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he pulled out
marking me like an animal spraying his territory, coming all over
my abdomen.
    “You
can ’ t fuck a girlfriend like that! ” Nick said
appreciatively as he kissed me one more time before I headed back
to my shower.
    “Next time use
a condom, Dickwad ” I ordered from the
bathroom.

 
     
    ~8~
    Aria
    Chanel called this morning sounding
desperate about wanting to meet up with me at a coffee shop near
her old apartment. Human curiosity got the better of me and I raced
over to meet her.
    The morning
wasn ’ t as cold as it had been in the previous days. The
snow was beginning to get slushy and the clouds were more grey than
white. When I got to the coffee shop, Chanel was already there. It
was a cozy coffee shop with dim lighting and puffy leather seats.
There were computers you could rent to surf the web, it was more
like an internet cafe. I was dressed to the nines as I always did
for work and Chanel was dressed as though she had just rolled out
of bed wearing a man ’ s black tracksuit.
She obviously took little pride in her appearance when she
wasn ’ t on duty at the hospital. I ’ m sure she was a
hard worker and she probably felt that it didn ’ t matter
what she wore in her off time. Who was I to judge
anyway?
    Chanel stood from her chair and gave me a
big hug. If my sniffer was working correctly, she smelt like Old
Spice Deodorant for Men. It was sort of hard to tell because what I
was wearing overpowered what she was wearing. I offered to buy her
a coffee but she politely refused, so I excused myself to order a
coffee before sitting down with her.
    I was placing
my coffee on the cute little walnut colored veneer table, when she
immediately asked about the lease. “ Aria, there is
definitely no way of getting out of the lease? ”
    Chanel took a
sip of her coffee and pulled her chair in closer to the table. Her
tone of voice dropped as she tried to explain, “ I just
found out that he is the CEO of the hospital. It ’ s hardly
appropriate for him to be my landlord too. ”
    “I reviewed the
lease last night, and your only chance is if you find a new tenant.
Chanel ’ s eyes went dark with frustration.
    “I have one
idea, and if this doesn ’ t work, then I will
have to live with it. ”
    “What ’ s
that? ”
    Chanel pulled her phone out and texted Nick.
She turned the screen in my direction to allow me to see her
text:
    Channel: Nick,
do you want to live in the new loft for one year and
I ’ ll take your condo?
    Chanel ’ s thinking was
brilliant, if he agreed I would have two gorgeous men in the
building.
    We heard a chirp and Chanel held the phone
so we could read his response at the same time. Nick texted her
back:
    Nick: Suck my
dick for a year and I ’ ll think about it!
NO!
    Chanel rolled
her eyes out of embarrassment over Nick ’ s hilarious
comment. I snatched her phone, “ Allow
me. ” I typed into her phone:
    Chanel: This is
from Aria, (from the Paddock) I ’ ll suck your dick for
a year and you don ’ t even have to
move.
    I hit send.
    When Chanel read what I wrote she started
laughing. Nothing shocked her. I knew we were going to be great
neighbors. That was the last time; Chanel ever entertained the idea
of leaving her new loft.

 
     
    ~9~
    Chanel
    Today I was orienting with Dr. Bradley Hart.
He was only 39 when he was appointed Chief of Cardiology. Evidently
his work is exceptional for him to be appointed such a prestigious
position at such a young age. He also was an Interventionist which
meant he was trained to do special high risk procedures such as
angioplasties and valvuloplasties.
    Training with
him was a privilege, so I was sure to arrive on the Cardiac floor
before he did; I wanted to make a good first impression. I
struggled this morning with my hair until I was forced to resort to
a bun. I used my Oscar body spray, and put on a very light layer of
makeup on my face so I didn ’ t look pale under the
florescent light bulbs that the hospital used.