Darling Nikki

Nicole Lindner wasn’t just any bitch. She was THAT BITCH.

She was the type to go into a designer store and drop ten bills without even looking at the price tag.

She always paid for the check without looking at the receipt first. She didn’t have to.

She spent money like water but always had just enough in her account at all times.

She had that swagger. The confidence that was so overwhelming, it made other women want to be like her and get to know her even more. But Nikki was a woman who had few friends and many enemies. But it wasn’t to say she didn’t like it like that. The tighter her circle, the fewer problems presented themselves. The more enemies she had, the more free publicity garnered.

After all, to be hated is to be loved in Nikki’s mind.

She came to the club by herself that night. Having a hard day at work, all Nikki wanted was to get drunk and forget about her troubles. There was nothing more irresistible than a man who had confidence. Not just any confidence. Rich, buttery soul smoothness. Not all men have it. Not all women want it. But there was something about Dave Batista that was captivating.

But Nikki wasn’t focused on his looks or confidence. She didn’t give a damn about neither. She was so used to scaring men off with her brash demeanor, she found herself stumbling and stuck when Dave wouldn’t remove himself from her presence.

“Listen, you have exactly five seconds to get the hell out of my face before I…”

Dave stepped up to the petite beauty. “Before you what?”

Is this motherfucker seriously challenging me? Nikki softly nodded to the drink in her hand. “Dare me to throw this drink in your face.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“You wanna bet?”

“Knowing you, that drink probably has all the top-shelf labels in it,” Dave’s swagger was undeniable to Nikki, “you’re not going to waste it on me.”

“You don’t know that.”

Dave shook his head in defiance. “And risk getting kicked out of the club?”
“There are others I can go to,” she responded.

“And I can make sure you don’t get into any of them.”

“You don’t own a goddamn thing.”

“You don’t know that.” Dave defied her.

Nikki closed her eyes. Why was she arguing with some asshole whose name she forgotten already? “I’m such a good mood, I’m going to do you a favor,” she picked up her Chloe clutch. “Bye!”

“I’ll see you later, Ms. Lindner.”

“In your dreams, asshole,” Nikki repeated.