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Chapter Six - Charles
My gaze falls on the black dining room chairs as I walk back into the Airbnb at Fitzgerald’s Place, my mind jumping back to her taste and the cum staining the fabric below her ass as she came on my face. Fuck. What the fuck am I meant to do in this situation?
I don’t know if I want to punch my son in the face for being on the arm of my girl or scream at the sky and demand why life can be this sick. My girl? I’ve spent one weekend with her and now I think she’s mine?
“Boy, oh boy, I’m in trouble.” I need to be logical. I need to speak with her to find out if they are serious. If they are, I’ll have to just take a break from seeing Chuck until I can stomach seeing him with Lillian. How am I ever going to be okay with that?
How am I going to talk to her when I don’t know her phone number? Facebook?
I don’t think about whether it is a good idea or not, I call my assistant.
“Hello, boss?”
“Sorry to disturb your day of—”
“I’m working still; what do you want?” Her voice shoots through the phone with the authority of an experienced drill sergeant. I can imagine the look she’d be giving me if I was standing in front of her and it burns.
I don’t bother asking why she is working on a day she isn’t meant to be. “Can you help me find one of my son’s friends on Facebook? I’ve got one of her…” I scramble for something I need to return to her other than her hat that is staring at me from the table. “Her earring.” What?
“Oh, holy shit, Charles, seriously?” Her voice spirals to a crackly shrill. “Why would you do something like that?”
“I didn’t know she was his friend!” I should have denied it and said she misunderstood but I don’t like to be dishonest and I’d be directly lying to her if I said anything else.
“What do you mean you didn’t know?” There’s no room for avoidance in her tone. If I want her help, I’m going to have to explain it to her.
“On the last visit here, I met this girl at one of Giovanni’s parties and we spent the weekend together in my Airbnb and then she disappeared and didn’t so much as leave me her number. Then today at Felicity’s party, she walked in on Charles Junior’s arm.”
There’s silence as she processes the information. I really want to ask her to just look her up on Facebook but I could compromise her actually doing it. She can easily say no. She often tries to persuade me away from bad decisions. This can’t be classed as a good one.
“I assume you know her first name.” She sighs into the phone in defeat. “I don’t know how you survived before me.”
“Lillian. It could be shortened to Lilly and I know, you’re without a doubt my guiding angel… Have you found her?”
There’s the dull thud of her fingers on her phone screen near the mic. “Lillian Laurence. I’ll send the link to your messenger. Will there be any more unethical work for you, sir?” The sarcasm drips through the phone, making me grin even though she can’t see it.
“Not today, thank you!”
“Yep.” The line goes dead as she hangs up. I’m lucky to have her. I would never have found Lillian without her. I can barely work my phone, let alone find someone on Facebook.
I follow the profile link that Sara, my assistant, sends through. I’m in awe as Lillian’s profile pops up and all her pictures cover the screen. Shit. What if they are dating?
The worry is quick to disperse, however, because her Facebook says single. They’re friends. You can tell that with the amount of pictures that pop up with Charles Junior in them with her. She must be in some of his. Yet I don’t think I had ever noticed her in them. Not that I have seen very much of his social media. I’d rather sit down with a book than with my phone.
I message her without hesitation.
7:37 p.m. Charles: Hello, I’m sorry we didn’t get a moment to talk today. I would like to explain and return the hat you left here.
The more pictures I flick through of hers, the more I wonder if I should have even messaged her. She did leave intentionally knowing I would not be able to contact her. I might have freaked her out being at the party. Might? She’s probably as freaked out as I am.
I pull myself away from staring at her Facebook profile and toss the phone on the table beside me. I’m going to have to come to terms with the fact that she was a diamond I let slip through my fingers. I must have done something wrong, and while it would be nice to know what, I’m not going to invade her space. I probably just crossed a line by messaging her.
A break, that’s what I need. I get up to go to the kitchen to pour myself a drink when my phone vibrates on the table. Shit.
