“I hear you’re tagging along with me tonight?” Jake pats me on the head as he passes me in the kitchen and kisses Emma a little naughtily on the mouth. She giggles as his hands skim her body sneakily and I can almost imagine him winking at her before he pulls away as I watch that broad back and shoulders from this viewpoint.

I used to feel uncomfortable with their constant public affections and how often they get lost in each other. Now all I want is to be standing here with Arry this way and I’m impatient to go back to the city to see him. Talking to Sylvana earlier gave me the kick up the butt I needed and now I don’t want to waste any more time.

Emma told me he was flying to the city for a few hours for work and I am taking full advantage of the Jake Carrero cab service.

“Yep. I’m going home to fix my life.” I smile confidently, my head has a plan and I am not waiting here another day to sort things out. I haven’t called him or text because I know I want to see him face to face. I need to work out exactly what I am going to say on the flight home. Nervous, anxious but I need to fix things with the one person who makes life bearable.

“Better put on a pretty dress then.” Jake smirks at me as he moves to the pots Emma has bubbling on the stove, filling the room with amazing smells and peeks inside. She slaps his butt when he sticks his finger in one and he gives her another kiss for the pleasure.

“My aim is not seduction, Jake, it’s talking things out.” I don’t think trying to bed Arry is going to help anything and as I am still recovering and still blood spotting then sex is the last thing on my mind. I’m not ready to go there yet. I doubt Arry will be either.

Emma shoves him out of the way, throwing me an exasperated look and butts him with her hip to get back in against her stove. He stands behind her and moves close enough that I know he’s probably ass poking her with his groin. He’s so transparent with his constant sexual advancements on his little blue-eyed girl.

“He’s having his farewell do with the staff from the sixty fifth floor tonight at the Pegu club, to say so long now he’s resigned.” Jake turns on me and watches with that know it all expression and I sag. I had no idea he was even having a ‘thing’ to cut ties with all the people he has worked with for years, it’s not like we have been talking at all.

Another failure at being his girlfriend, like I need any more on that list.

“Right. Good night to show up, huh? Either go wait all night for him at home to come back drunk and hard to handle or go embarrass myself in front of all his staff.” Great choice: my nerves soar high as my stomach plummets. I don’t want to sit in the apartment all night twiddling my thumbs and I can’t exactly call him and ask him to leave it early.

“Well you need to figure out if he’s worth it.” He grins at me and I know he’s being his asshole self and pretty much telling me to suck it up. I didn’t really plan on a public show down or reunion and now I am seriously doubting this whole thing.

“Guess I need to go rummage my case then, right?” I sigh defeatedly and try like crazy to ignore the churning fear growing inside of me. If I want to see him then I need to get a grip and show up at his night out, even if he might not exactly be happy to see me.

“Better move. I have my meeting with my dad and two clients to get to, so I can’t delay the flight for long.”

***

“Good luck, kiddo” Jake hands me my jacket from the back of his car and I slide across the seat to get out onto the sidewalk. It’s not late, only nine p.m. but already Soho is bustling with party goers and people out for a good time. I open the door slightly then smile when Jake’s driver pulls it fully for me and stands politely aside.

“Wish me luck.” I kiss him on the cheek quickly and Jake squeezes my hand as he lets me go. We didn’t really talk much on the flight because he knows I had to sit and think through what I need to say. He left me alone and worked on his laptop and I stared aimlessly at darkening sky and passing clouds. Nothing gets your head in perspective than a silent flight for an hour and lots of breathing space.

I’m sick with tension and nerves as I have no clue at all how he is going to be when he sees me. I was too scared to text him in case he told me not to come and now my flip flop of organs and butterfly stomach flutters are doing nothing to help me get calm.

“I’ll have my driver drop your case off at the apartment for you going home. Call me if you need me. I’ll be in the city until late with this dinner meeting.”

“Okay. I’m sure it will be fine and if not. I can get a cab to our apartment; it’s still my home too.” I reassure him, crossing my fingers that I won’t be going home alone after this.

“You look beautiful and you have an upper hand. Arrick is crazy about you, even if he’s not in a good place.” Jake’s serious tone sort of hints that I should expect a little Arry resistance and I swallow hard.

