Taste you, p.1
Taste You, page 1
Copyright © 2023 Laura Golightly
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CONTENT
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
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Hey there, fellow bookworms! Just a heads up, if you prefer stories that take their sweet time, this turbocharged novella might not be your cup of tea. We’re talking warp speed here, guys! Buckle up and prepare to rev those imagination engines because this baby is all about keeping up with the quick and the curious. So, fair warning, don’t go leaving a grumpy review because the plot jumps around like a caffeinated kangaroo. That’s the whole point, my friends! It’s a quick read, and we’re in it for the thrill ride!
Now, let me address the heat in the room. This book is packing some serious spice, my dear readers. We’re talking explicit scenes that might make you blush brighter than a ripe tomato. So, if your comfort zone isn’t ready for that sizzle, it’s probably best to leave this one on the shelf. No judgment, folks! Just don’t go roasting the book for being too hot to handle. It’s all part of the plan, my spicy literature aficionados. Get ready to turn up the heat and enjoy the ride!
The triggers:
This story contains a discussion about the topic of cancer which may be distressing for some readers.
Taste You
Chapter One
Nick
The shrill ring of my phone rudely awakens me from my slumber. With a groggy effort, I turn over and grope for it, squinting at the screen as Maya’s name illuminates before me. Suddenly, my body tenses, the haze of sleep dissipating as I hastily answer the call.
“Nick, Nick, I need your help. Come over right away,” Maya’s urgent voice pierces through the phone.
“What’s going on?” Confusion swirls in my mind as I scramble to my feet, my hand reflexively rubbing my temples. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. It’s just that John is coming to see me in thirty minutes, and I want you there with me.”
My jaw clenches, my words strained as they escape through gritted teeth. “Seriously? You’re calling me at eight a.m. on a Saturday to tell me you want me to meet your ex-boyfriend? I thought your house was on fire or something, damn it.” I exhale sharply, collapsing back onto the bed.
“Nick, I’m dead serious. I need you to be at my place within thirty minutes. John needs to see you there,” Maya’s voice grows somber, slicing through my irritation.
“But why?” I yawn, weariness oozing from every fiber of my body. “It’s way too damn early for him to show up, and why the hell is he even coming? Didn’t you guys break up, like, a month ago?”
“He’s coming to collect some of his crap that he left at my place,” Maya replies.
“Why the hell do you need me there for something like that? Can’t you handle it on your own?” I grumble, my frustration mounting.
“Because... because...” Maya’s voice trails off, faltering. “Because I told him we’re dating.”
My eyes widen in disbelief. “What the hell, Maya? Why would you pull a stunt like that?”
“I just needed him off my back. I’m done with him, and I couldn’t think of any other way to shut him down. So, I let it slip that I’m seeing someone, and your name slipped out when he asked who.”
“God damn it!” I groan, tossing and turning in my bed. “You know I’m already on edge. Today’s a huge day for me—I’m planning to propose to Maggie.”
“I know, Nick. I’m sorry,” Maya’s voice quivers. “But it’s just an hour of play-pretend. I need your help to keep John away from me. Please, don’t leave me to handle this mess alone.”
“You know I can’t turn you down,” I sigh, a wry smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Thanks!” she exclaims cheerfully, her voice suddenly brimming with renewed energy. “Oh, and don’t forget to freshen up with a quick shower. And dress your best, too.”
“You little troublemaker, assuming everyone’s as disheveled as you,” I playfully tease.
“Oh, really?” she gasps. “Get ready for a punch in the face when I see you.”
I chuckle at her playful threat. “I’d like to see you try. Do you want your supposed new boyfriend to meet your ex with a black eye?”
“Alright, fine,” she sighs, her voice tinged with a smile. “You have a point there. Just hurry up, I’m waiting for you.”
“Okay, I’ll hop in the shower real quick and make my way over.”
“See you then. Bye!” her voice rings with cheerfulness as we bid each other farewell.
Maya and I have been inseparable since we were six years old, our unbreakable friendship spanning an impressive twenty-two years. It’s always been strictly platonic, never crossing the boundary into something more. But deep down, a burning desire has simmered within me to transform our connection into something intimate, something far from platonic. So, pretending to be her boyfriend for a while can be a tad perplexing. Especially today, as it marks a monumental day for me—I’m proposing to Maggie, my partner of a whole year.
However, this is Maya we’re talking about.
My Maya.
And when she reaches out to me for help, I simply can’t resist. I never have, and I never will, no matter what personal milestone I’m chasing. I’m all too aware of the relentless torment John has inflicted on her since their breakup, and I can’t bear to witness her struggle with his toxic presence without stepping in to shield her.
I peel myself off the bed, my body yearning for a refreshing shower to kickstart the day. Water cascades down, revitalizing my senses as it dances on my skin. I slip into a crisp white shirt and slide into my go-to pair of reliable jeans. The July sun beats down through the windows, casting its scorching rays, but I embrace it wholeheartedly.
