You Can't Buy My Love
Chapter 2: 2: Check, Please
Nolan's POV
"Nolan!" Someone yelled rather loudly.
"What?" I said sleepily. I opened my eyes, the room was hot and bright. I lived in a kick-ass apartment, with a killer view of the city, but while the view was amazing, it was nearly impossible to sleep in.
Still half asleep, I grabbed the baseball cap on my nightstand and put it on my face, in an attempt to shield my eyes. Next to me, I felt a warm body stir.
"You were talking in you sleep," Olivia -- no, Bianca -- said.
"Yeah, sorry." I rubbed my eyes and focused them on the woman beside me. She was brunette and pretty -- generic. "I was dreaming," I said, looking into her brown eyes. God I love girls with brown eyes. I really lucked up this time.
kind of dream?" She smiled brightly,
the lips. I didn't know her, but
I turned our bodies so that I was on top of her and her legs wrapped around my waist.
from the nightstand. Isn't this a great start
perceive how it was last night, Bianca told me she was hungry, so I decided to take her
least I could do. I threw on a leather jacket then helped her in hers. I could be sweet when I wanted to be. Which
I parked my Mercedes Benz. I turned off the engine, and rushed to the other side to open her door. She smiled
this is a date? I clinched at the very thought, disgusted. Eek. Dates equal relationships. Which, I happen to despise. I don't understand why people always have to complicate everything with "love". Don't they understand that
me, her brown eyes sparkling, and I half smiled back. She looked so happy it almost made me regret having to finish something that I didn't particularly start. Geez, you'd think. As many times as I've done this it'll make things easier. But, it's not. It's not really