Chapter 2

Prologue

Nicolas

I was standing at my floor to ceiling window in my Upper West Side apartment looking at the light snow falling from the sky. I’m a very successful CEO of my dad’s company at the age of 34 I never had anyone that got in the way of my success and I will never have a wife, fiancé or children for that matter. I’m known as the ultimate bachelor / playboy. I probably deserve that nick name and believe me I live up to it. I never have the same women on my arm never and they are all super models I’ll probable soon have to look for another profession but dancers were out, I hate dancers absolutely hate them. Why am I so passionate about that well it goes back to my Uni days? I was actually in love with a dancer we talked about everything our hopes and dreams everything the white picket fence the dog, children, holiday vacations absolutely everything. I would have given that women absolutely everything I had, but she ripped my heart out of my chest and I could never get it back. She just one day disappeared from my life without a word, she even changed her cellphone number and moved like in half a day. I saw her the morning and that afternoon when I went around her place to get her for dinner, she was gone with no letter nothing. I’m not sure why I’m thinking of it now, but then if I’m totally honest with myself this time of year get’s difficult for me because I always imagined us together for every special occasion or should I say for everything but after she ripped my heart out, I became the ultimate bachelor and playboy. NO serious relationships for me anymore or ever I never ever want to get hurt like that ever again.

As I was standing there, I was feeling troubled like something bad or good I’m not sure what was about to happen I couldn’t put my finger on the feeling I had. And I had no idea why I felt so restless I just had Carmen or was it Camilla in my bed and fucked her every way possible I’m supposed to be relaxed, Carmen or Camilla whatever her name was, was getting ready to escort me to the Christmas Ball at The Metropolitan Museum of Art and I’m saying escorting me because we already had sex after the Ball she’s getting in a cab or maybe I’ll get her an Uber black and she can go back to her own place. I saw her reflection approaching me from the back she was swaying her hips trying to tempt me to take her again. She was wearing a shiny black dress with a slit that probable came up to her panty line, how she got in that dress only she will know. I knew the tricks of the models they always want to tempt you with more sex to be a permanent future in your life but that doesn’t work for me. Don’t get me wrong I will take it but I won’t take her to another function again nor would I invite her over again. She moved with her hands up my back feeling my muscles tense beneath my tux’s shirt. She must have thought it was a good thing but really, I was just tense, she turned me around and kissed me with her high heels she’s just as tall as me. She tried to deepen the kiss but I stopped her “We have to go.” “But…” “We have to go. I don’t like being late.”

We went down to the limousine that was waiting for us, needless to say I tried to keep her of me the whole ride, I’m really not a modest guy so I will say I’m sexy as fuck and I work hard to keep it that way I run through Central Park 3 times a week and I gym at my apartment. I’m 6 ft, blue eyes and blond hair some people will say I have the look of a surfer boy I just think this is how I look and I work it. Then I can charm your pants of with just a few words. But enough of me. We arrived at The Metropolitan Museum of Art; the Paparazzi was ready to take photos of whoever gets out of the vehicles. As soon as they saw my blond hair the camera’s started to flash and screaming questions at me “Is this the one you are going to settle down with?” “Aren’t you tired of being alone?” To that I had an answer off course “I’m never alone have you ever seen me alone at an event.” And then I ignored them we let them take a few photos of us before we walked into the Museum. We were standing around drinking champagne when I saw a red head with a green gown from the back. It was like someone threw cold water over me because I was sure that was Nicol the girl that left me heart broken in Uni. I couldn’t be too sure because I didn’t see her from the front but I will never forget the way she walked and that hair I swore I will never date a red head ever in my life again but I knew that hair I knew that body. Carmen or Camilla saw the change in me “are you okay?” she asked “Yes will you excuse me for a minute?” I didn’t wait for her to answer me I just walked away. I wanted to see if it was Nicol but I didn’t want her to see me. I walked to one corner of the hall and tried to find her in the crowed it wasn’t too difficult not with that hair. I think when I saw her face I turned white out of pure shock it was her and she just got more beautiful than when I last saw her 12 years ago.

Everything in me wanted to walk to her to find out why she left me, what she was up to for the past 12 years did she open her ballet studio? But more than that I wanted to hurt her I wanted to hurt her like she hurt me. So that is exactly what I did I went to find Carmen or Camilla now I probable have to admit I can’t remember her name. “I want to introduce you to someone. But I’m going to admit I forgot your name.” “No problem darling my name is Karen.” Fuck where did I find the name Carmen or Camilla but clearly, she thought me introducing her to someone meant I will stick with her. I took her by the arm and turned on the charm, when I reached Nicol, I tapped her on the shoulder when she turned around, I could see the shock on her face. “I thought it was you.” I said smiling at her but my eyes were telling a totally different story. “Nicolas” “Nicol so nice to see you again after 12 years.” I had to get that jab in. “It is.” “I want you to meet my date, Karen. Karen this is Nicol an old friend from my university days.” The look on Karen’s face was priceless “I thought you don’t like red heads.” Was the only thing she said. Then Nicol looked at me and I could see there was tears in her eyes. “If you’ll excuse me.” Then she basically ran out of the museum I don’t even think she took her coat. Well, I got what I wanted. I wanted to hurt her and I did. It didn’t feel nearly as good as I thought it would.