“Sor—”
I punch him and chase after her. She stops, looks back, and shakes her head before she gets in the car and drives off.
“Fucking hell.”
“What the actual fuck. You just hit me, you asshole.” Falcon stands next to me, rubbing his jaw. “This one I didn’t even deserve.”
“Oh, I’m sure you deserved it, somehow,” his sister comments laughing. Then she crosses her hands over her chest as she looks to me. “So, you’re the reason she missed work?” I shrug, I have no idea. “I think you need to give her space. She isn’t like Selena, she doesn’t like to be the center of attention.”
I scratch my jaw. She’s right. I’m used to having to make it right straight away. Maybe she needs time.
“One week,” I say.
Tracey laughs. “Let’s aim for two at least.”
“Fuck.”
“You can do it,” Falcon says laying his hand on my shoulder, then sucker punches me in the gut. “You deserved that, asshole,” he says as he walks away.
Time?
Fuck.21StormStorm
A wedding, I’m helping plan a wedding. It’s so exciting. It helps me forget about everything else that’s going wrong in my life right now. Echo’s kept his distance, and I have only felt like calling him over twenty times, so that’s a plus. It could be worse. Maybe.
“I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s too soon?” Mel asks from behind the curtain. My leg bounces with excitement as I wait for her. She came up to spend the weekend with me and to try on dresses which I insisted on.
“No way. He would have married you years ago if he had his way.” She smiles as she steps out. “Oh my God, Mel. It’s beautiful. You are beautiful.” My hands cover my mouth because the dress fits her perfectly. The lace runs up her back with soft white buttons and there’s like a train of lace all the way down which stands out behind her.
“Is it too soon to say this is it, if it’s the only one I’ve tried on?”
My head starts shaking. “No. If this is it. It’s it.”
She nods as she stares in the mirror. “Are you going to bring a date?” I shrug. “You could bring him, you know. I know you tried the no strings attached thing but that didn’t work. You obviously care for him, even if you want to say you don’t.”
“It just got more complicated than I wanted.”
“You can’t expect to sleep with someone for weeks and weeks and not form some kind of bond, Storm.” Her hands brush down the dress. “I’m getting it, and you’re bringing a date.” She walks off before I can even say anything. She’s getting married in a month. They both don’t want anything big, only those who have been there through their relationship, and family. It’s about time they finally got married. I’m amazed it didn’t happen earlier, to be honest. Looking down at my cell, I notice I have a missed call from work, then a message to follow it.
“Mel, you be okay getting back to mine? I have to head into work to sort a few things out?”
“Yes. Grab a bottle of wine on your way back. I’ll need one to sort out this seating chart,” she yells back.“Really? Vicki, why is she wearing pink?” The model stops doing up her dress and pauses at my words.
“You said pink.” Walking to the wardrobe, I tear the peach colored dress I had picked out and hand to the model who nods and rushes off to get changed.
“If you can’t follow orders—”
Her hands shoot up in the air. “I think the pink looks better.” She shrugs.
“It doesn’t. It’s softer colors we want, Vicki. Soft. Not bright. So next time you go your own way on one of my orders, maybe you can also hand in your keys.” The office assistant runs up to me handing me a note before she disappears.
“In my office,” I murmur reading the note while walking away. I have no meetings scheduled today, so I’m unsure of why someone would be in there waiting for me. Opening my office door my heart beats, hard. His blond hair is right there sitting on one of my chairs. He shouldn’t be here. Why is he here? And then he turns around, and my heart falls to the floor. I’m not even sure how I feel about this.
“Mike, a pleasure to see you.” He nods and offers me his hand. Taking it, I shake. “I would say this is unexpected, but your visit is in no way expected, so I’m unsure why you’re here?” He looks tired, very fucking tired. Not the man I met the week before at his very own wedding. He appeared happy, almost up-himself that day. The man in front of me now looks nothing like that man. This one looks like his favorite balloon was popped, and he was laughed at when he cried about it.