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After a few minutes of papers and chat, he slides a piece of paper over to me, a list of numbers. Picking it up, I look at him, confused.
“What’s this?” I ask, waving the paper around in the air.
“It’s the highest offer we have so far on the house. I’m not sure you realise how sought-after a house in that area of London is. We have been inundated with offers, but this one blows them all out of the water.”
The numbers don’t even make sense, I can’t get my head around it. I knew my parents were wealthy; they have left me a fund for when I turn 28. But this is…unexpected. I’m in shock and hand it to Charlie. When she sees it, she goes to stand up butfalls off the chair backwards. The look on her face is so funny I burst out laughing.
“Well shit me!” she says in a shocked whisper, grabs the chair and sits back down.
“Sorry, did you see that number on there? It’s more than I’ve ever seen, ever.” I’m still laughing, but I look at the guy behind the desk and nod for him to accept it.
An hour later, we are all done. Charlie asks if I want to head to the house to get anything before I leave.
“No, I’m never going back there, but if you could organise a charity to come in, they can have all the furniture, anything they want.” I don’t want anything, I have the bits I need: photos of my parents, the keepsake stuff, the important things.
“You said it boss,” she says, giving me another hug. I could not have gotten through today without Charlie by my side. A little bit of me wishes it was Jack here to comfort me. But I know he has so much going on right now; he needs to be there for his employees, making sure they get it all together and back up and running.
“Drink? I need a drink. Oh and they’re on me.”
“Absolutely, they are on you.” Linking arms, we walk down towards Leicester Square and head to a bar.
“This feels good, doesn’t it? The two of us being back together, like old times,” Charlie says as we set down our fourth cocktail. I should stop. I’ve got a long journey back, but I’m enjoying this way too much.
I’ve messaged Jack a few times, telling him what I’m up to; he seems okay but I think he will feel better once I’m back, even though he is in Ibiza right now.
“It does feel good; no matter what happens from now on, I hope you will always be in my life.”
“I hope so too, and I’m sorry…I should have tried harder to get to you, but everything I tried, he was there with an answer, eventold me you had had enough of me pestering you, and that you didn’t want to see me again. I should have known then really, that something was seriously wrong, but I could have never guessed just how bad, I’m so sorry.” Tears well up in her eyes as she speaks, her shoulders slumped in defeat and regret for how our friendship ended.
“You have nothing to be sorry for; it’s all in the past and we have a good future ahead of us.” I chuckle.
“What are you laughing at?” she says, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Makes us sound like a couple the way we are going on.” She laughs with me, and before you know it, happy and sad tears are falling down our cheeks. It feels so good to have her back in my life. This is how it should have been all along.
After a few more cocktails, lots of girl talk and a pizza, I head back to the train station. It’s already 8 p.m. I’ve been here a lot longer than I thought, but it’s okay, I’ve had so much fun. It’s a two-and-a-half-hour train ride with one transfer at this time of night, so three-ish hours and I should be back.
“Wow, how drunk are you?” Jack says when he calls me an hour later, you can hear the stress and anxiety in his voice.
“Very, but I have had a fabulous time. Also I have some news. I sold the house! So we celebrated, maybe a little too much, but I have pizza, water and oh that’s it.” Jack mumbles something I don’t quite hear, but I get the feeling he’s worried I’m on the train alone and drunk, maybe he has a point. Oh well, too late to worry about it now.
I’m glad you have supplies.” He is a man of few words, but a good man, and so fucking fantastic in bed, well not just in bed, on the floor, on the sofa, in the kitchen, he would be amazing at it anywhere.
I can’t wait to have him in my kitchen, for him to bend me over the counter, rip my dress up and pull my underwater to one sideand just fuck me, take me, fill me up with his massive cock, oh god, it feels good already and I’m not even doing it, the tension between my legs feels like it’s going explode the more I think about him in me.
“Mil are you still there?” he asks and my cheeks flush. I know he can’t see me, but my god.
“Oh, yes, sorry, got lost in my thoughts,” I hold in a laugh.
“And what thoughts are they Millie?” he asks with curiosity seeping through his voice. “Anything I should know about?”
“If you’re alone, I’ll tell you. I’ll text you what I was thinking.”
“I’m alone, in the villa, all by myself,” he cuts me off and I can’t help but smile.
“Okay, stay on the phone, read it and tell me what you think.” I’ve never done this before; it feels exciting, he has no idea what I’m going to tell him, so I suppose I better make it good. I love how brave I become when I’ve had a drink.
Me:Just a little fantasy I had, and have never lived it out…you walk into the cottage and find me wearing a long green dress. It’s silk, flowing over my body like water. It has a low back, a deep plunge at the front and a slit in the side rising to my hip. When you see me, you drop everything and walk over to me, taking my mouth with yours like you can’t contain yourself.
