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Chapter 11
Nick retreated back to his office slamming the door behind him, how dare Zoe make such accusations about his friend, Nylon wasn't a drug dealer, he was a good honest young man.
Nick sat down and poured himself a glass of water, taking a few sips he began to calm down.
He was feeling bad now, he shouldn't have snapped at Zoe, none of this was her fault, in fact there was no one to blame, these things happen.
He placed the mobile phone down on the desk and began a staring competition with it, unanswered questions rang in his ears, he started to think that maybe Nylon wasn't all he seemed.
He shuffled a bit of paperwork around his desk before board and agitated, he made his way out of his office and towards intensive care where young Nylon lay lifeless, hooked to monitors and bags of blood.
He stood outside the room leaning against the window.
A comforting hand was soon felt on his shoulder, he spun round to see Zoe.
"Are you ok?" She asked clearly concerned.
He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, he gave a half hearted shrug and attempted a smile.
"He will be ok" Zoe reassured him as back she could.
Nick nodded before walking off towards to the exit, all he wanted now was to be on his own, alone, to think.
He drove home in silence, normally he would have had music on, but today he wasn't in the mood.
By the time he got back to his flat it was almost ten in the evening, he hadn't planned to be this late.
As he approached the door and put the key in the lock he could Mozart symphony 25 coming from inside, clearly Diana had made herself right at home.
Upon walking in the flat seemed empty, looking round he noticed the ever resourceful Diana had been doing some cleaning, the room was glowing, the sweet smell of air freshener filled the room.
He walked into the kitchen area and began making himself a cup of tea, he opened the cupboard and reached in for a teabag "no teabags" he muttered pulling a face "that's odd" he then took a closer look.
The whole cupboard had been rearranged "what the bloody hell has she done?" He asked himself.
"Diana!" He called.
He opened a draw where the knifes and forks for always kept, no surprise was waiting for him here, they were still there in there rightful place.
"Nick hi" came Diana's cheerful tone from behind him.
"What have you been doing?" He asked.
"Well your cupboards were such a mess I figured I should do some rearranging, a kitchen should be in order not have things dotted about everywhere" she informed opening the knife and forks draw and proceeding to take them out one by one.
"Diana I was quite happy with things the way they were" he spat folding his arms.
"Well I wasn't" she said glancing up at him with a smile.
"You can't just waltz in here and start moving things about! This is my home!"
"Oh don't be so ridiculous Nick"
He took a deep breath and walked away to his room, he wasn't in the mood for an argument, not after the day he'd had.
He suddenly started waving his hands about in the air, there was a fly buzzing round him.
"Dirty fucking things" he muttered watching it come to land on his bedside table, he picked up a book that lay on the bed near by and tossed it at the fly, missing by a mile, the fly promptly buzzed about a bit more before flying out of an open window.
"Wise fly" shouted Nick frustrated as he unbuttoned his shirt.
The music in his living room had now been turned off and the only sound to be heard was Diana's infectious humming.
Nick was beginning to regret letting her stay.
He stripped down to his boxers and lay down on the bed on top of the covers, flicking through his phone he noticed he had a few old photo's of Zoe, he hadn't realised he had kept them until now.
As he scrolled through them he felt some movement down below, he began massaging his cock through his boxers, he made himself semi hard and pulled his boxers down so they were just below his bum.
He chuckled to himself and used both hands to turn his cock to one side, slightly squeezing it and making his japs eye look like a mouth, he did some silly voices for a few moments, strangely this little routine had kept him very occupied in the past.
"Nick who are you talking to?" Came Diana's voice as she burst in just in time to see Nick release his grip and scramble to cover himself.
"What on earth are you doing?" She stood there demanding an answer.
"Never mind what I'm doing! Have you ever heard of the word knock!" He snapped embarrassed.
This woman was seriously starting to get on his nerves.
"Oh Nick you don't have anything down there iv not seen before" she stated walking over to the window and began dusting the window ledge.
"Diana I don't mean to be rude but could you kindly shove off!" Bellowed Nick sitting up and wrapping the bed cover round himself.
She shook her head and muttered something before leaving him be.
"And close the fucking door" Nick yelled becoming more irate "the door was closed when you came in not half closed! Fucking closed!"
A few second later the door was pulled shut.
Nick took a deep breath and lay down. He picked his phone up and sent Zoe a message, it was late but maybe she was still awake, maybe she was even still at work, but he couldn't stay here tonight, Diana was getting on his nerves and it would seem even his own privacy had been taken away from him.
