Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

“Have a look what’s on.” I smile at Willow

She excitedly takes out her phone and Google’s the movie timetable. “There’s one on at nine. That would give us time to get dinner beforehand.”

I smile at her excitement. “Okay.” She jumps off the chair excitedly. “You’re the best.” She runs off upstairs. “I’m going to get ready.

I smile to myself. Julian comes over and places his hands on my shoulders. He bends and whispers into my ear, “She’s right. You are the best.”

I put my hand over his and smile sadly. “And you’re still on my shit list.”

“I wouldn’t have gone through with it.”

“But you thought about it.” I sigh.

He bends and kisses my cheek. “I’ll make it up to you when you get home.”

“You are banned from my body,” I whisper sadly. “Forever.”

He turns my head and kisses my lips. “We’ll see.”

Willow and I walk out of the movie at 11:45 p.m. The movie was funny and we laughed out loud the whole time. I needed this night with her to regroup. Our arms are linked as we walk back to the car.

“So what happened with Lola tonight?” I ask.

“To be honest, I think she’s out with someone else.”

I frown. “Why do you think that?”

"I was reading on her phone the other night after she fell asleep on the sofa at our house, and a message came through from a girl asking her to go to a club called Kitty Cats tonight." I listen as I watch her. “Did you ask her about it?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t want to be the jealous girlfriend.”

“Maybe they’re just friends?”

“No, I searched on Facebook and Instagram. They only became friends a week ago.”

My face falls. “Oh.”

“And then, when she messaged me tonight to cancel…” She shrugs again. “I don’t know.”

“Well, maybe she didn’t go to this club Kitty Cats.” I smile, offering her some hope.

She rolls her eyes. “God, I’m off dating already.”

I widen my eyes. “That makes two of us.” I sigh sadly.

We get into the car, and I glance across the road and see a hot pink neon sign.

KITTY CATS

My mouth falls open. “Oh, look, is that it?” I point.

Willows' eyes widen and she cranes her neck as we both peer through the front windscreen.

“Google it. See if it’s the same place?” I whisper.