Miller 500 Days

1. Auflage 2014
ISBN: 978-1-311-19742-9
Verlag: Smashwords
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 528 Seiten

Two people share an unforgettable night of passion - well expect for the fact that neither of them can remember anything about the other. A drunken one stand connects two strangers who need each other more than they realize. Brought back together by strange coincidence, Alex and Casper find themselves trapped in a web of lies, deception, and the ever growing passion.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Miller, Jessica

Leseproben

Chapter 1 Casper  
Every night when I closed my eyes I saw her. She haunted my dreams and made me want to do terrible things. Things that most women would never have the courage to allow you to do inside the bedroom. But not her, not the girl with the ivy tattoo. She gave me one night of unadulterated sex. The kind of sex that blew your mind and had you begging for more, but just as quick as she came, she was gone. She gave me the slip and I never saw her again. The only thing that let me know it really happened was the empty condom wrapper on the floor. My friends told me I made her up, that I was so drunk I would have fucked anyone that night. And they weren’t wrong. My memory was hazy and it was possible it could all have been a dream, but every time I closed my eyes I saw that ivy tattoo that stretched all along her sides down to her hips and those piercing green eyes. Ever since that night girls have come and gone from my bedroom but none have compared. None of them have lived up to the expectations that I hold so high. I wasn’t a hard man to please. Any girl with a short skirt usually got me going, but lately I was having a hard time getting past the fantasy. “Yo Cas, you ready?” I met Greyson’s sharp eyes in the mirror. “Give me one minute.” That’s all I needed. Just one minute. “Make it a quick one, you know how these chicks get,” he said, throwing me a lopsided grin. I nodded and went back to fighting my internal struggle with reality. I placed my hand over the tattoo on my chest and took a breath. I had to get a grip. I stared back at the worn-out blue grey eyes in the mirror. I managed to convince myself she was just a dream so I could get my head straight. I was always nervous enough as it was before a gig, and I didn’t need some crazy chick clogging my brain. I shook my head and scrubbed my hands down my face. I adjusted my crazy wide Mohawk in the front, pulling some of the spikes down and to the side and pushing a few up. I stood up from the mirror and jumped up and down for a few seconds trying to pump myself up. When I was ready I met Greyson and my other band mates by the stage. Colton handed me my guitar and I strapped up, getting ready for the roar of screaming fans that were waiting for us. “Don’t you just love this?” Greyson asked, slapping his hand on my shoulder. He got off on all the screaming chicks and the attention that came along with being in a band. I was in it for the music. For the rush you get when you sing your heart out and strum the strings of the guitar so hard you think they might snap. “Check out the blonde with the tits in the front.” “Which one?” Greyson laughed. “Who you think? Cas’s number one fan. The chick that’s at all the shows.” Colton angled his head to the end of the stage on the left. There she was in all her glory, wearing a small, gray halter and jeans so tight they looked like they were painted on. I’ve seen her at almost every show and each one she wore something tighter than the last. Greyson nudged me in the ribs. “You gonna hit that tonight?” “Wait, you telling me you haven’t fucked her yet?” Colton fiddled with his drumsticks. “He just didn’t want to scare off his number one fan by showing her he’s got more talent on stage then he does in the sack.” I flipped Greyson off as he took the stage, followed by Colton and then me. The roar of the fans pounded in my ears as I stood before the mic. Colton counted off with his drumsticks…one, two, three. He twirled his stick between his fingers and then slammed them down starting our first song. We were just a small time rock band – popular on the local circuit. We played gigs all around town and were booked for most of the summer. We wrote our own music and sometimes did covers, but most of it was ours that we played. The crowd loved us and by the end of the night I was always drenched head to toe with sweat. I always brought extra clothes so I could change out of the sopping wet ones. The sensation I felt every time we played was unlike anything I could describe. I was on a natural high and I never wanted to come down, but when the lights dimmed and the crowd subsided I knew it was time to come back to reality.  
