Unapologetically Nessa, page 1
Unapologetically Nessa
Dedication
Thank you to my readers:
None of this is truly possible without you. Thank you for following me on this journey and to many more with you beside me.
Table of Contents
Shots!
Awkward
Greyson
Disaster Date
Lightweight
It was ONE Drink
Calliope
What to Wear?
Date Night
Bridget
Nightcap
Day Date
Sample World
Confrontation
Night at the Bar
Sad Song
Delusional
Briar
Sweet Revenge
The Aftermath
Nothing to Talk About
Party Time
Caught
I Warned YOU
Tears
Hello, Kayden
Who Is He?
This Time it’s Different
Guess What…
Tease
You’re a What?!
A Last Wild Night
The Future Mrs. Grey
Get Ready
Wow...
Mine
Forever Etched
Into the Future
*Warning: Contains strong language/adult situations*
This is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Shots!
“Wooooo! Spring Break, bitches! Hey sexy, get me six shots of tequila for me and my best friend here!”
I decided to up the ante by leaning over in my skintight little black dress, with its sheer paneling in all the right places, showcasing my amazing set of tits.
I bring it home by gently biting my crimson-stained lip, “Please…” I say watching him adjust himself as he sets the glasses in front of me. I smile as he pours the amber liquid into the crystal glasses. As he finishes, I reach into my bra to pull out the cash, but he holds his hand up.
“No charge, beautiful.”
Nice, well I have to give him something.
I grab him by his neck and pull his lips to mine. He tastes like mint with a hint of tobacco, a smoker…eh, I can deal with that. He can puff away after the amazing sex session I’m sure we’d have.
I pull back and smile, “Thanks, lover boy.” I jot down my number on a napkin, press it against his rock-solid abs and drag it down into his pants…and not his pockets. He gasps at my bold move.
“Don’t lose it, you only get one chance.” I wink before he attends to the next customer. Maybe I’ll have some fun tonight after all.
I look over to my best friend Kam, she is definitely drunk, for her, painfully so. She’s such a lightweight, Goddess help her, but she tries to hang on for me.
“Nessa, I don’t know if I can down three more, I can feel my liver dying!”
I pass her a single shot and cradle the remainder, “Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll take the rest.”
I slam down the first two before I feel the hands of someone wrap around my waist. I can’t see him, so I use Kam as my eyes. She looks him over and nods her head in approval, which means he’s hot, so I turn around to see a tall drink of water with dark hair and smoldering eyes. His rough hands squeeze my sides as he asks me to dance. I agree but slide over my remaining shots to Kam. “Watch my babies until I get back.” She laughs as I follow the handsome guy to the dance floor of the only bar in town, Jack’s.
It’s a country saloon themed bar which correlates to this small, quiet town that is Lovenshire.
One horse town? There probably isn’t a horse within a twenty-mile radius, all the ranches are north of town nestled near the mountains for easy access to the grazing trails. Besides, this place is surrounded by deep, luscious forests, the kind that can hold even the most mythical of creatures and more.
I seem to enjoy the music more than my partner, not because he isn’t a fine partner, it's just I get caught up in the tempo as if I’m alone. I sway my hips, dancing around, keeping a watchful eye on my best friend. I can’t lie, I always feel a pang of sadness when I watch her pine for true love. Kam is a beautifully old-fashioned soul and that is what makes her a rare catch.
Me, on the other hand, I’m way more interested in having fun, taking said fun home, and tying it to my bed rather than finding true love.
I’m thrown back to the present when his hands work away from caressing my hips and glide down to my ass and he squeezes firmly making me jump a little.
“Whoa there, cowboy. I don’t even know your name! Give me that before you go sampling the goods.”
He smiles, and what a gorgeous smile it is, pulling my hand up for a chaste kiss. “The name’s Dallas and what’s yours, gorgeous.”
Well, that killed it.
I laughed out loud before I turned around and headed back to my seat. Kam is shocked to see me leave him standing alone on the dance floor and I can only assume that his face is equally surprised.
“What the hell, Nessa?! Why did you leave him on the dance floor?”
I slam down two more shots, wanting to savor the last one. I spin around, “His name is Dallas, you know how I feel about guys named after towns. Hard pass…”
I take the last shot back and observe the crowd. Mr. City man disappeared to another part of the club, probably trying his luck elsewhere.
Kam just shakes her head and takes the shot she’s been babysitting for at least three hours now. She took it without a chaser so I’m pretty proud of her.
“I know, but he was drop-dead gorgeous, Nes. Who cares if he was named after a town? Even I was having naughty thoughts about what I would do to him.” She licks her lips and smiles.
I do a hard eye roll, “Yeah no, remember Austin? Or Jackson…Denver, oh he was a change of pace because I caught him with…hmm, oh, Jefferson! So, no thank you to city named assholes!”
I change the subject by quickly dragging her to the dance floor for some best friend fun.
