CHAPTER 3

Nora's pov

It's been days since the incident with Jake and it still feels like yesterday.

I've been seeing his Instagram with pictures of him and my sister and good Lord!! it only makes my blood boils the more. It feels like the injury keeps reopening every passing day.

He has blocked my main Instagram handle and isn't aware I have another Instagram with a fake name. While he's busy sending me apologitic note, he's also busy galavanting the town with my sister.

Here I thought there was a chance of redemption for him,obviously there isn't. To add more salt to my injury Emma keeps sending me photos of both of them in bed, which by the way is 'yuck'.

I don't even want to think about her Instagram post and her tweets.

What's even more annoying is the fact that never for ones in our eight months of dating did the asshole post a picture of me.

I'm certainly being very pitiful right now, I know, but I really can't help it. I brought my pillow to my face and screamed my lungs into it. Laying flat on my back, I kept staring at the ceiling, thousands of thoughts running through my head.

Minutes later I heard a knock on my door. I and Jessica live in a two bedroom apartment,and we've both shared an apartment since college.

I walked sluggishly to the door sighting a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My hair is a total mess, traces of eye bags could be seen and my skin looks pale from the absence of sunlight.

"Ooh boy this isn't good" I muttered to myself.

I opened the door to the sight of Jessica leaning on it.

"OMG Nora you can pass off as a vampire right now" she said pushing her way into the room.

I walked behind her saying nothing and just jumped right back into my bed.

"No no no no, you've had enough of this bed, it's Friday night and everyone is going to party. Get your pitiful ass out of this bed and let's go out" she said standing akimbo at the edge of my bed.

"I'm not in the mood to party Jessica" I said, a frown forming on my forehead.

"That's not an issue, the mood can be easily fixed with a bottle of tequila, now get the fuck up from that bed before I do it myself" Unfortunately all of what she said fell to deaf ears cause I literally hugged on my pillow even more.

Like flash the pillow was dragged from underneath me and my legs were pulled out of the bed.

" Okay okay okay, I'll go. You don't have to be aggressive." I said stopping her halfway from almost landing my butt on the floor.

"Now that's the spirit, get dressed we'll be leaving in thirty minutes" she said before walking out of my room.

I was speechless and just sat at the edge of my bed for some minutes before picking up the courage to walk to the mirror.

Jessica was certainly not wrong about the vampire thing. I could land myself a role with this look if I auditioned.

I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower which made my muscles less tensed.

Started off with my hair and applied a little bit of makeup. And when I walked to my wardrobe I realized I had mourn my broken relationship enough. Is high time I come out and get a life for myself. I picked out one of the skimpiest dresses I had. It was a red dress which had brought out my chestnut brown coloured hair. I wore a red lipstick to compliment the look and a strap up heel.

"At this rate the party will be over before we get there Nora." Jessica's voice echoed in the corridor.

"Few seconds please." I walked out after touching my face one last time and checking if I was good to go.

Jessica who was on her phone looked up and gave a nod of approval. "You're looking gorgeous girl, certainly gonna get heads turning tonight"

I smiled as we both walked out of the door. We drove to a club in down,that is famous to be a club for the elite, it's definitely one of the hottest place to be on a Friday night.

Ray's pov

I kept nodding my head to the sound of the music. Legs crossed and a glass of wine in my hand. My week was one hell of a stressful week.

I landed in town earlier today and decided to chill out in the club. Have been out of town for a while now and for a second, have forgotten what a wonderful place Boston is. There are a lot of people on the dance floor but no one has caught my attention yet.

I just decided to focus on the pole dancers who were clearly trying to show off their skills. One of them winked at me trying to get my attention. Too bad I don't like red hair girls, the disco light clearly not doing justice to her makeup.

While I was still lost in my thoughts this young lady walked into the club with a friend, I suppose. I was seated on a couch at one end of the club, this was a spot that will give you a clear view of who was coming into the club, the lighting in the entrance is better because of security reasons, that way the CCTV camera will be able to tell who came in and who left.

The red dress she wore clinged to her hour glass shape, her skin so fair and white that one will be so tempted to run their hands on. The slit on her gown showing her smooth long legs down to the silver heels she had on.

My eyes scanned her body from her legs up to her face. The heels were just the perfect fit. The gown she had on had a tiny strap that gives the illusion of falling off and expose the perfect sets of boobs ever. Her confidence and grace was indeed very captivating.

I couldn't help but stare as she made her way to the counter, her long hair swaying with each step. Her red dress giving a fresh rose feeling.

As she ordered a shot, I found myself captivated by her laughter and the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the club. I watched, as she danced with her friend, her body swaying to the rhythm of the music.

I had to call one of my boys who was sitting not too far "Who is that young lady ?" I asked when he came closer.

"I have never seen her here before sir" he replied

"Okay that's fine" I said waving him off.

"If you want me to get information on her I'll do so" he added.

"Don't bother for now, I'll get the information I need myself."

I kept watching her as she danced on the dance floor and when she returned to the counter to get a drink for herself, I saw a chance and walked up beside her.

"Something to drink please" I heard the sweetest and most melodious voice have heard. The bar attendant gave her the drink and she responded with a thanks.

"Can I get the same as the young lady" she turned at me surprise clearly hitched on her face

"Sure" the bar tender said.

I turned facing her and said"You look like you're trying to forget something."

She turned to me, her eyes locking with mine. "That's the plan," she said, her voice husky. "I had a hell of a week."

I raised an eyebrow. "What could make a beautiful young lady like you want to forget?"

"I just met you and don't even know you, what made you think I'll start telling you my problems ?"

"Well maybe because I'm so approachable and you look like you'd like to talk to someone" she rolled her eyes at my response clearly not buying anything am saying.

I watched as she took another sip from her drink "Well even if I want to talk to someone it would be someone I know, not someone in a club ordering the same drink as me."

"Well there's the saying that goes, is better to share your problems with a stranger than a friend, atleast you'd be certain they won't use it against you." I said shrugging.

"You are so persistent aren't you?" She said her face forming a tiny smile.

"Well my friends say that about me alot."

She sighed, taking another sip off her drink. "Well if you must know, Let's just say I caught my boyfriend cheating on me with my step-sister. On the night of his birthday, same birthday I spent weeks planning. The motherfucker said he won't be home and I shouldn't come yet, not knowing the reason was because he already made plans to sleep with her. What's even more annoying is the fact that it was all part of my sister's plan, a fucken set up."

My expression turned sympathetic. "Sorry to hear that. Whoever your ex is, he doesn't know what he's lost."

She laughed, a hint of bitterness in her voice. "Tell me about it." She said rolling her eyes.

I shook my head. "Like I said, he's an asshole. But I'm glad you're here, forgetting your troubles. I'm Raymond, by the way. Ray for short."

She smiled, extending her hand. "Nora. Nice to meet you, Mr Ray."

I chuckled, taking her hand in mine. "Please, call me Ray. 'Mr Ray' makes me sound like I'm 100 years old."

Nora's eyes sparkled as she laughed. "You don't look a day over 35, Ray."

I grinned, "Thanks, I get that a lot. But I'm actually 40."

Nora's eyes widened in surprise. "No way! You don't look it at all."

I shrugged, "Good genes, I guess. But how old are you, Nora?"

Nora leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Old enough to know better, but young enough to not give a damn."

I laughed, my eyes locked in hers. "I like your style, Nora. Let's forget about our troubles and enjoy the night, shall we?"

We both clinked our glasses together, downed the content and hit the dance floor.