Forbidden
”***ing Jesus is a free pass to heaven, darling”
Five hours. Five fucking hours just getting ready for a party. How bad does it sound? Very. My best friend Heather had prepared a whole evening full of alcohol, music, and very attractive males. Those were the only reasons why I put on that black loose dress with a draped back that I’ve been saving for some special occasion. Its length was over my mid-thigh, and as I kept banging on my car’s hunk while in traffic, it kept going up. I would keep checking my make up once in a while through the mirror, applying more of my pale pink lip-gloss each time I did so. My eyeliner was still as perfect as I had applied it on earlier. I would run my hand through my hair and groan when I stopped and realized that the line didn’t even move, not even a centimeter.
”Thank you, Jesus” I mumbled to myself when the line started to move. I was behind three cars before I could just accelerate and get to whichever lounge/bar the party was. But as usual; God decided to play a little with my nerves. Right when it was my turn to go, the lights turn red.
”Oh, come on!” I yelled as I hit the brake with my black suede ankle boots. As irritated as I was, I would’ve been able to rip anyone’s face off. If I wouldn’t have been spending almost a whole hour in traffic, I would’ve just turned around and make my way home, where my dog and my bed where waiting for me. I let out a huge sigh and laid my head back against the seat and closed my eyes tight, making my silver hoops tangle between my hair. Once I opened my eyes, I almost automatically looked at the rear view, perfectly seeing the piercing deep blue eyes staring through it. The man in the car behind me was creepily staring at me. Damn, he definitely doesn’t need any glasses. My chocolate brown eyes stared back into the reflection, wondering why he was staring. He barely even blinked; it was just a plane blank stare. I was almost hypnotized, until I started to choke. Fuck, I forgot to breathe. As I inhaled I could hear all the hunks around me. I looked up and the lights were green. Apparently I was almost depth, or at least those eyes made me feel like that.
After parking the car outside, I got out of the car, taking my black clutch with me. I walked inside the building and before I walked inside the lounge/bar, I went inside the restroom. Heather’s whole point for this party was introducing her new project to the ones who worked with her and friends. Yes, I work with my best friend and she is my goddamn boss. I was a photographer, almost the best in the whole company. And the new project was a complete secret to all of us, we didn’t even know with what theme we were working on. Our job was to take shots of any model or famous junky and then send it to the magazine that offered the most for the pictures. It was an easy job. Tempting, but easy. Heather was my best friend, but she still wanted to keep it a surprise to everyone. The only thing she let slip through was that it was pure sweat. Obviously, it was something that had to do with either beach or sports. I was quite smart, and I couldn’t help but think things over and over until I found out anything about it. It’s strange, but I’m already used to it. Heather had also said that the ‘models’ that we were supposed to be working with for the next few months were going to be at the party.
I took one last glance at my reflection in the mirror before walking out. I fixed my dress so it wouldn’t look as if it was as short as it really was. Once I walked outside and then into the lounge/bar, Heather instantly looked at me.
”Finally! Where the hell have you been, bitch?” She asked me, pulling me into a hug. Her mid-length blonde hair was all in my face, and it just made me laugh.
”Hello to you too, whore” I said pulling away and looking at her, ”And don’t remind me ever again why I came a little bit late, traffic was living hell!”
”Oh, you aren’t too late, not for what you came anyway” She chuckled, handing me an extra dirty martini. She looked even taller than what she already was, I mean..who wouldn’t? Wearing those black platform pumps, anyone would look taller!
”Hey, you know I love my job, but remember that I just hate this type of sudden things” I sat in a stool, right in front of the one she sat.
”Ok, listen about what you’ve missed. The theme is hot, sweaty, and extremely attractive soccer players” She smirked and I almost choked on my martini.
”I’m sorry, I got lost once you started with hot” I joked, placing my glass on the counter. She laughed and shook her head. Her eyes looked behind me, I stood up and sat right next to her.
”You see that tall, dark brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes hottie over there?” She didn’t even have to point at him with her finger, I could see him just fine.
”Damn” I managed to mumble when I could see his eyes, somehow, while he wasn’t even looking towards us.
”Jesus Navas, single, and the one guy that makes me want to wake up every Sunday and get my ass to church” She was damn right, ”Now, unglue your eyes off this one and look over to your right” She turned on the stool as I turned around and looked around.
”Where and who?” I asked like an idiot, she grabbed my chin and spoon my head so I would be looking at one guy that I wouldn’t mind spending a whole night staring at.
”Iker Casillas, unfortunately taken, but we can still stare. He’s the goalkeeper and he’s damn good at his job” She said as I stared at the guy.