Taking a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror, I deftly comb my hair and snatch my keys, carefully securing the precious wedding ring in my pocket. Best to keep it close—I’m spending the day with Maggie, and it’s wise to have the ring within reach, just in case.
With a smooth turn of the ignition, I settle into the driver’s seat of my car, grabbing my phone to shoot a quick message to Maggie. ‘Good morning, babe. How was your party last night?’ I tap the send button as the engine hums to life. Maggie is a certified party enthusiast, exuding an infectious energy that I find irresistibly captivating.
Parking in front of Maya’s house, I step out, bending down to retrieve the discreet spare key hidden beneath a potted plant. It has become our little ritual—a mutual trust that allows me to come and go as I please, just as she does at my place. Inserting the key into the lock, I twist it and gently push open the door. And there she stands, hands on her hips, a smile gracing her lips. Clad in denim shorts and a vibrant pink shirt adorned with the iconic Barbie logo, she effortlessly exudes a sense of cool. Her short, lustrous brown locks cascade in enchanting waves, and her lips shimmer with pink gloss. Stepping into the threshold, I close the distance between us.
“Morning, Maya,” I greet, making a beeline for the kitchen. “Did you grab breakfast?”
“Morning, pretty boy,” she cheerfully responds, following me into the kitchen. “Here, I whipped up a sandwich for you.” With a casual pat on my shoulder, she retrieves a generously-sized sandwich from the microwave.
“Ah, you always know how to satisfy my hunger,” I quip, grinning. “I mean, gotta fuel up before this epic boyfriend act. It’s a demanding gig, you know?” expecting her playful banter in return, I’m taken aback when a shy smile graces her lips, her cheeks blushing a delicate shade of red.
Carefully, Maya deftly slices the sandwich in half. “Here you go,” she whispers, locking her gaze with mine. There’s a glimmer of something more in her captivating brown eyes, leaving me breathless. I almost gasp, but quickly swallow it down, simply extending my hand to accept the sandwich.
I take a bite, relishing the delectable flavors Maya has conjured. “So, what’s the game plan?” I inquire, mouth still partially filled.
She shrugs nonchalantly. “No specific instructions, really. Just be by my side and keep John from engaging with me. Don’t let him get under my skin, and make it clear that you’re my guy now.”
“Consider it done. I’ll be your undercover boyfriend for the day,” I declare with determination, taking another bite of the sandwich. “But seriously, why the heck is he showing up so early in the morning?”
Maya shrugs again. “I think he mentioned something about catching an early flight or some excuse like that. Honestly, I wasn’t really paying attention,” she says, b
Raising an eyebrow, curiosity seizes hold of me. “Is that him calling?” I ask, my suspicion evident.
She shakes her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Nah, it’s Jennifer pestering me about work stuff. She wants me to remind you to check your email. Seems like there are some urgent documents she wants you to review.”
I roll my eyes, frustration tainting my voice. “I’m not diving into emails on the weekend, and I certainly won’t be sifting through any damn documents.”
Maya pours me a refreshing glass of orange juice from the fridge, her gaze steady. “Well, if you’re still gunning for that coveted promotion, maybe it’s worth considering what Jennifer asks. Just saying.”
I sigh, reluctantly conceding. “You might have a point. But seriously, can’t people grasp the concept of a day off? After a grueling week at work, all I want is some peace and relaxation.”
She ponders for a moment before speaking. “Alright, I can ask her to forward the documents to my email, and I’ll handle them myself.”
“Ah, Maya, sounds like you’re eyeing that promotion for yourself, huh?” I take a sip of the orange juice, relishing its tangy sweetness.
She playfully nudges my shoulder, and with a grin, I pull her closer by the waist, electricity coursing through me. Her captivating eyes widen, stealing my breath for an instant. Our proximity ignites a whirlwind of emotions, and her warm breath brushes against my skin, quickening my heartbeat. The enticing scent that envelops her, fresh and alluring, leaves me dizzy.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings, startling us apart. “It must be... John,” she stammers, rushing to answer the door with hurried steps.
I clear my throat, attempting to regain my composure and join Maya by the entrance, adjusting my shirt as I go. John stands at the door, his eyes seething with anger when he spots me. “So, you weren’t lying about being with Nick now,” he snaps, glaring in my direction.
Closing the distance, I loom over him, a firm resolve shining in my eyes. My towering height, honed from my days as a former basketball player, gives me an advantage. “No, she wasn’t lying,” I assert firmly, pulling Maya protectively to my side. “Now gather your things and leave.”
“Is that so?” he retorts, his gaze piercing Maya. “You were fooling around with him behind my back, weren’t you?” his voice grows louder, his grip tightening around her arm. Maya looks at him in shock, desperately trying to break free.
