Page 3 of Heartbreaker

“Listen honey, my Nanna always says ‘Love is like a fart; If you have to force it, it’s probably crap’.” I remember the first time I heard her say that, I laughed so hard that the water I was drinking came out my nose.

The laugh that explodes from her is infectious, drawing the attention of the nearby diners.

“She does not say that,” Cassy insists.

I hold my fingers up like a good boy scout. “Scout’s honour.”

Cassy looks me up and down and then grins again as she fiddles with her necklace. “It’s funny you know, I put up with lots from him too. He was always late for dates, making me pay all the time and he never held a door. I know it’s a modern world but sometimes it would be nice to feel special.”

I look at her and think she totally deserves that. She deserves to be some man’s world and that is why I do this job. By dumping these girls for their inconsiderate boyfriends, I’m allowing them the freedom to go and be someone else’s everything.

“One day, Cassy, you will find a man that will love you at your worst and that will hold you at your weakest. That is love. It’s what you deserve,” I say. I don’t want her to think that she has done anything wrong because she hasn’t.

“That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,” she says, and tears fill her eyes, but not sad tears. These are tears of determination. This girl will be okay. She will find her happy ending.

“Well I can’t take all the credit, Google did some of it,” I say with a grin. “But seriously it still stands true.”

We talk a little more, I ask about her dog walking business, and if she had plans for the weekend. By the time we finish the small talk, we stand to leave, and she is laughing as if I haven’t just broken her heart. This is my gift to her. The fact that the douchebag ex paid for it is a bonus.

As we walk outside into the evening sun, I stop her. “Here, take my card, if you ever need anyone dumping give me a call,” I say with a smile.

“Thanks, Jackson. And thank you for making me realise what a lucky escape I had.”

I lean down and kiss her cheek. “Take care Cassy,” I say as I guide her into a Black cab, I tap the roof, letting it know it can go.

That was a good night’s work. I look at my watch and realise I can still meet up with my mates at Nitro if I hurry. Leaving the car parked at the restaurant I take a cab. I need a drink.

*~*~*

I arrive at Nitro and as usual the line is around the block. The cab pulls up and I hand the driver a twenty. “Cheers mate,” I say jumping out of the cab. Heading to the front of the line, I hear a few moans from people behind me, which I ignore. The perk of being very good friends with the owner of a club like this is not having to queue to get in. Tony, the extremely large, extremely tattooed doorman, lifts the rope as I slide through.

I shake his hand, telling him there will be one at the bar for him as usual. Nitro is only six months old. It’s fast becoming ‘The’ place to be seen when in London. Dark floors, one hi-gloss black bar which is complemented by sea-blue glass panels along the front of it, with matching sea-blue glass covering the ceiling, give the whole place that feeling of being under water. This effect is further enhanced by the floor to ceiling waterfall that takes up the entire wall to the rear.

I thread my way through the throngs of people, a lot of who I don’t know until I see my group of friends in their usual spot by the end of the bar. I’m halfway there when a woman stumbles into me, stamping on my foot in the process.

I turn to say something, I mean they are brand new shoes. When she looks at me I’m momentarily taken aback. She has blonde rainbow hair which is flipped over one shoulder, showing a back that is all smooth, honey golden skin, except for the mandala flower design tattoo that goes from the back of her neck to the middle of her back. On closer inspection I notice a tiny Tinkerbell fairy tattooed behind her ear. Her legs go all the way up from silver heels into the short cream jumpsuit she is wearing.

I take all of her in. It causes the strangest reaction, a reaction that I don’t normally have. Instant longing hits, I’m semi-hard and I nearly lose my tongue when she turns around, a face so beautiful I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so stunning. An apology comes from her soft pink lips.

“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry,” she exclaims, as her hand reaches out to touch my arm. Red-hot electricity shots through my body at her touch. She looks at me strangely as I realise I’m just staring at her mouth agape. “Are you okay?” she asks.

I break from my trance. “Yes, yes I’m fine. No problem.” I take one more look and try to regain some dignity as I walk away from her, but that doesn’t stop me looking back one more time over my shoulder at her.

I swiftly head to the bar for a stiff drink before I say hello to the guys. Leaning over the bar I order a Vodka and coke.

The back of my neck prickles as I feel someone close to me, I tip my head to the side, Tinkerbell is standing next to me in all her stunning rainbow glory.

As my eyes travel over her body, I see the rose tattoo on her arm and find it quite pretty, which is strange because I hate tattoos especially on women. There is something about her though that I just can’t put my finger on.

She intrigues me, and I can’t stop looking at her. She smiles, and her smile lights up the whole room. Fuck, I’m gonna start spouting poetry next.

“Hey again,” she says.

“Hey,” I say.

“I’m really sorry about earlier,” she says.

I return her smile. “No problem, I should look where I’m going.”