”Dude, don’t make me turn bitter over taken guys, show me single” I looked at her. We spent around thirty minutes just examining the whole Spanish team. Fernando Torres, one hot daddy, whom I sighed at the fact that he was actually a father and a married one. Cesc Fabregas, words just can’t describe this one. Xabi Alonso, his ginger beard just made me feel so sorry that he was married, we could’ve had so much fun. And then, after reviewing each one of them, Heather said that my assignment for the next few months still wasn’t there.
”Mine is Mr. Navas, and trust me, God will be impressed once he receives me at church tomorrow” She said as she took a sip of her drink. I chuckled and shook my head.
”Are you sure my guy is at least as hot as the others?” I asked her once again, almost getting annoying.
”For fuck’s sake, Amanda, he is amazing! Just be patient!” She said as she started to stand up.
”Where are you going?” I frowned, following her gaze. Jesus was staring at her, almost undressing her with his eyes, I couldn’t help but laugh and look at her, ”Fucking Jesus is a free pass to hell, Heather” I reminded her. She had her eyes full with lust, not even bothering to look at me. A devilish smile formed on her lips as she placed her drink on the counter.
”Fucking Jesus is a free pass to heaven, darling” She said finally glancing at me, ”I’ll be back in five minutes or so, if I don’t come back after fifteen, don’t you dare bother looking for me until tomorrow” With that, she just left. I turned to look at Jesus and he was already on his way behind her. I grabbed her drink and finished it. I ordered another drink and sighed. Getting drunk was definitely one of my plans now.
I felt someone sitting on the stool next to mine, a strong manly voice ordering almost the same thing I was having. My eyes just drifted me towards his direction, and just as I did, I met those piercing blue eyes I had met earlier; this time a little closer. The guy was tall, but not as much for me not to be near his height. Or at least that’s what sitting in a stool and wearing these ankle boots seemed to make me. A sheep smile appeared on his lips, his eyes not leaving mine as I examined him for two seconds. He had dirty blonde hair, extra dirty blonde hair, almost as dirty as the martini that the bartender had placed in front of me. My eyes left his face, not even flashing him a grin. I grabbed my drink and took a sip.
”Hello” I heard him say, not even bothering on looking at him again.
”Hi” I mumbled under my breath right before I took another sip, trying to make it seem as if it wasn’t me.
”I’m Gerard. Gerard Piqué” He said smoothly. I was so immature and stupid, that I just chuckled and looked at him.
”And I’m Bond. James Bond” I joked rolling my eyes and then looking back at my drink. He laughed lightly.
”Gerard” I could feel him kind of closer, and he was. I looked at him at the corner of my eyes and saw him leaning towards me.
”Amanda” I said firm, trying to hold my posture.
”So, Amanda, why don’t we talk..about us?” He said seductively, I looked down at my arm and saw his hand there.
Enough.
My mind was right. I took his hand and pushed him gently back so he would be sitting straight. I slowly spoon my stool around, facing him. He frowned all confused, and I sighed.
”Listen, listen to me very clear” I started to say, there was no way I would get myself hooked up before I even met my assignment, ”First of all, there is no us, there is a you and there is a me. Second of all, I am not interested in you, not in the tiniest way. And third of all-” I paused, my mind was blank. I had absolutely no clue about what my third reason was.
Third of all, I want to slam you up against the wall and have some hot and dirty sex.
”Third of all?” He said with a smirk on his face, that sexy bastard was mocking me. I got angry. I hated when people mocked me.
”I’m gay” He was as surprised as I was.
GAY!? SERIOUSLY!? You really couldn’t come up with something better than that?!
”Oh, I’m-” He started to say, his face started to turn a little pale mixed with red on his cheeks. Poor thing, he must be shitting his pants right now.
”Excused” I quickly said before he could continue talking. He shook his head several times before speaking again, his eyes on the wooden floor.
”Are you sure?” He frowned and tilted his head slightly to the right.
”Yes, I am, I’ve always been” I said nervously, still trying to hide it, ”I love..girls, and our boobies and..vaginas” I frowned at myself.
What the actual fuck?
”Oh” Was all he could say. He spoon a little, facing the counter and looking down at his drink. I rolled my eyes at myself, this was definitely the most stupid thing I’ve ever done.
”Gerard!” Heather said, coming inside while fixing her hair. I couldn’t help but frown as my eyes flickered from Heather to Gerard. He turned around and looked at her, somehow relieved.
”Hey!” He said standing up, and damn was he tall. He hugged her as she looked at me.
”I see you two have already met!” She said pulling away, and I swear to God that my heart just stopped beating and either my nose and mouth closed or I stopped breathing well.
