“Well, since you asked so nicely…” There was a familiar humming sound in the background. “You know, I haven’t heard from you since the last time I saw…” He stopped himself and cleared his throat. “What’s the name?”
“Aubrey Everhart.”
“Do you know what borough?”
“No,” I said. “But the address can’t be more than a few months old. She just moved here.”
He was silent for a little while, tapping and touching buttons.
“Found it,” he said. “7654 Fifth Avenue.”
Five blocks away…
I thought about whether I should wait until morning to stop by, but I was already putting on my coat.
“It was nice hearing from you again, Liam…” the old man’s voice brought me back to the present. “Good to know you’re well and…getting over what happened.”
“I’ll never get over it.” I hung up and headed outside, signaling for the town car driver to open the back door.
“Where to, Mr. Hamilton?” he asked.
“7654 Fifth Avenue.”
“Right away.”
It took less than twenty minutes to get there, and when we arrived I stared at the brownstone for a while. It looked like something I would’ve purchased years ago when I lived here, something far out of budget for a ballerina, so I figured her parents were paying the rent.
Stepping out of the car, I adjusted my coat and walked to her door—knocking five times.
“Coming!” She yelled.
The door swung open, but she wasn’t standing behind it. It was her boyfriend.
“Um…” He looked confused. “Did you leave the pizza in your car or something?”
“I’m not a f**king pizza guy. Where is Aubrey?”
“It depends. Didn’t we just see you at the gala?” He crossed his arms as Aubrey stepped into the doorway. “Who are you?”
“He’s no one, again,” she said, standing on her toes to kiss his lips.
He looked at me with his eyebrow raised as he returned her kiss.
“My c**k has been in every inch of her mouth.” I gritted my teeth.
Aubrey gasped, her cheeks turning bright red. “I am so sorry, Brian… Can you give us a moment please?”
He looked between the both of us, anger creeping onto his face, but he walked away.
“What do you f**king want, Andrew?” She fumed. “What do you want?”
“To talk.”
“About what?”
“You and me, about us being friends again…”
“That will never f**king happen. Is that it?”