Soon we are the center of every man’s attention as we playfully grind on each other. Kam is dressed in an equally tight red dress that sits slightly longer than mine but she’s also tall and statuesque. She looks like a model who could easily have any man she wants.
Knowing we have the attention I decide to turn up the flames by sliding my hands down to Kam’s hips, grinding myself against her. The sound of a glass dropping echoes from behind us, I can only imagine one of these guys is so overwhelmed by our sexy moves that he’s lost all his motor skills.
Kam turns around and rocks against me to whisper, “Hey, you got a fan. Three o’clock with the red button down and wranglers.”
UGH, really?! Wranglers? I feel the automatic eye-roll come on because Wranglers totally scream country boy, and here EVERYBODY is a country boy, it gets old. I want a motorcycle-riding bad boy or even a sports car enthusiast, something that has nothing to do with my country ass surroundings.
Still curious, I decided to scratch my itch and I turned to see the sexiest country fed farm boy I have ever seen. He’s got to be six foot six with wicked sapphire blue eyes and as our eyes meet, I watch his lips form into a radiant smile, accompanied by a hot set of dimples.
“Fuck me.” The words slip out.
“What?!” Kam freezes, staring at me.
“Not you, Mr. Dimples at the bar. He is absolutely gorgeous. Oh yes, I am going to enjoy this. Back me up, bestie.”
I saunter from the stage up to the bar standing next to him as he pretends to watch the dance floor. I can feel the heat of his gaze on my ass. I step up on the metal bar so I can further bend over to catch the bartender’s attention along with my admirer.
The bartender finally notices all my curves on display, luckily, it’s a different one than earlier. He throws his towel across his shoulder and leans towards me looking me over.
“What can I get you, love?”
Just then Mr. Gorgeous turns and boldly wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me onto his lap and his…oh my! I don’t fight it as both arms wrap around me.
“The lady will have a Long Island Iced Tea and I’ll have a bourbon, straight up.” The bartender nods but I stop him, “Oh, and water for my best friend.” I hear Kam sigh in relief, I don’t think she can even inhale the scent of alcohol right now.
I slide off his lap to face my Casanova, “Pretty confident, huh? What’s your name, handsome?”
Please not a city. Please not a city.
He takes my hand and kisses it gently, “The name is Greyson beautiful, and you?”
“Nessa and this is my best friend, Kam.” Kam nods in acknowledgment before grabbing her water and heading to the patio outside for some fresh air.
He places his fingertips on my chin to face him, “So Nessa, what’s a guy have to do to get a girl’s number?” I look him up and down, licking my lips before I smile devilishly.
Later, I slam against my door, laughing uncontrollably probably a lot louder than I should be at two in the morning. I’m struggling to get my key into the lock. Finally, after a deep sigh and some concentration, the door swings open. The AC cools and soothes my overheated face after a night of dancing. I throw my keys into the bowl and start peeling off my ridiculously tight dress. Finally free, I sigh loudly, “Oh thank Goddess that feels so liberating! I’ll be right back then you can use the bathroom.”
I wash the night from my face, brush my teeth, and wash my hands. It feels so good to be fresh-faced. I can’t help but yawn as I open the door.
“Okay, free to use.” I plop face down on my bed until I hear the door open again and the bed dips. I take a moment to plug in my phone before I roll over facing Kam.
“I had such a fun time; we have to do it again sometime soon.”
“Don’t push it, missy, I still need to open my studio today and function as an adult. I am not the party girl I once was.”
Kam lays down facing me and smiles but then frowns. “Do you realize that four guys hit on you and I got nothing. Look at me! I wore the dress you picked out, why can’t I find anyone?” She groans into the pillow and I rub her back until she faces me again.
I see her eyes start to well with tears, but I won’t let her feel down, “It’s true love darling. You’re not one for casual hookups or one-night stands and word travels fast in our sleepy little town so all these guys who live here know unless they are willing to settle down to not even glance your way. You’re a gem, Kammi Kam.”
She rolls her eyes as she turns away to go to sleep.
Awkward
The next morning, I whine as I open one eye to check the time: 8:30 am. I know by seeing the empty bed, that Kam is already back at her place getting ready to go to work. I envy her, at the age of 22, Kamari Lee is a thriving business owner of her own art studio and she has quite the talent!
Of course, as her best friend I’m proud to own her first two pieces and they are stunning.
Though the town is no big metropolitan she was able to pick up steady business especially from Mr. and Mrs. Preston, a lovely couple who have grown to love her artwork. I love them as well; they are just the cutest elderly couple you could ever meet. Their mate bond shows anytime they’re together.
Oh, did I forget to mention that I am a werewolf, well, part werewolf and part silver witch?
Yes, I am quite badass.
I, Vanessa Ann Vanderbilt, have spent my entire life under the great Cheshire Pack. Our pack is known for the top trained and most powerful warriors under the great Alpha Mitchell Miller. I only lived on pack ground the first five years before my family decided to move down to Lovenshire, but I always come back for the events, training, and mandatory meetings.