”What do you mean?” I asked her, completely nervous and scared. She winked at me and put a hand on Gerard’s back.
”Amy, Gerard is going to be your assignment for the next months” She smiled wide at me, and if I didn’t have my eyes attached to my face, they would’ve run out screaming. He looked at me, almost as horrified as I was.
Holy. Shit.
”Thank you, Jesus” I mumbled to myself when the line started to move. I was behind three cars before I could just accelerate and get to whichever lounge/bar the party was. But as usual; God decided to play a little with my nerves. Right when it was my turn to go, the lights turn red.
”Oh, come on!” I yelled as I hit the brake with my black suede ankle boots. As irritated as I was, I would’ve been able to rip anyone’s face off. If I wouldn’t have been spending almost a whole hour in traffic, I would’ve just turned around and make my way home, where my dog and my bed where waiting for me. I let out a huge sigh and laid my head back against the seat and closed my eyes tight, making my silver hoops tangle between my hair. Once I opened my eyes, I almost automatically looked at the rear view, perfectly seeing the piercing deep blue eyes staring through it. The man in the car behind me was creepily staring at me. Damn, he definitely doesn’t need any glasses. My chocolate brown eyes stared back into the reflection, wondering why he was staring. He barely even blinked; it was just a plane blank stare. I was almost hypnotized, until I started to choke. Fuck, I forgot to breathe. As I inhaled I could hear all the hunks around me. I looked up and the lights were green. Apparently I was almost depth, or at least those eyes made me feel like that.
After parking the car outside, I got out of the car, taking my black clutch with me. I walked inside the building and before I walked inside the lounge/bar, I went inside the restroom. Heather’s whole point for this party was introducing her new project to the ones who worked with her and friends. Yes, I work with my best friend and she is my goddamn boss. I was a photographer, almost the best in the whole company. And the new project was a complete secret to all of us, we didn’t even know with what theme we were working on. Our job was to take shots of any model or famous junky and then send it to the magazine that offered the most for the pictures. It was an easy job. Tempting, but easy. Heather was my best friend, but she still wanted to keep it a surprise to everyone. The only thing she let slip through was that it was pure sweat. Obviously, it was something that had to do with either beach or sports. I was quite smart, and I couldn’t help but think things over and over until I found out anything about it. It’s strange, but I’m already used to it. Heather had also said that the ‘models’ that we were supposed to be working with for the next few months were going to be at the party.
I took one last glance at my reflection in the mirror before walking out. I fixed my dress so it wouldn’t look as if it was as short as it really was. Once I walked outside and then into the lounge/bar, Heather instantly looked at me.
”Finally! Where the hell have you been, bitch?” She asked me, pulling me into a hug. Her mid-length blonde hair was all in my face, and it just made me laugh.
”Hello to you too, whore” I said pulling away and looking at her, ”And don’t remind me ever again why I came a little bit late, traffic was living hell!”
”Oh, you aren’t too late, not for what you came anyway” She chuckled, handing me an extra dirty martini. She looked even taller than what she already was, I mean..who wouldn’t? Wearing those black platform pumps, anyone would look taller!
”Hey, you know I love my job, but remember that I just hate this type of sudden things” I sat in a stool, right in front of the one she sat.
”Ok, listen about what you’ve missed. The theme is hot, sweaty, and extremely attractive soccer players” She smirked and I almost choked on my martini.
”I’m sorry, I got lost once you started with hot” I joked, placing my glass on the counter. She laughed and shook her head. Her eyes looked behind me, I stood up and sat right next to her.
”You see that tall, dark brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes hottie over there?” She didn’t even have to point at him with her finger, I could see him just fine.
”Damn” I managed to mumble when I could see his eyes, somehow, while he wasn’t even looking towards us.
”Jesus Navas, single, and the one guy that makes me want to wake up every Sunday and get my ass to church” She was damn right, ”Now, unglue your eyes off this one and look over to your right” She turned on the stool as I turned around and looked around.
”Where and who?” I asked like an idiot, she grabbed my chin and spoon my head so I would be looking at one guy that I wouldn’t mind spending a whole night staring at.
”Iker Casillas, unfortunately taken, but we can still stare. He’s the goalkeeper and he’s damn good at his job” She said as I stared at the guy.
”Dude, don’t make me turn bitter over taken guys, show me single” I looked at her. We spent around thirty minutes just examining the whole Spanish team. Fernando Torres, one hot daddy, whom I sighed at the fact that he was actually a father and a married one. Cesc Fabregas, words just can’t describe this one. Xabi Alonso, his ginger beard just made me feel so sorry that he was married, we could’ve had so much fun. And then, after reviewing each one of them, Heather said that my assignment for the next few months still wasn’t there.
