My Man

Chapter 1

Arthit's POV

"9:00 PM. This Friday"

I found myself staring at a couple of rectangular shiny black matte cards in front of me. It had the image of a woman's lips heavily painted in a dark red and what appeared to be blood dribbling around the corners of her slightly parted lips. The dark contrast of the red lips against the black background of the card was captivating, to say the least. The words that were printed below the image were brought to life with that justifying image.

"SIN" I read aloud and raised my eyes to look at the person who had practically shoved the cards in my face. Standing before me, dressed in a beige pencil skirt that hugged her curves and a white ruffled top that accentuated her figure in every way, was my so-called best friend Sarah. One of the few people here in Boston that I could trust and lean on. She had her hands folded across her chest and her right foot tapping the floor. Her right eyebrow was quirked up giving me her 'try to talk back to me if you dare' look.

I let out a sigh and continued, "You know my answer. Then why do you bother doing this every week?"

"Oh come on Arthit. You never have fun. I swear if you have an electrical cord plugged into your ass, then you would look like another one of these computers that you always stick your head into. You have to live your life to its fullest sweetie" she said with puppy dog eyes, giving me whiplash with her sudden change of emotions. Seriously, I love this girl to death but sometimes she makes me wonder if she is bipolar.

"Also, look at what I brought you. I know you love it" she drawled with an impish smile and was shaking a foam cup in front of my face. I knew what she had in there. I could smell her trap as she had been pestering me to accompany her to the nightclub that she had been wanting to go to for a month now. But I wasn't going to give in that easily.

"It's your favorite pink milk. You have no idea how hard it is to get this in this neighborhood. I had to practically raid all the coffee shops and stores here before I could find this you know. Am I the best friend of the year or what?" she finished with a smug look to her. She appeared to be very much pleased with herself.

The whole situation had crankiness written all over it. I mean come on she was trying to bribe a thirty-two-year-old guy with a glass of pink milk for a trip to a nightclub that would mostly be eccentric to the max given it was Sarah who had picked the club. Don't let that cute pixie cut and her short stature and those big thick-rimmed cat's eyeglasses deceive you. That's just her business look. Once she gets into a social atmosphere she becomes a completely different person. The woman is insane I tell you and a total party animal. The few times I have been out with her were near-death experiences. Trust me when I say some of her moves have scarred me for life.

No, I am not exaggerating.

As much as I hate to admit it, her persuasive skills were working on me. I was practically edging on my seat to grab the cup from her hands. Yeah, I am over thirty and still have a thing for pink milk. So what? Sue me. Old habits die hard. Haven't you heard of it?

Fighting to keep myself rooted to my chair, I gave her a bored look. "Do you think that's gonna make me follow you to a night of hell?", I asked.

She pouted at that and even pulled off a perfect pleading look which made me almost say yes. So far as I think she was crazy, she was my best friend too and had been the one to help me settle down in Boston when I first moved in. Also, she had been the one to introduce me to new friends. She literally gave me a new life. She had been the one to make me forget my past and move on with my life.

Or at least try to move on with my life.

"Hello!!! Earth to Arthit!!" I heard Sarah's voice startle me. She was waving her hands in front of my face. It made me realize that I might have zoned out a little.