By the time the last band played their last set, I had downed a fifth of Patron and had the cute blonde with the tight jeans secured nicely on my lap. She was the one feeding me the shots all night, encouraged by my friends. The tequila was slowly making it’s way through my system and I knew if I didn’t seal the deal with this chick soon, I would be too out of it to even function. I slipped my hand around her hip pulling her tighter against me while the other hand slid up her inner thigh. She turned to me with a lazy smile, letting me know she was probably just as drunk as I was. “You ready to get out of here?” She bit her lip and nodded her head as she stroked the back of my neck with her long finger nails. I gave her thigh a squeeze before patting her on the behind. “Just gotta pay my tab first.” She stood up, allowing me to stand. I made my way over to the bar and waited to get the bartender’s attention. It was last call so I knew I would be here for a bit. I took a seat on one of the stools while I waited. I watched the girls as they rushed back and forth trying to fulfill everyone’s orders. One of the reasons I liked this place so much was because all the bartenders were girls and they all had to wear very small uniforms that showed a lot of skin. Half the girls were either dressed in black or red leather shorts that just barely covered their asses with matching halter tops. Others wore tiny white dresses that were cut so short that if they bent over you got full view of everything they had going on underneath, but most of the girls wore shorts. Everyone one of them had a different color wig on and so much makeup you didn’t know what was real and what was hidden behind the mask of colored shadow. “Hey sweetie!” I turned my head to the sugary sounding voice. I smiled at the cheery face before me. “Hey Declan.” She leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek. “Do you need something?” “Just you.” She rolled her big blue eyes and pushed on my chest. “Save it for the white trash you got waiting for you over at the table.” “Declan I’m hurt. Really I am.” She gave me another eye roll before setting her tray of shots on the bar. “When are you going to stop taking home all these skanks? I can tell you now, once she scrapes off all that war paint there will be nothing left but a whole bunch of ugly.” I pinched her chin between my thumb and forefinger turning her head back and forth. “You’re one to talk.” She slapped my hand away. “I have to, it’s my job. That clown does it because she knows she ain’t got nothin’ going on but a pair of tits and a tight ass.” I raised my brows at her. She swatted my arm and narrowed her eyes at me. I laughed, putting my arms up in surrender. “I never said I was picky and you know I don’t take them to my house.” “I know. You make them take you to their place or the fraternity house so that way you can sneak out on them or get one of the guys to get rid of them for you.” I shrugged my shoulders. She wasn’t wrong. “You know you’re a real class A piece of shit.” “Yeah, but you still love me.” She crossed her arms over her small but perky chest, making them pop up even more in her low cut dress. I gave her my pouty lip causing the corner of her mouth to twitch slightly. “Stop it,” she growled. I grabbed her and pulled her close to me. She squealed and tried to shove me away. “You’re going to get me in trouble.” I stole a kiss on the cheek before I let her go and caught a glimpse of the blonde who was waiting for me. Her eyes were narrowed into slits as she glared at me from the table. Shit. “Hey, can I get my tab.” “Yeah, just give me a sec.” She dipped underneath the bar and searched through the pile of receipts. Declan was the only girl who put up with my shit – besides my sisters – and gave it right back to me. I met her our freshman year of college and spent the first month trying to get in her pants. She’s a cute, tiny redhead, with killer legs, and smile that could bring any man to their knees. She’s beautiful and smart and the only girl I haven’t slept with. Declan claims she never slept with me because she was too smart to fall for my bullshit. But we both knew, given time, it would have happened. It almost did. The only thing that stopped me from bending her over my couch was because Colton, my best friend, pulled me aside and told me he had a crush on her. So out of respect for him I backed off. Now Declan is more like a sister to me and I would do anything to protect her. I felt a hand slip across my shoulder. “You ready soon?” It was the blonde. I really should have gotten her name. She might have given it to me earlier in the night but by this stage she would be lucky if I could remember her face in the morning. With her this close up I was starting to think it was probably better if I didn’t. “This might take a minute. Why don’t you go have another drink at the table and I’ll be there in a few.” “Hey Cas, who is the tab under?” Declan turned around with several papers shoved in her hands. The...