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“Deal … on both accounts. Now, I have an assignment to complete. I’ll talk to you soon. Love you.”
“Love you too, Princess.”
Hanging up from Dad, I flop back on my bed and stare up at the ceiling feeling a smidge guilty that I once again lied to my dad. Life here in New York is hard, really, really fucking hard. This course is so much more challenging now but in saying that, I’m loving every minute of it, but it’s the cost of living in NYC that is pushing me to breaking point. This city is crazy expensive, it’s eating away at my savings and soon, I’m going to be homeless unless things change.You can always tell your family that you are struggling and they will help,I internally chastise myself, but the truth is, I’m stubborn, like my father, and want to do this on my own.
Things happen for a reason and I just need to patiently wait for all the stars to align for me, like they did for my roommate, Nicole. I just have to be patient.
She recently started working at a strip club to make some extra cash … and I’m talking really good cash. I’m not that desperate, yet, but if things keep going like this, I can see a spinning pole, sleazy businessmen, and nipple tassels in my future if I’m not careful.
The alarm on my phone pings and alerts me to the fact that I’m going to be late to meet Seth. He’s a guy I met on campus last week. We’ve been texting back and forth and this afternoon is our first official date. I’m excited, however, my gut is telling me something is off with him but my vagina, she has other ideas. Ever since I popped my cherry when I first got here, she’s taken on a new life and I’m horny all the time. I’m not a slut or anything, but I do like to ride the stallions on campus.
Blotting my lips, I take one last look at my reflection and smile. I look hot in an understated way. My long golden hair is down and I’m wearing a gray, almost black, wrap dress that accentuates my cleavage and stops just above my knees. Sitting on the end of my bed, I pull on my knockoff Louboutin black pumps … one day I will own an original pair of Christian Louboutin ‘So Kate’ black pumps, with the classic pointed toe and signature red sole. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted a pair of Louboutin heels—I blame Carrie Bradshaw for this obsession. I also blame her for me wanting to live in New York City. That show made it look fabulous and don’t get me wrong, it is, it’s just freakin’ expensive.
Grabbing my clutch, I sing out my goodbye to Nicole, who’s currently in the shower belting out “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls. Walking down the street, I’m still humming along and miming the words to “Wannabe” when I bump into something, well someone, with a hard chest and a scent I would recognize anywhere. His hand reaches out to steady me and when I look up, my eyes widen, it’shim.
“Mr. H, what are you doing here?”
“Just visiting my lawyer. You?”
We silently stare at one another and something passes between us, but it’s quickly broken when I pull myself out of his grip. I immediately feel the loss and then I utter, “I’m ahh, on my way to a date.” Pushing my hair behind my ear, I look up at him and smile.
“At three in the afternoon?”
I shrug, I too was shocked at him wanting to meet so early in the day but it just means more time for us to spend together, right? “Don’t tell Dad,” I quickly add. “You know what he’s like. School is already stressful; I don’t need him adding to my stresses by killing Seth because he took me out for coffee.”And hopefully more because since running into Mr. H my already antsy va-jay-jay is now thrumming like the drums part of“In the Air Tonight”byPhil Collins.
“Your secret is safe with me.” He mimes zipping his lips and I laugh.
It’s been a few months since I’ve been home and I swear, now I’m older and not in Silverbell Shore daily, the man before me has gotten hotter. The older Mr. H gets, the sexier he becomes. He’s like a fine wine, aging perfectly, and I just so happen to love wine, but we can never be because he’s my dad’s best friend and I’m, well, me. So I will just continue to appreciate him from afar and in secret.
“Thanks, Mr. H.”
“Thought I told you to call me Kane?”
“You did, repeatedly, but you’ve been Mr. Heatherington to me all my life, it’s weird calling you Kane, so I shortened it.”
“Fair enough.” He nods and smiles. “How’s the big city treating you?”
That’s the one question everyone always asks and I hate lying to them, but I don’t want to let anyone down. “It’s great, thanks. How’s life back home?”
“Same old, same old.”
“That sounds about right. Dad mentioned a renovation at the hotel, can’t wait to see it. It was already beautiful.”
“It’s nothing major, just a splash of paint and I finally replaced that chandelier in the lobby.”
My eyes widen because that light fixture was ugly as hell. “The ugly light is finally gone?” Then my eyes widen farther when I realize I voiced it out loud, but from the look on Mr. H’s face at my kind of rude comment, he’s not offended.
“Yes, I finally succumbed to pressure to update it and now that the new one is in place, I can admit the old one was hideous.” He laughs at what he says and the joyous look on his face enhances his looks. My vagina is once again thrumming at his sexiness.Down girl.
“Hideous was an understatement. Mr. H, you really should fire the designer who chose that.”
“I’m trying to divorce her right now so …”
Wow, I never realized his wife helped in the beginning, I didn’t think she had anything to do with The Clifton.
“That was so rude of me, Mr. H, I’m so sorry.” Dammit, I’m bringing out all the rude comments this afternoon. Mr. H is muddling my brain and causing me to not think before I speak.
“Don’t be, Calliope, everyone is entitled to their opinion.”
