Good Terms

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"Was this the place Jason recommended?" Turning toward me, my blonde, short and dearest female friend wrinkled her charmingly small nose. She was referring to my flatmate and best mate, Jason Night.

My jaw clenched while I studied her large and brown Bambi eyes. Her lashes were so long that they nearly touched her eyebrows with each bat of them. Her plump and light pink lips formed an uncertain line. In her deep red dress, she resembled a beautiful rose. Olivia Clark was one gorgeous young woman. Aside from her huge breasts, everything about her was petite and cute.

Was she displeased? I couldn't be sure.

While arching my left eyebrow at her, I dryly replied, "You specifically said you wanted a cocktail bar that solicitors frequent. This was his recommendation. Apparently, his brother hangs out here every now and then, and he's supposedly a corporate solicitor. So I took Jason's word for it. If you don't fancy it, we can always find a new place. But let's give it a chance before we make up our minds, yeah?"

I'd never met a single family member of Jason's. In fact, aside from his father, I didn't even know their names. All I knew was that they were filthy rich, with thanks to Jason's father being the founder of Day & Night, a firm offering legal services.

Jason and I had met at UCL (University College London) three years ago, though he didn't attend my course. Instead, Jason Night was in his fourth year studying medicine. Our encounter had been perfectly coincidental. I had found myself lost during one of my first days on campus, and Jason had been very quick to notice. Since that delicate moment, we had formed an irreplaceable, platonic friendship. Truly, he was much like an elder brother to me now.

No less than a week ago, he had offered me to move in with him when his best mate Stephen Turner had decided to move out, so to live with his girlfriend of three years, Giselle Hamsmith. I hadn't hesitated for even a second to accept the offer.

Returning from my thoughts, I sighed. Olivia could be quite impossible to have to deal with. If she didn't get her way, she transformed into a whiny brat that I couldn't be bothered to babysit. Besides, my reason for being here was purely selfless and altruistic. But because I was neglecting my coursework to do this, I was already starting to suffer a bad conscience. And seeing as I was a law student in my third year at UCL, such was not a matter that I took lightly.

So if she were going to be a pain in the arse, I'd leave her to prowl on her own. I had already warned her of said fact. Therefore, she had been surprisingly compliant today.

She brushed a lock of her angelically blonde hair behind her ear before she assessed our lush circumstance again. When she returned her attention to me, a shrewd smile had claimed her sweet mouth.

"I can see that you're worried, Cara. Please, don't be. Your sourpuss mood will ruin mine. And besides, we've worked so hard to complete our coursework these past two weeks, only so that we could make time for this. It's been far too long since we've had a girl's night out, and ever since I broke up with Colin, I haven't had sex! Do you realise the implications of that?"

My lips twisted with my amusement. "What, so you've had a dry-spell for three months? Poor you, love," I sincerely responded. Three months without sex, I'd be going insane. I was certain. No wonder she had been so eager about this night.

She sighed and looked toward the ceiling. "Yeah, well, not everybody's got ten shag-mates stored up, Cara," she argued and raised her finger at me. "I'm ready to bounce on just about anybody!"

"As long as he's got a heavy wallet, you mean?" I couldn't help myself.

She giggled at my witty remark. "Hey, you know I'm no gold-digger. I'm one for novelties. I've never shagged a solicitor before."

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