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I busied myself with hanging my dress in the closet. Natasha continued speaking.
“It’s better to tell him what you want next time. Not bad for your first.”
I stopped and glared at her. “I don’t know what you have going on with Ari, but Jonas isn’t like that.” I walk back to the bed and start unwrapping the CDs.
“Jonas who? Is he in the middle of a divorce?”
I flushed. “He was, but it’s a friendship.”
She flounced down on my bed. “Darling, so is Ari.”
I gritted my teeth. What does she know? I didn’t want to discuss Jonas with her. “Get out of my room.”
“He sexed you for the last few days where? A hotel, I bet. He gives you expensive gift and controls your moving around. I’d say he’s the same,” she said.
I closed my eyes. I had become Natasha. Star Wars came to mind. My journey to the dark side was complete.
I narrowed my eyes. “Enough. I don’t want to talk about Jonas with you.”
“Why? Because you’re in love with your sugar daddy,” she snickered.
“Get the hell out of my room now.” I motioned toward the door.
Natasha rose slowly. “Stop being dramatic. I’ll borrow this bag, and you can borrow something for the next time. Go to Journelle or La Perla and get better lingerie. Ask. He’ll take you there.” She picked up the bag and walked to the door. “It’s not so bad. My first lasted a good year. You just keep your eyes open for the next.”
“When do you know to, uh, look?” I asked. Not that I would look, but I did need to be mindful of when I was getting replaced.
She smiled. “Smartest question you ever asked me. Less attentive. Cancels with you and starts talking about other female friends. He’ll say ‘friends,’ but don’t be stupid. She’s your replacement.”
I nodded. She closed the door behind her and I went and covered my face with my hands. Was this what I had in store for myself? A desire to maintain by hopping to the next wealthy man that took interest in me? Gregor even said I wasn’t more than an occupation of his time. So how was I going to protect my heart?
I walked over to my CD player and put in Paul McCartney and WingsMaybe I’m Amazed. I changed into my tank and shorts before doing sit-ups. After I finished, I walked to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. Returning to my bedroom, I crawled inside my bed and inhaled deeply—I could still smell scent of Jonas’s aftershave.
My heart squeezed as I recalled Jonas in my bed holding me. A few days ago? It seemed so much longer to me. After a while, I drifted then fell asleep.
The sound of my phone ringing woke me. I drowsily reached for my handbag and pulled it out. “Hello?”
“Hey.”
I gritted my teeth. “Declan.”
“Yes. Guess what I found?” he said.
I groaned. I hated when he played childish guessing games with me. “Just tell me.”
“If you will change your attitude, I will,” he grumbled.
I pushed my hair back. “I was sleeping.”
“You’re so lazy, Lily. It’s barely eleven.”
My eyes glazed over.He’s insulting me again.“Okay. I’m going now.”
“I was only joking with you. Damn you’re sensitive and grumpy when you first wake up. Nothing’s changed. Will you ever grow up?”
I sighed.Except I don’t care to listen to you talk about me. “Did you have something you wanted to tell me?”
“I found a bunch of pictures of that last Perchance to Dream. It has pictures of you, me, your mom and dad, and all the kids. Remember we couldn’t find them? Well I did, and more.”
