Danny adjusted the lens until she got what she was looking for and she pressed on the tiny button that released the shutter. The picture taken, Danny lowered the camera and grinned at her long-suffering model. “That’s all for today, thanks for putting up with me, Michelle. You can go now.”
Michelle heaved a huge sigh of relief and walked off the set and into the dressing room. Danny cradled her camera in her arms and started to unload the film while walking towards her darkroom, which was located off right to the studio. She was totally oblivious to the chaos in her wake; all the technicians were clearing up the mess, righting the battlefield that Danny just left.
Whenever Danny walked into her office, a blast of cool air and the latest songs by the BSB would hit her. Other then that, there was absolutely nothing that reminded her of her summer fling with Nickolas Gene Carter.
She would have dearly liked to have a gigantic picture of him in her office, but that would be too telling. Plus, there was the fact that the pictures of Nick nowadays, didn’t fit with her image of the Nick she remembered three years ago.
The Nick now was hard, calculating, and cold. Not the fun, carefree Nick she knew before. She had successfully killed that man. Being a photographer has its perks; she had models coming in who had news about Nick Carter. The news was restricted to who was currently warming his bed. Danny had to grit her teeth and smile at them, pretending that she didn’t want to slap their faces.
Danny closed the door and leaned against it, hugging the camera close to her chest, savoring Nick’s crisp voice. The same voice which promised her the world three years ago.
That song never fails to touch a raw nerve. It always amazed her how the song, written by Brian, so accurately depicted her feelings for Nick. She loved him so much, so damned much, but there was nothing she could do about it. If the lurid stories she heard about him were half right, he wasn’t the man she fell in love with anymore. He had become a stranger, someone she no longer knew. If that’s the truth, why did she curl up in bed and cry at night? Why cry for a man who was no longer in existence?
The song end along with Danny’s resolve not to cry, she shut her eyes and swallowed hard, feeling the tears run down her cheeks and dripping onto her camera. She was crying again, crying for what she could never have, crying for the rest of her life, where loneliness would rule.
Nick, on the other hand, was feeling another kind of loneliness. The kind of loneliness that only a man so sunk in hell as he could feel. The kind that would never end. Never.
He was dreaming- again. Of that long ago night, the night when he met his doom. The night he met that enchanting vixen who ran circles around him, who made him dream of her even though its been so long.
“Nick,” she called to him, in her clear voice. The voice of an angel, or so he thought at first. “Nick, darling, wake up.”
Nick frowned. She never called him darling and why would she be asking him to wake up? “Danny?” He mumbled and stirred.
Her voice hardened and turned ugly. “You were the best fuck I ever had up till this second! My name,” she shoved him, “is Shirlynn! Not Danny, you damned faggot!” She shoved him again and this time, he was shoved from the bed and onto the floor.
Nick surfaced from his dream, uttering a word so foul that even Shirlynn had to blush. “What was that for?” He asked with deadly calm, his blue eyes frosty as Antarctica. He towered over her, in total accord with his nudity. Shirlynn’s mouth went dry. He was twenty-three, and a damned fine specimen of a man.
The fact that he could be so cold out of bed and so hot in it thrilled her. The fact that he was a skilled lover didn’t hurt too. Shirlynn smiled up at him, her green eyes filling with heat and lust. Slowly, ignoring the cold fury emanating from him, she uncoiled her sleek body from the bed and stood up facing him. Soon, she promised herself, she would turn that ice land into a burning inferno.
She rubbed herself against Nick’s hard body and involuntarily, he responded. Shirlynn grinned. Two minutes later, she was moaning.
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