfortable.

I slept in. Like really slept in. I was incredibly late. Now I'd probably have to wait a long line if I wanted to have my papers in order. I contemplated not going. I contemplated being the immature boy I was sometimes and sleep some more. But I couldn't. I really liked it here. I couldn't delay this anymore. My father would actually take a plane just to cut my dick off.

After two hours waiting the longest line of my life, I just needed to fill in some papers and I was ready to go. The woman at the desk acted like one of those sloths from Zootopia. I was about to pull out the hairs in my head one by one as I waited for her to look for my name in the computer. I thought better of it.

I liked my hair.

Just then I remembered, more like my phone reminded me, that I had an appointment with Riley. Just what I needed today, a painful session with my roommate's girlfriend. Insert upside-down smiley face here.

Although my day was being shit, something caught my eye. Or rather someone. It had been a long time, maybe a week or two, since I hadn't seen her.

The blonde skater. The girl that had me wondering how little I knew about the sport and how much I liked blonde people.

She looked dangerous. Not like 'changing sidewalks when you see her' kind of dangerous. But more like 'she can definitely break your heart' dangerous.

And for some reason I was all in for it. After all, how can someone break your heart when you have none?

Her rosy cheeks and her slightly turned-up nose made her look like a fantastic character from a movie. Her ears were also a little pointy, and that tight ponytail she always wore lifted the corner of her eyes a little, what only made her look more like a nymph.

Cara's green eyes -yes, I knew her name- stared at some painting on the wall. Before I sat down beside her, I took a look at it, too. Red and pink messy brush-strokes. Her left leg was bouncing as she tapped her foot on the floor, her plumped lips twisted.

"Hello." I got into the waiting room and sat down next to her chair. She didn't even glance at me. Not even flinched.

Didn't she hear me?

"Hello." I repeated.

She turned her head, her ponytail swung with her, a frown appearing between her brows. "Hi."

Cara seemed annoyed that I burst her bubble.

"If you ask me, it looks like a vagina."

She coughed. "What?"

"The painting. Don't you think?"

Oh, look at her. She blushed. How cute.

"I- I don't know." She shrugged and looked back at the painting, examining it again. I stared at her for a few seconds and I swear the corner of her mouth curled up a little.

"You're late." She stated after a while swinging her legs back and forth as she hugged her duffle bag, her ice skates sticking out.

"I know. How do you know?"

She glanced at the big clock above the door. "'Cause I'm late too. I usually see you get out before me. We're both late and now there's someone else in there. And now we're both waiting." She shrugged.

I chuckled. For some reason, the way she talked seemed kind of funny to me. Chirpy and fast. "We're waiting."

"You talk funny. Where are you from?" She asked almost in a whisper, still not looking at me. As if she was a kid who wasn't allowed to talk to strangers.

"I'm French."

We both heard voices approaching the door inside the room. Riley and the other patient were about to get out.

This time, Cara looked straight into my eyes. Her eyes were green, yeah. But not some kind of green. It was the kind of green you thought of when you imagined a beautiful landscape in the mountains. Little dots of yellow and brown, like some trees in the scenery that were ready to say goodbye to the summer season. "Please." She pouted pleadingly. She had natural plumped lips but her mouth was strangely small. "Let me in first. My mom's already mad at me, if I don't come back home in an hour-"

I nodded quickly.

Her eyes scammed mine back and forth incredulously. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Thank you." The door opened, she grabbed her bag, holding it tight against her and walked fast towards Riley, who smiled at her gently.

Riley glanced at me and gave me a motherly look. "Why are you late?" She mentally spoke to me.

I shrugged apologetically. She shook her head and closed the door.

When Cara stepped out of the room, she hurried to get out of the clinic, a really troubled expression in her face as she got her car keys out of the bag.

The fact that her mom controlled her liked that, only made me wonder one thing.

How old was this girl?

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"How was it?" Luca asked when I stepped inside the apartment.

I gave him a pointed look. That was all he needed.

It was bad, horrific, painful in a thousand ways. Like it always was. Like it would always be.

And I still couldn't get used to it.

"Do you wanna do something fun? Take your mind off it?"

I grabbed the milk in the fridge and stared at him after I gave it a big gulp. He hated it, but I saw him do it a couple of times before, so after I called him a hypocrite, we both decided to let it slide. "Do you wanna fuck?"

Luca made a face of disgust. "Bruh."

"Fucking is fun."

"Fucking with Riley is fun." He pointed out.

"Can I try it?"

"What do you think?" He asked, sitting down on a stool as he stared at me annoyingly.

"Only in your presence?" I tried.

