Authors: Megan Keith
I now know that one
day I will get my happily ever after, but it won’t happen if I sit around and
wait for it. I still think of Nick, constantly, but I realise now that
our attraction was only there because we were both unattainable to each other.
The thing is I don’t
need a man to define me or to be happy. Everything that has happened has
made me realise I need this time by myself to figure out what I want out of
life. For now, I am going to focus on my career.
It’s time for me to
find my own way.
The
End
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My heart starts to
race at the sound of his voice over the loud speaker.
Immediately I seek out the location of the
booth and spot him as he walks out of it.
He looks good.
I can’t believe he’s here.
I know my eyes are bugging out of my head but
I can’t stop staring.
Not only is Nick
the DJ tonight but there he is, in my direct line of sight with his arms around
a girl.
And she’s very attractively
smiling up at him.
“I’m sorry
Em
!” Kat yells in my ear.
“I swear he was not the DJ listed to play, you saw the posters outside
the club too.”
I swipe at my eyes as
angry tears form in them.
She’s right we
had both checked.
There must have been a
cancellation or something, it’s the only explanation.
I stand still as a statue as I watch Nick put
his arm around the girl’s shoulder and they head for the exit.
“
Em
.”
Kat’s
pulling on my arm.
“Please look at me.”
When I can no longer
see Nick I turn to face her.
The look on
her face is a mixture of pity and pleading.
“Who’s for another
drink?” I ask with false cheer.
I don’t
wait for a reply from either of the girls as I hastily make my way to the
bar.
I shove my way to the front not
caring about the toes I’m stepping on or the rudeness of my approach.
I don’t care that I am cutting in line.
I yell out my order for a shot of
tequila.
Before I’ve even paid I have
drunk it and ordered another.
Kat spins
me back to face her.
“I’m sorry
Em
.
I swear I didn’t
know.”
I turn away from
her.
I feel the hot tears about to
overflow from my eyes as I hand over my money to the bartender and swallow my
second shot.
I look Kat square in the
eyes.
“I want to go home.”
I want to thank my family for putting up with me while I
constantly sat in front of my laptop to write this.
Especially, my book-addict-in-the-making
daughter
Madi
, for all of her encouragement, even if
she is too young to read (most of) what I’ve written.
A special thank you to Kaye Kelly, my Punctuation Queen who
is more than a “pimple on an editor’s bum,” and
Tash
Mann, from Confessions from
Romaholics
, for her
support and for pointing out some
really
important issues.
A big thank you to Kari at
Cover to Cover Designs
for her amazing artwork and for just
getting it
.
Thank you to Natalie Ward for taking the time to answer all
of my questions, even the silly ones, and for offering me the best advice.
I am overwhelmed by the invaluable guidance I have received
from a multitude of authors and bloggers.
The little bits of support here and there have all been fantastic!
I would not have gotten by without you all
and I am so honoured to have been included in the fold.
Last but not least, I would never have gotten this done if
it weren’t for the influence of so many amazingly talented writers and musical
artists out there, that have inspired me to go forth and write!