”Mine is Mr. Navas, and trust me, God will be impressed once he receives me at church tomorrow” She said as she took a sip of her drink. I chuckled and shook my head.
”Are you sure my guy is at least as hot as the others?” I asked her once again, almost getting annoying.
”For fuck’s sake, Amanda, he is amazing! Just be patient!” She said as she started to stand up.
”Where are you going?” I frowned, following her gaze. Jesus was staring at her, almost undressing her with his eyes, I couldn’t help but laugh and look at her, ”Fucking Jesus is a free pass to hell, Heather” I reminded her. She had her eyes full with lust, not even bothering to look at me. A devilish smile formed on her lips as she placed her drink on the counter.
”Fucking Jesus is a free pass to heaven, darling” She said finally glancing at me, ”I’ll be back in five minutes or so, if I don’t come back after fifteen, don’t you dare bother looking for me until tomorrow” With that, she just left. I turned to look at Jesus and he was already on his way behind her. I grabbed her drink and finished it. I ordered another drink and sighed. Getting drunk was definitely one of my plans now.
I felt someone sitting on the stool next to mine, a strong manly voice ordering almost the same thing I was having. My eyes just drifted me towards his direction, and just as I did, I met those piercing blue eyes I had met earlier; this time a little closer. The guy was tall, but not as much for me not to be near his height. Or at least that’s what sitting in a stool and wearing these ankle boots seemed to make me. A sheep smile appeared on his lips, his eyes not leaving mine as I examined him for two seconds. He had dirty blonde hair, extra dirty blonde hair, almost as dirty as the martini that the bartender had placed in front of me. My eyes left his face, not even flashing him a grin. I grabbed my drink and took a sip.
”Hello” I heard him say, not even bothering on looking at him again.
”Hi” I mumbled under my breath right before I took another sip, trying to make it seem as if it wasn’t me.
”I’m Gerard. Gerard Piqué” He said smoothly. I was so immature and stupid, that I just chuckled and looked at him.
”And I’m Bond. James Bond” I joked rolling my eyes and then looking back at my drink. He laughed lightly.
”Gerard” I could feel him kind of closer, and he was. I looked at him at the corner of my eyes and saw him leaning towards me.
”Amanda” I said firm, trying to hold my posture.
”So, Amanda, why don’t we talk..about us?” He said seductively, I looked down at my arm and saw his hand there.
Enough.
My mind was right. I took his hand and pushed him gently back so he would be sitting straight. I slowly spoon my stool around, facing him. He frowned all confused, and I sighed.
”Listen, listen to me very clear” I started to say, there was no way I would get myself hooked up before I even met my assignment, ”First of all, there is no us, there is a you and there is a me. Second of all, I am not interested in you, not in the tiniest way. And third of all-” I paused, my mind was blank. I had absolutely no clue about what my third reason was.
Third of all, I want to slam you up against the wall and have some hot and dirty sex.
”Third of all?” He said with a smirk on his face, that sexy bastard was mocking me. I got angry. I hated when people mocked me.
”I’m gay” He was as surprised as I was.
GAY!? SERIOUSLY!? You really couldn’t come up with something better than that?!
”Oh, I’m-” He started to say, his face started to turn a little pale mixed with red on his cheeks. Poor thing, he must be shitting his pants right now.
”Excused” I quickly said before he could continue talking. He shook his head several times before speaking again, his eyes on the wooden floor.
”Are you sure?” He frowned and tilted his head slightly to the right.
”Yes, I am, I’ve always been” I said nervously, still trying to hide it, ”I love..girls, and our boobies and..vaginas” I frowned at myself.
What the actual fuck?
”Oh” Was all he could say. He spoon a little, facing the counter and looking down at his drink. I rolled my eyes at myself, this was definitely the most stupid thing I’ve ever done.
”Gerard!” Heather said, coming inside while fixing her hair. I couldn’t help but frown as my eyes flickered from Heather to Gerard. He turned around and looked at her, somehow relieved.
”Hey!” He said standing up, and damn was he tall. He hugged her as she looked at me.
”I see you two have already met!” She said pulling away, and I swear to God that my heart just stopped beating and either my nose and mouth closed or I stopped breathing well.
”What do you mean?” I asked her, completely nervous and scared. She winked at me and put a hand on Gerard’s back.
”Amy, Gerard is going to be your assignment for the next months” She smiled wide at me, and if I didn’t have my eyes attached to my face, they would’ve run out screaming. He looked at me, almost as horrified as I was.
Holy. Shit.