"Shut the fuck up." He laughed. "Come on, let's go do something fun. Let's go clubbing."

"It's Monday."

"I know a place."

I twisted my mouth.

"You like clubbing." He informed, as if I didn't know it myself. Yeah, I liked clubbing. But my hip hurt like a motherfuker and for some reason clubbing on a Monday night didn't seem so pleasant. Let's be honest. Who the fuck goes clubbing on Mondays? Not very trustworthy people. I know that because I used to do that myself.

Hmh.

That sounded pleasant all of a sudden. Kinky sex came into the picture. Some girl riding my dick didn't sound so bad.

"I know that look." Luca chuckled. "You have a serious problem."

"Let's go grab something to eat before."

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Karma seemed like the kind of place famous people would go. Expensive, crowded, but somehow dark and intimate. You could easily hide and I could see myself actually being my self in here. No dress code or any stupid rules like that.

Leo and his girlfriend came with us too. They seriously looked like twins but for some reason, I found that really hot. A shame they were exclusive and madly in love with each other, even though they didn't want to admit it, but it was pretty obvious. The way they looked at each other. I would dare to say they were the jealous type. There was some kind of possessiveness in the way they talked about one another, or the way they held each other protectively.

The guys were more or less the same in this place. They all dressed like Luca and Ace did. Brand-name clothing but nothing too extravagant or noticeable. Same shoes, same shirts, just different colors. Jeans to make it casual.

Meh.

I mean, yeah, yeah, they were hot. But I was looking for something different. Someone unique who could catch my eye.

I was at the bar with Luca, Leo and Sandra. Luca ordered some drinks, a tonic for me. I was a very observant person, always watching in case I missed something important. A light skinned girl caught my attention at the other side of the bar. She was talking to who I assumed was her friend. The latter was a tall red-haired girl with lots of freckles. They couldn't be more different. And I loved that. I excused myself for a moment and approached both girls slowly. I was really tall myself so it came to a surprise when I stood beside the two and the red-haired girl was the same height as me. Yes, she was wearing heels but I wasn't really used to that.

"Want a drink?" I asked, my eyes roaming both their faces. I didn't like to beat around the bush.

A pale hand came to meet my shoulder. The red head smiled seductively as she checked me out. She liked what she saw, I could feel that in people. "Sure. Vodka redbull for me, a coke for her." She smiled gesturing to her friend. "She's driving."

"Oh, no. I'm driving." I announced nonchalantly.

The green-eyed girl seemed surprised for a moment, her eyes growing wider, before understanding surrounded her expression, another playful smile coming to meet her lips. "Oh. I must've been a really good girl today."

The other girl's eyes went back and forth to the two of us, examining our interaction with nervousness. She seamed in a hurry, as if something was really bothering her. I also noticed she didn't want to meet my eyes, something that only added insecurity to the picture. When the red head went to the bathroom, I sat down on a stool next to her.

"You like your friend."

She opened her plumped lips a little as she breathed heavily.

"W-What? How do you-?"

I shrugged. "I'm very observant. You keep looking at her lips, laughing at everything she says and you can't stop touching your hair, something you probably do when you're nervous. You didn't even want to come, you're here just because of her and you keep cursing under your breath every time a guy approaches her. You've been friends for a long time. You're a lesbian, but haven't tell her yet. You're probably in love with her, though my guess is that you really, really want to fuck her." I think the last time I talked that much, I was five years old with one of my nannys.

Her mouth was now widely open, her fingers fidgeting with the straw in her drink. "I-I'm not a lesbian."

I smirked. I knew that one, just wanted to tease her. I had also noticed how she checked some of the small tattoos my shirt couldn't cover out. And not out of curiosity, I can tell the difference.

"Better for me. I have a proposition."

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And that's why I normally preferred orgies over threesomes. Usually in threesomes, there was one of the two that you liked most. Unfortunately for me, one was in love with the other, and the other had just discovered that pussy wasn't so bad after all.

I should've known. Once you had a little taste of a girl, she traps you under her charms. I ended up being more like a voyeur, both girls licking each other pussies as I touched myself. Not complaining though, I was too tired, my hips too sore to move. Surprisingly though, the light skinned girl rode me for a while, although she didn't let me finish, what I had to do with my hand after they had both already came.

Sexually frustrated, I went to sleep.

That's what also happens with occasional sex. Yeah, it can be fun. Yeah, it can be exciting. But when you don't know what the other person likes, what the other do not like...

It could be disappointing.

And honestly, I was a little tired of that.

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Tu l'as baisé? : did you fuck him?
Quel cul: what an ass
Je ne veux rien savoir, merci beaucoup: I don't want to know it, thank you very much

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