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“I think we should have a movie afternoon before the party tonight. Forget all about her and watch some people blow shit up. I’m thinkingBattleship.”
“You just wanna perve on Skarsgård.”
“No, I like it for the storyline.”
“Bullshit, sis, but I’m down for that one,” Michael says, smiling for the first time since Danica hit him.
“I’ll get popcorn on my way home,” I say and without another word, the three of them head out to Michael’s car to head home for our impromptu movie session. Then I remember I was meant to be meeting with Calliope in an hour. Reluctantly, I pull my phone out and send her a text.
KANE:Something’s come up and I need to cancel.
Walking back to my office, I grab my things to head home. I’ve just climbed into my car when my phone pings again.
SUNSHINE:Ohh ok … hope everything is ok
KANE:It will be … I hope
KANE:See you tonight.
SUNSHINE:Yeah, sure, OK
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She’s upset and I hate knowing she’s upset, but even more so, I fucking hate the woman who caused me to miss my catch-up with Calliope. I can still feel her lips on mine … and I want to feel them elsewhere. My cock hardens just thinking about her dainty lips wrapped around my dick. As I drive to the store, my cock gets harder and harder. I have to think about fat naked men to get it to deflate.
With popcorn in hand, I make it home just as the movie is starting but I can’t focus. I keep thinking about Calliope and what the future will hold for us; a happily ever after? Or my death when Garrick finds out?
ChapterTwenty-Five
It’s amazing how one text message. Eight words. Thirty-three—yes, I counted them—letters can take a girl from the happiest of highs to the lowest of lows. When Kane canceled on me, it felt like the beginning of the end. I’m probably being overly dramatic but after this morning, I was hoping for … well, I’m not sure exactly what I was hoping for but, whatever the case, I’m left feeling upset. Abandoned. Alone and majorly pissed off.
Fern points out that I’m being a miserable bitch several times throughout the afternoon, while we’re helping Mom set up the party at the country club in the outdoor gazebo. Each time, I flip her the bird and stick my tongue out before getting back to the task Mom has given me. Mature, I know, but I’m hurting right now.
“Mom, this looks amazing,” I tell her once we’re done. The gazebo is adorned with fairy lights crisscrossing their way along the ceiling. The tables are covered in white linen with vases of lilies, the flowers Mom walked down the aisle with when she married Daddy, and tea light candles to create a romantic vibe. The dance floor in the middle is shiny and ready for people to get down and boogie. Two bars are set up on either side and a covered walkway leads into the country club where just inside we have a room set aside that is currently housing the cake, thank-you gifts, and a makeup stand to touch ourselves up should we need it.
A waiter joins us and hands us each a glass of champagne. “Compliments of Mr. Fischer, to be handed to you three ladies when everything is set and ready.”
The three of us all coo. “Daddy is so sweet,” I tell Mom.
“He sure is. I was lucky to find my Romeo all those years ago.”
Smiling, I wonder if Kane and I will ever get to celebrate a milestone like this, but then I remember he canceled on me earlier today and my smile deflates.Why did he cancel?I have asked myself that question a million times today. Maybe I need to give him the benefit of the doubt before I go jumping to conclusions, but I’m a woman. When it comes to matters of the heart, we don’t think clearly. I always did have an overactive imagination, hence why I’m good at marketing. Well, I think I am, but the fact I’m a stripper and not working in marketing may suggest that I do in fact suck at marketing.
“So, Cali, honey, are you seeing anyone?” Mom asks, just as Fern takes a sip. Said sip sprays everywhere when she starts to cough and splutter. Me being me, I laugh while Mom, goes into mom mode. “Fern, sweetheart, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Momma J, just went down the wrong way.”
“That’s what she said,” I mumble under my breath, causing Fern to choke on her laugh.
“You’ll pay for that, Fischer.”
“Bring it on, Halstead.”
Mom shakes her head and smiles at us. “Please never change, girls.”
“Not a chance,” Fern and I say in unison. She drapes her arm around me, pulling me in for a side hug.
“She’s my Cal, Momma J, and she’s stuck with me forever.”
“More like you’re stuck with me, babe.” We smile at each other and then I look to Mom. “Well, we all better get home and make ourselves beautiful.”
