Page 134 of The Man Upstairs


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“Wow!”

“Are you in?”

“Hell yes.”

Rosie picked up her phone at that. I had her sold. It was a joy to watch her, excitement buzzing as she paced the room, chatting away to Lola. Excitement that turned into sadness when she hung up.

“Peter says they’d rather pay their own way, but he needs a couple of months to save up.”

Ah, the pride of man. I should have known that would be the case.

“Call Lola back. Let me speak to Peter.”

It took a while to convince Peter. I told him, with the utmost respect to anyone’s financial position, that I could easily pay for us all. One night in London was a drop in the ocean for me, that what mattered here was our good friendship, and love for our girls. They deserved a break and so did we.

“The cost is nothing, Peter. But the experience will be everything. We would be honoured if you would both come along.”

“You’re some bloke, you know that,” Peter said.

I laughed. “So Rosie keeps telling me. Do we have a deal?”

“I’d be dumb to say no, wouldn’t I?”

“Is that a yes?”

“I guess so. Thank you, mate.”

“No, Peter. Thankyou. You’re very welcome.”

Rosie practically screamed when I hung up, leapt into my arms and squeezed the life out of me.

“You’re amazing,” she said.

I used my laptop to check out possible hotels and venues. Rosie looked through the listings with me, and she skirted past the obvious choice. A particularly stunning one in Chelsea with its own courtyard, grand windows and a whole host of facilities.

“How about that one?” I said. “It’s by the far the best we’ve seen.”

“No way,” she said when she saw the price tag. “That’s crazy nice. Too nice.”

“Do you think you’d enjoy it?”

“Enjoy it?! How could anyone not? Pete loves the gym. Lola loves swimming.”

“And how about you, sweetheart? What do you love?”

“Grand windows like that.” She laughed. “And yeah, I love swimming, too. I’ll love everything when it’s with you guys. Everything!”

Everything.

That twisted possessiveness came over me again. It was bizarre. She wasn’t going to be fucking Peter, that much was clear, but even the thought was enough to set my blood boiling. One could almost say it was a refreshing feeling. A passionate selfishness.

I enjoyed it. Strange, but true.

Two grand suites were available at the venue. I managed to secure both together for the very next weekend, and Rosie let out a squeal as she messaged Lola back with the link. In some ways I wished she hadn’t done that. The cost would be quite something to behold. She got back anooooo,we couldn’t!But I was insistent. A nice break was on the cards, and they deserved one, as did my little angel. Hell, we all needed out of here.

The next few days were a countdown. College, writing, fucking like crazy, and building excitement.

Lola and Peter came to Crenham Drive early on Saturday morning before we set off on our trip, as I was happy to take my new little runaround of a car down into the city. I’d have usually cracked open a bottle of wine and a full whisky bottle if I wasn’t the driver, so it was a good job I was. Or was it? Was that the only reason I wasn’t already desperate to get the alcohol flowing?

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