He kept checking the phone in the hope Zoe would soon reply, suddenly his eyes were drawn to Nylons phone, it now flashed up 21 missed calls on the screen.
Nick was starting to wonder if he should bite the bullet and answer it, maybe meet up with whoever was on the other end of the phone so desperately trying to get in touch with Nylon, it could be a family member, but why would they withhold their number? It didn't make sense, nothing did.
He was starting to believe Zoe was right on this one, there was something potentially dangerous about this whole situation, something dangerous about Nylon.
The phone began ringing again, Nick grabbed it and went to answer before stopping himself "is this a good idea?" He asked himself.
He had gone beyond the call of duty before, one time he was bundled into the back of van, held at knife point and forced to treat someone against his will.
Looking back on that incident he laughed, he loved danger, the word danger to him meant adventure and he loved it.
He took in a deep breath and hit the green answer button, holding the phone up his ear he spoke clearly.
"Hello?"
The phone went dead "well that wasn't as much fun as I expected" he mumbled just as his own phone beeped.
It was Zoe, Zoe his star in the night.
He quickly typed out a message saying he was on his way over and that he needed to talk.
It didn't occur to him that he was practically inviting himself over to Zoe's but he was sure she wouldn't mind.
He parked up outside Zoe's, he had so much to say to her, Nylon's phone had been constantly ringing, he placed the phone in his pocket and went to knock the door, Zoe answered immediately, it was as if she had been standing at the window waiting for his arrival.
The door was opened slowly and she smiled at him, pulling him in via his collar "I want you Nick" she gasped grabbing his crotch, kissing him, rubbing herself against him "take me Nick, fucking treat me like the dirty bitch that I am" she wailed ripping his clothes off.
She smelt of stale wine and was slurring her words "Zoe, please let me get in the house first! I'm not in" cried Nick kissing her back and ushering her towards the living room.
"Iv been waiting all night Nick I want you now" she said urgently pushing him down on the sofa.
"Zoe we need to talk"
"Later"
"Zoe please" stuttered Nick between kisses.
She had him down to his boxers, slipping her hand inside she realised something was wrong.
He wasn't hard, not even semi.
She began viciously masterbaiting him, kissing him, sucking his ear lobes, teasing his nipples, but still nothing was happening.
"Nick? What's wrong? Your not..."
"No I'm not" he interrupted pushing her to one side and getting his clothes back on, he glanced down at her, tears were falling down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry Zoe" he whispers sitting down beside her.
"Fuck off Nick just fuck! Stop messing with my head" she screamed clearly angry and embarrassed, she shot to her feet and slapped him all the way to the door.
"Zoe! Wait!" He protested as the door was slammed in his face.
"Oh Zoe!" Yelled Nick hitting the door.
He went back to his car and hit the wheel in anger, this had never happened before "it happens to all men" he grumbled his cheeks burning up.
He sat back and began to think, he wasn't at fault here he didn't come to Zoe for sex, he came to talk to her and she had pounced on him.
That was no excuse for mr happy not popping up though, but it was good enough for him.
He grabbed Nylon's mobile which had again began ringing "yes, hello, what, don't hang up!" He bellowed into the phone.
"Bridge now" was the answer from an unknown voice.
"What bridge" questioned Nick before hearing the receiver go down.
Nick threw the phone into the passenger seat, there was only one bridge in this area that everyone knew about, not really a place anyone should venture late at night.
"Right" he spat starting the car and speeding out of the street towards his destination.
When he reached 'the bridge' all was quiet, he got out and cautiously walked over so he was standing under the bridge surrounded in darkness, he waited five minutes, ten minutes, by the fifteen minute mark he was ready to call it a night.
"Jordan" came a voice that seemed to be embedded into the bridges sloping walls, Nick looked round, feeling afraid now he spoke softly but with angst "who's there?"
Looking to his left he saw Nylon walk into view.
"Nylon" he stuttered shocked "your meant to be in hospital, intensive care is that you?"
"Its me Jordan" was the answer "and you've really fucked things up for me"
Nylon stepped closer into the ray of moonlight from the sky "I'm going to have to kill you Jordan" he stated walking closer a gun in one hand, a knife in the other.
"Nylon what the fuck are you doing!" Shouted Nick shielding himself with his arms.
"I'm going to do you!" Screamed Nylon cocking the gun and placing it against Nick's head...
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