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“Hi, my angel girl! How are you?”
“I’m good. I miss you and Chase. When are you coming back?”
Chase and I exchanged smiles. “Not for a while, but we miss you so much!”
“Mommy, it’s Merry!” she shouted.
Beverly took the phone. “Hi Merritt. How’s everything going? Did we wake you?”
“No, we were up. Chase was just about to call you to tell you about last night.”
He took the phone from me, shooting me a dirty look. “Hi, mom.”
I went to get off the bed, but was stopped by a large hand. He gently but firmly pushed me back down, smirking at me while he continued his phone conversation. Holding the phone in between his ear and his shoulder, he tugged on my tank top until it was over my head. His hands began traveling over every inch of my bare skin.
“It went great. I have a meeting with him later.”
I took his hand and placed it between my legs, slipping my other hand inside of his boxers. I watched him close his eyes and let out a silent breath.
“Okay, mom. I’ll call you after.” He was breathing harder as I worked my hand in his boxers. “I promise, I won’t sign anything without reading it. Okay, okay. I love you, too. Okay, mom. Bye.”
I giggled as he set his phone onto his nightstand.
“No more phone calls,” he ordered.
Hours later, Chase finally crawled out of bed to leave for his meeting. We had been spending a lot of time under the covers together, and I was more than enjoying it. Once his new California life officially started, I knew I would be spending much of my time alone. I would miss our physical closeness, and wondered if our emotional bond would be affected by it. I did not yet know what exactly I was in for.
Brooke texted to see if I was interested in going shopping with her. Thankful for a distraction from my thoughts, I agreed to meet her. I knew it was important to make the effort, and to make new friends. I rolled out of bed, took a quick shower, and threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
I waved to Brooke as I approached her at the storefront. She was dressed to the nines, which I was not prepared for.
“How do you think it’s going for the boys?” she asked, sliding her expensive looking sunglasses to the top of her head.
“Hopefully, they’re hearing good news. I’m just nervous about what the paperwork might say.”
She swung open the door for me. “I know. It’s like selling your soul to the industry.”
I walked into the boutique, and was greeted by yet another slender blonde. “Hi, welcome to Teal. Would you like a wheatgrass shot, or a glass of our hibiscus water?”
I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing. “No, thanks.”
“We’ll take two wheatgrass shots,” Brooke answered. “You have to try it. It’s hella fresh.”
“Thanks,” I said, reluctantly taking the bright green glass. I took a sip, and my face immediately contorted into disgust. I turned around and dribbled that sip back into the glass. I tried to play it cool, but began coughing. “This tastes like lawn clippings!” I whispered to Brooke.
She giggled. “But it’s healthy for you!”
“I’m healthy enough.” I set the glass down on a jewelry display table.
“Thanks for meeting me here.” She thumbed through the rack of dresses next to us. “If our boys are getting a record deal, we need to step up our wardrobes!”
I tried to envision what a step up from her already chic wardrobe would look like. Discreetly, I checked the price tag dangling from the sleeve of the nearest blouse. “My wallet is telling me to step down.”
Brooke giggled again. “You’re funny. So, what’s your story?”
“My story?” I pretended to scan the next rack of clothes. “It’s not a very interesting one.”
“What’s it like in New York?”
