Beautiful PRICK by Sophia Kenzie Read Free Book Online

even be there.
    “You were telling me about your boyfriend.” Johnny leans
forward on his elbows.
     
    But I wasn’t. I hadn’t brought up Nick at all. I knowwhat he isdoing, he isbaiting me.
     
    “I was not telling you about my boyfriend.”
    “You were about to.”
     
    That freaking accent…his freaking smile…his freaking
whiter-than-white teeth…What am I suppose to do with all that.
     
    The waitress sets our drinks down. I attempt to refuse it,
but to no avail. He already ordered it.
     
    I stare at the glass, telling myself that although he
ordered it, I don’t need to drink it. I feel bad because it’s sitting there and
I don’t want it to be a waste.
     
    I mean, there are thirsty kids in Africa, right?
     
    Wait, that’s not how that works.
     
    Whatever… I take a sip.
     
    “Nick is… well, he’s interesting.”
    “So you are telling me about your boyfriend?”
    I coyly look to the ceiling, and then shrug my shoulders. “I
guess I am.”
     
    We talk about the normal things: what he does, how we met,
why he didn’t come to L.A. with me… all things that make me really frustrated
after a few drinks.
     
    “He just…” I put my head in my hands. “He doesn’t get me.”
     
    I take another sip of my drink as I find myself in the drunk
stage of contemplating my life. This is never a good stage, at least for
me. I think about all the time I’ve wasted trying to get to the point I’m
currently at, and for what? What have I really accomplished?
     
    I’ve written a few articles for a comedy site and a silly
little short that barely left my Facebook page. That’s really it. I can’t claim
pride for anything my name is attached to.
     
    Wow, I’m no fun right now. I need to go home.
     
    “I need to go home.” I quickly down the rest of my drink and
set the empty glass as far away as my hand will reach.
    “You’re not going home.” His hand is on top of mine.
     
    I allow it.
     
    “Why aren’t you drunk?” I turn my head at him.
     
    My inhibitions are completely gone, as I reach back across
the table and instead grab his drink. I put the glass to my lips and take a
sip.
     
    What the hell?
     
    “This is soda water.”
    “Yup.” Johnny nods as a smile appears on his face.
    “I thought we were going out for a drink.” I’m angry now. I
feel as though I’ve been played.
    “We did go out for a drink. My drink is just non-alcoholic.”
    “Why?” I know my voice is loud, but I can’t seem to quiet
down.
    “Caroline, I’m on a strict diet. Alcohol has a lot of
calories.”
     
    Here’s the thing. It makes sense: he’s been really good
about his diet. It could be genuine: he’s invested in his routine. But however
he’s saying it, makes him seem like he was planning this reveal the entire
time. He got me drunk, and he’s in complete control.
     
    Dick.
     
    “Well, I’m going home.”
    “You’re not. There’s no way you’re driving like this.” He
wraps his fingers in mine. I can’t peel myself from his grip.
    “Then I’ll walk.”
    “It’s too late, and you live too far.” He calmly announces.
    “You don’t know where I live.” I smile, thinking I have won.
    “I saw your address when I got you that new contract.”
     
    Damn. He has an answer for everything.
     
    “Then I’ll take a cab.” I try again to pull my hand from
his. His face doesn’t even twitch, but I know he’s enjoying himself.
    “You left your bag in my trailer.”
     
    I look around for my bag, but it’s not there. He’s right. In
my annoyed state from missing out on my night to take a bath, I must have left
my bag on the table in his trailer.
     
    Not only had he planned on this, but he had planned on this.
What kind of games was he used to playing?
     
    I purse my lips together and prepare to fight. “Well, then
I’ll just walk back to the studio and get it.”
    He shakes his head. “Your badge is in your bag.”
    “Dude! What are you doing to me?”
     
    He narrows his