You Can't Buy My Love

Nolan's POV

"Nolan!" Someone yelled rather loudly.

"What?" I said sleepily. I opened my eyes, the room was hot and bright. I lived in a kick-ass apartment, with a killer view of the city, but while the view was amazing, it was nearly impossible to sleep in.

Still half asleep, I grabbed the baseball cap on my nightstand and put it on my face, in an attempt to shield my eyes. Next to me, I felt a warm body stir.

"You were talking in you sleep," Olivia -- no, Bianca -- said.

"Yeah, sorry." I rubbed my eyes and focused them on the woman beside me. She was brunette and pretty -- generic. "I was dreaming," I said, looking into her brown eyes. God I love girls with brown eyes. I really lucked up this time.

She smiled brightly,

close to me and kissing her on the lips.

surprise, and I turned our bodies so that I was on top of her and her legs wrapped

I repeated, reaching over and grabbing one from the nightstand.

I thought it would be, considering I was too drunk to perceive how it was last night, Bianca told me she

least I could do. I threw on a leather jacket then helped her in hers. I could be sweet when I wanted to be. Which was

was literally right around the corner, and I parked my Mercedes Benz. I turned off the engine, and rushed to the other side to open her door. She smiled brightly at me, and I returned her smile, taking her hand and leading her

made. What if she thinks this is a date? I clinched at the very thought, disgusted. Eek. Dates equal relationships. Which, I happen to despise. I don't understand why people always have to complicate everything with "love". Don't they understand that that's when everything starts going wrong? You

at me, her brown eyes sparkling, and I half smiled back. She looked so happy it almost made me regret having to finish something that I didn't particularly start. Geez, you'd think. As many times as I've done