The only drawback is that I can’t tell my best friend what I am, it’s forbidden. I’m sure because someone from the past messed it up for everyone. Anyway, the rules state that the human must be their mate or figure it out on their own. So, when I have to go to the packhouse I always say I have a date with some random person I met at work. Lucky for me I work at the café, so it’s possible to meet people just stopping through.
I flip over on my bed and hit a piece of paper with my hand.
Check your phone, Miss Popularity. See you after work. Buzz me later, Kam.
I force myself to turn over again to grab my phone which lights up with unread messages:
Unknown: Hey, sweet cheeks this is Colby, bartender from last night. Hit me up when you're ready for me to take you to dinner and whatever else... Talk to you later, gorgeous.
Unknown #2: Good morning, sunshine. This is Greyson and I could not get your beautiful face out of my head. Allow me to wine and dine you tonight and I promise you won't regret it. Call me, baby.
I sit up slightly to think of a response and who the lucky recipient will be of the win-a-date-with-Nessa. For a second, I think about Kam and her traditional ways. My girl is a no-nonsense kind of girl and on the hunt for true love. I should be too since I am gifted with a mate by the Moon Goddess herself, I just have to find him but where’s the fun in that?!
I finally decide on the winner and send him a reply:
Well, good morning gorgeous man I'm glad I was on your mind torturing you all night. I would love for you to wine and dine me, say tonight, 8 pm? Until then, stud.
I laugh as my phone buzzes almost immediately. I look down:
G: Absolutely I can't wait to see the woman that was in my fantasies all night. Send me your address and I'll pick you up.
I can’t help but laugh, typing in my address, except with Kam’s apartment number instead of mine. We live right next door to each other, but it was a safety tactic we adopted in case of a crazy stalker situation, the other could say that she simply moved away.
I hop in the shower to begin yet another day at the café. What can I say, it’s a living.
“Nessa! Table eight needs syrup, table three needs sugar, and nobody has even looked at table seven, now go!” I sigh as I gather everything to satisfy the tables. The cook, Griff, grunts out the orders to me.
I maneuver the tables with ease, “Here's your syrup all warmed up for you like you always like it, Merv. Sugar for Timothy's tea, only three packets! Welcome to Tidal Cafe, what can I get you to drink?" I look up to a pair of familiar eyes.
“Good morning, sweet cheeks.”
Colby. Shit…shit shit shit!
"So formal are we but you weren't when you were sliding your number into my pants last night, the one time I don't wear underwear. And I'll be honest, you created a problem that I had to take care of, sweetheart. Did you get my text this morning?" Colby puts his arm up against the booth waiting for my reply.
"One, I am at work so I'd like to keep my job and two, that was last night and yes I did get your message this morning, I woke up late and couldn't respond, sorry."
He sits forward and smiles, "It's okay, I was lucky enough to run into you this morning to see if you wanted to go out tonight? Maybe a movie or something?" He eyes me over in my uniform and bites his lip, anxiously awaiting my response.
UGH, I hate doing this, but it has to be done.
"I'm sorry Colby but I already have a date tonight, somebody beat you to it. Let's talk later, I am super busy right now as you can see. I'll send Melissa to bring you your drink."
Without another word I turn and head to the back of the kitchen. I signal my co-worker Melissa over. “Hey Mel, can you cover table seven, please.” I usually try not to ask Melissa for anything but I’m desperate.
Melissa pops her gum and looks over at the table through the kitchen window. “Holy smokes, he is gorgeous, why aren’t you serving that handsome devil?”
"Because he was my bartender last night and I gave him my number, it’s a long story, but somebody else already asked me out. It's awkward, just please, do me this favor!" She nods and heads to his table as I inhale and exhale loudly. It’s already going to be a drama-filled day, I can’t wait to tell Kam about this.
Greyson
Kam laughs uncontrollably on her couch as I zip up my form-fitting dress and slip on my sexy cardigan. “It isn’t that funny, Kam!”
"Oh, but it is! Both guys text you and you pick one only to run into the other one at your job! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
"You are a terrible friend, you know that?" I go into the bathroom to finish my makeup. I keep my makeup simple. The dress is the wow factor tonight, there is no need for me to go for the kill on the first date.
Kam leans against the door and sighs. "Oh, Nessa you know I couldn't help but tease. You handled the situation just fine and if he never texts again then so be it, he wasn't for you. Now let's focus on the task at hand, ‘Operation Get Some from Greyson’ That man...wow." She exhales forcefully while fanning herself.
"I can see the heart eyes on your face, back off missy, he's mine." We share a laugh, “I know that besides, he’s not my type, just nice to look at.”
I put down my makeup brush, “And how will you know when you find your one?”
She taps her chest where her heart is and smiles, “It’ll tell me all I need.” She walks into the kitchen to pop some popcorn for her solo movie night.
Hearing a knock at the door and having just sat down, Kam groans as she walks over to answer it.
