Always been mine!

CHAPTER TWENTY

Bonnie: "so he kissed you and left you just like that?"

Me: "b***h, it's your fault for leaving me behind for your new d**k!" I screamed into my cell.

B:"Mumba was there!" She answered in defense.

Me:"lol. You should have seen her flirting with that Christopher guy. She didn't even see me leave or call. Am sure last night was productive on her part." I laughed and bonnie joined in.

B:"that's what happens when you try to find a replacement for me. She's even worse than me."

Me:"babe, no one can replace you! You're the true definition of my left bum!" I put my bowl of cereal down on the table. "So, who is this guy you're dating that you don't want me to meet?"

B:"Who said I don't want you to meet him? He's just a bit busy with work and all plus I think it's s not yet the right time to introduce him to anyone."

Me:"even me? I thought, I am not just anyone!"

B:"of course not. You're special. You'll meet him soon."

Me:"fine! How long is he here for? This is your final year in school, right!"

We chatted about a few other girly things and hung up.

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Author's pov.

When Ronald looks up, she’s sitting on her doorstep, her eyes fixed on his car. He can see the tightness in her jaw from where he's sitting, and he knows s**t is about to hit the fan. Here comes his ass-kicking for last night.

Nikki:"I thought you weren't going to come."

Him:"why not? Its only 4:30p.m. I always keep my promises."

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Nikki's POV

I look into his back seat and notice a black backpack, "your parents home?" I asked smiling.

Him:"They live in Emmasdale. Not with me!" He answered fists clenched."Why would you think I am a mama's boy?

Me:“your back pack. By the way, You’re a d**k, Ronald.”

He smiled. “I know, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to f**k you by the end of the week.”

So I made a bet with him. If in one week he proves to be a great guy, I'll f**k him. It's just s*x, right?

Me:“You’re still so sure, aren’t you?”

Him:“If I don’t have my certainty, I don’t have much of anything, babe. Don’t shatter my dreams.”

Me:“Fine, you stay in your delusional little bubble, and I’ll stay in the real world.”

His lips curled. “What happens when they collide?”

I rested my hand on his cheek. “Then you’re going to be very, very disappointed.”

He laughed and sit back down but didn’t let go of my hand. “What are you doing now?”

Me:“Nothing.”

Him:“Good. I’m taking you on a date.”

Me:“Not outside, you’re not.”

Him:“Hey.” He run his thumb across my bottom lip. “Trust me. Okay?”

Me:“That’s what I’m afraid of doing.”

What the hell was I thinking? Agreeing to go in public with him? Sure. Let’s go on a date with the hottest man in the city. The biggest cassanova. Let’s do that!

Ugh. My mind wasn’t in control. My hormones were. And hormones control my body, and they’re impulsive little bastards.

The only reason I agreed to let him have this week is because he agreed to leave me alone. But I didn't want him to leave me alone. My friends were right, I've moaned about the loss of a d**k for five good years. So much time wasted over a fool.

I put a brown wig on my head.

“This is dumb.” Ronald grinned. “But you don’t look like you, so it’s okay.”

“Great. I’ll get to see myself in the papers tomorrow referred to as a mystery woman. I love that.”

“Better than you being associated with me, huh?”

There was a little bitterness in his tone, and I winced a little. “It’s not like that, and you know it.”

Him:“No, I don’t know that.”

I grabbed his hand and stopped him before we got the tickets. “Well, i am not going to be another girl on your list."

He nodded. “All right. Come on.” He got our tickets and we stepped into the theater. “I can’t believe I’m taking you to watch a movie.”

“It’s my favorite!” I nudged his elbow.

His mouth spread into a beaming grin. “Tangled? Of all movies or rather cartoons? Smooth, huh?”

Me:“Yeah, now we go in and you shut up.”

“Excuse me, are you Ronald Mwamba?” A little boy looked up at him.

R:“Sure am,” he replied.

Boy:“Can I get an autograph?” The little boy shoved a pad at him.

“Sure, buddy.” He leaned down and scribbled on the autograph book. The little boy’s mom asked for a picture, and Ronald agreed, putting his arm around the boy’s shoulders.

I smiled, putting my hands in the pockets of my shorts.

He was a jackass almost all of the time, but he had another side. That was clear to see, because he now had a small crowd of kids around him asking for an autograph and a picture.

But he didn’t complain. He didn’t ask for peace or to be left alone. He signed every book, smiled for every picture, and hugged every kid.