That’s it. I can’t stand idly by any longer. Fury courses through my veins, and in an instant, I push him away from her, unable to contain my rage. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on her,” I roar into his face, my voice reverberating through the room. He attempts to retaliate, throwing a punch my way, but I swiftly counter with a punch of my own, sending him stumbling back, clutching his face in pain. “You’re a damn asshole,” I seethe, my heart pounding in my chest.
Maya swiftly reacts, grabbing a nearby box and hurling it toward him. “Enough is enough,” she shouts, her voice trembling. “Collect your things and get the hell out. I never want to see your face again.”
“Now I’m certain you were fucking him behind my back,” his response drips with venom. The urge to strike him once more surges within me, but Maya grabs hold of my arm, halting my action.
“Nick, no. Enough,” she pleads, shaking her head. “Please, just leave my house,” she implores John.
“Did you hear what she said?” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Get out of here. Now.”
John turns to leave, and I swiftly slam the door shut, severing his presence from Maya’s life. Turning back to her, I’m met with flushed cheeks and tear-filled eyes, breaking my heart. She collapses onto the couch, cradling her head in her hands. I draw closer, sliding next to her and wrapping my arm around her trembling shoulders.
“I can’t believe this,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “He actually thinks I cheated on him with you.” Tears well up in her eyes, and it’s heart-wrenching to witness her pain.
“Don’t let his accusations get under your skin,” I assure her, my grip on her shoulder steady and reassuring. “Let him think whatever he wants. It doesn’t matter.”
“I’m just furious because he twisted the truth and played the victim, just like he always does,” she confides, her voice laced with frustration.
“He won’t have the power to hurt you again. I won’t let him,” I vow.
A small smile graces the corners of Maya’s lips as she reaches out, intertwining her fingers with mine. “I doubt he’ll dare to come near me after the punch you delivered.”
“Let him try,” I reply, playfully nudging her shoulder with mine. “He won’t stand a chance. I’ll always protect you.”
Maya sniffs, her grip on my hand tightening. “I appreciate that. So, what’s your plan now? Are you heading home to rest or staying with me for a while?”
I shake my head, a gentle smile on my face. “Neither. I’m going to spend the entire day with Maggie.”
“Maggie, huh?” she says, folding her arms across her chest.
“It’s been five days since I last saw her,” I explain, my gaze shifting to Maya, who stands up abruptly from the couch.
“I thought you’d spend the day with me, maybe enjoy the beach, and then meet up with her later,” she remarks, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.
As if on cue, my phone buzzes, indicating a message from Maggie. “It’s Maggie,” I announce, glancing down at the screen. “She’s at the beach, a little bit tipsy, and wants me to come and pick her up,” I explain, standing up to leave.
My attention returns to Maya, who trails after me as I make my way toward the door. “So, you’re leaving?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I confirm, leaning against the door. “She needs my help.”
Maya rolls her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “That girl always keeps you on your toes.”
“And that’s exactly why I’m drawn to her,” I admit, my fingers curling around the doorknob.
“Nick, wait!” Maya’s voice rushes out, her hand wrapping around my forearm. We stand there, caught in a moment, our eyes locking with an intensity that steals my breath away. “So, you’re going to propose to her today?” she asks, her gaze flickering to my lips.
I swallow hard, a bundle of overwhelming emotions swirling within me as I struggle to find my voice. “Yeah, I have the ring in my pocket already,” I finally manage to say.
Releasing her grip on my arm, Maya takes a step back, her smile pained. “So, you’ve made up your mind then?” her eyes glisten, as if she’s holding back tears.
I nod slowly, my heart heavy in my chest. “Yeah.”
In a rush of emotions, Maya throws herself into my arms. I hold her tightly against my chest, trying to make sense of the swirling confusion. Lifting her gently off the floor, I bury my face in her hair, breathing in her familiar scent. Gently, I lower her back to the floor, my hand tenderly caressing her cheek, urging her to meet my gaze.
She eases away slightly, a small smile gracing her face. “Congratulations, pretty boy,” she cheers.
“Are you okay?” I inquire, sliding an arm around her waist.
“I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” she sniffs, averting her gaze, toying with her curls.
“Seriously, you don’t seem fine. Do you want me to stay?” I furrow my brow, searching her face for answers.
“No, I’m okay. It’s just... I’m feeling quite emotional, I suppose. I can’t believe you’re getting married already,” she replies, a wide smile masking the sadness in her eyes. “I want you to go now. She must be waiting for you.”
“Alright,” I concede, lingering for a moment before taking my leave.
Maya and I have been best friends since childhood, sharing the same schools, college, and now the same workplace. Our bond runs deep, our connection so strong that I can decipher her thoughts without her uttering a single word. Lately, though, things have taken a complicated turn. I always knew John was no good for her, long before she finally broke free from his toxic grip. The way he treated her always frustrated me. And as for Maya’s feelings about Maggie, they are unmistakable in her eyes, no words necessary.