This isn’t going to be easy.

on me and small heels. My hair is down and curled and I have spent way too long on that flight making my almost not there make up perfect. I know he will be blown away at seeing me

wish I had the confidence to match how

I cross the sidewalk to the overflowing doors of the Pegu Club and slide in

to think and I start searching the long narrow walkway stretched out between the bar and the seating nooks

may take a while. It’s a pretty urban looking space, warm and glowy with wood floors and leather seating in various earthy tones. It’s

between crowds as I try to make my way further back. If this is a group outing, then they will have had to gather a lot of seating in one

spot a large group of people who stand out obviously, as most of them are dressed like they came from an office and are not done up like the rest of

need to ask relative strangers where he is and make it obvious, I wasn’t invited. I’m trying to not let my fear get

on where

looking where I was…” I turn with a heated face of embarrassment and stop dead when I come eye

wonder if one is for Arrick. I try not to scowl at her, even though my initial reaction is to

drops slightly, and I swear I see an ounce of disappointment that makes my anger rise. I have no idea what she thought she was

the men’s room.” She responds a little cattily and I glance back at the bud in her hand with a

as her date. I know him. I have to not read anything

to pull the full-on

in all his glory again for the first time. He hasn’t automatically clicked the blonde with his PA is me and he’s taking the drink from her with a quick smile

looks so handsome. His shirt is semi fitted and open at the collar over dark pants, his jacket looks so tailored on that muscular body, black and open wide and even though he’s obviously been at work in this outfit, it somehow looks right for this casual setting. He looks like my idea

like all the air

doing here?” Is the first thing he says. Dead pan, emotionally concealed and my heart sinks a little more. He doesn’t look happy that I am here, and I have to remind myself that he doesn’t have

seem thrilled to see me.” I try for a smile; aware Amanda is still hanging around even if she has stepped

time I saw you we broke up and you told me to leave. I haven’t had any demanding

breaking my heart. This isn’t a bickering fight and sometime apart I am dealing with. Arry is done with me and my behavior and he doesn’t look overly interested in talking it out. I hurt him more than even I have comprehended, and my heart aches with complete remorse. My throat goes dry with nerves and a longing

things right. I ignore his sarcasm, because I know he’s trying to wound me an ounce of how I’ve

of the suited people nearby and

me, dismiss me, but I impulsively grab his

home because I missed you, because I’m sorry. I want to make things right. I need to talk to you.” It comes out childishly, all my rehearsed speeches and apologies falling to ashes when faced with a very real threat that maybe

what exactly? For throwing everything back in my face when I needed you. For pushing me out and punishing me? Or do you mean for pretty much acting

Ouch.

playing nice or thinking about reunions. Arrick is in closed down, stay the hell away from me mode and I have never had to pull him out of this. He isn’t one to hold grudges or moods for a long time, especially not days

fill my eyes and I’m losing all strength and conviction in my plan. I have no idea what to say. Out of my depth and like a stupid little girl with no understanding of how a real relationship works at all. Arry has sheltered, chased, and pampered me for so long that I don’t know

being so naïve

It’s not who I am, and I’ve let you get away with it for so long because I was wrapped up in how I felt about you. You weren’t there when I needed you. I’m starting to realize it was only a matter of time before we started to crack—we have been in a bubble for too long. Real life and real problems are

grip the necklace around my throat impulsively as his words cut me to the core, the tiny puzzle piece digging cruelly into my palm as I try to catch my breath. A symbol of what we are, and it feels like it’s choking me suddenly. He seems so

out brokenly, but he lifts his beer and takes a drink, looking away from me with

so defeated and low, almost as though he doesn’t even have

strangled and painful and a tear rolls down my cheek pathetically. I never saw this coming at all but even as it’s killing me, I know I deserve all of it. He’s walking away, and I’m

filling up and insides crumbling. So many people get in my way and it’s near impossible to get

behind and pulls me back. I turn instinctively to battle whatever man thinks he can touch me, fierce sweeping over heart break and come face to face with hazel/green eyes under a set brow that takes my

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