The three of us chatted around Chad’s bed. Luce and I still took both sides next to Chad while Toby sat on the foot of the bed. He told me that he’s giving up his flat because the job in Marbella might take up to a year to finish and there’s no need to keep a place here when he doesn’t obviously need it. Some of his things will be moved to Lucy’s room and other furniture brought to our apartment. I didn’t mind it, whatever is easier for him. We certainly have the room for it. So, I guess Blake and Toby are going to be housemates then. That certainly sucks…for me.
“How is Blake? I mean—I saw him earlier—he seemed angry still. Is he doing okay?” Heck, I’m fishing for information I knew that but I somehow wanted to know if he’s okay after the break-up. I knew it’s been two months since it happened, but I was curious.
“Blake has a very demanding and punishing schedule. I don’t know how he does it—but he does and he does it superbly. But during night—he’s been quite, I don’t know how to put it. I mean—he’s been quite—maybe overtly busy.” I tried to open my mouth to respond but I couldn’t form the words to. Overtly busy?
Lucy snorted. “Overtly busy, really my love? That’s the understatement of the year. Try man whore.” Toby glared at her.
She held up her hand, “I know you’re besties with him—I love him too. We all know Blake used to go through women quite thoroughly but at least then he tried to get to know the women. This time, he doesn’t even nit-pick—he just shags them. As long as the woman is hot and good-looking that is.” She shrugged as I stared wide-eyed at them.
Hello??? How come none of them informed me?
The thought of Blake with different women on a daily basis made me run to the bathroom and puke. Fuck that was a lot of information to take in.
What was I really expecting, him pining away for me? Maybe. I just didn’t expect him to move on like we—us—didn’t matter much. Why would he, Sienna? You never once told him that you loved him and you turned down his proposal of marriage. The man has the right to move on and forget you.
I heard a soft knock on the door. “Sienna, can I help you at all?” Toby’s soft sophisticated voice asked through the door. “No, I just need a minute. I’ll be out soon,” I called back.
I washed my face and rinsed my mouth with water. I straightened up my loosened bun before I came out of the bathroom. They both looked sorry. Sigh, it’s not their fault I’m a mess. “Sorry, I was shocked that’s all. I needed a moment.”
Toby gathered me in his arms and hugged me tight. “You broke the man’s heart, love. This is the only way he knows how to cure himself. You shouldn’t take it personally. But he did love you—I just wish that he took care of the Clayworth’s before taking things further with you. He was shattered too, babe.”
“I know,” I murmured sadly before returning to my chair next to Chad. “He hates me, doesn’t he?”
“He’ll come around. I know he will. I just don’t know how long that’ll take him.” I nodded at Toby not wanting to talk about it anymore.
We changed the subject and spoke about Chad. Lucy animatedly rehashed stories about him that were funny and so very Chad, when Toby’s phone rang and he went to the far side corner of the room and spoke in a hushed tone. I laughed sadly with Lucy’s story and we both started to tear again when we looked at Chad’s face. I miss you, my dear beautiful friend, I whispered in his ear.
Toby was busy with his laptop all afternoon and taking calls every half an hour or so. At five, they decided to leave and asked me if I wanted to join them for dinner with Blake, I graciously declined and used work as an excuse. After seeing him today and learning of his sexcapades, I honestly can only take him in small doses.
I waited for Kyle to pick me up so we could head out to work together. I love working with him. I love how diverse and exhilarating the music business is. Tonight, I have no clue where we’re heading. I haven’t paid much attention since Chad got admitted to the hospital. I have to go back to my flat and change before heading out to wherever we are working tonight.
When Kyle walked in thirty minutes after Toby and Lucy left, I asked if we could stop by at my flat. On our way to my apartment in Covent Garden, my thoughts dwelled on Blake, tuning Kyle out.
Once in the apartment, I headed straight to the shower leaving Kyle in my room. I showered and thoroughly scrubbed my body, shaved my legs and put a five minute sugar face mask on. Scrubbed clean and primed, I applied rose scented cream all over my body and came out of the bathroom with my pale green silk robe on.
“Where are we going tonight? How much time do I have to get ready?” I shot questions at him while I rummaged through my closet. He was on my bed staring at the ceiling. He was wearing all black and quite rugged. That haircut really does suit him.
“We’re actually going to see TCC. They’re playing at the Electric Ballroom tonight…just thought we should support them you know.” He was now on his side propped with his elbow, watching me go through my closet. “Wear a skirt—but not too short. You never fail to look delicious with a skirt on.” I glared at him. “Oh, shut up. Keep your fantasies at bay, you horndog!” he laughed.
“Gotcha!” I exclaimed as I took the clothes with me to the bathroom.
“Is that leather pants I see? Baby, that’s hella hot. I can’t wait!” he called out to me. I shut the door laughing. He’s hopeless!
I slid on my itsy bitsy red lace thong followed by fitted black leather pants. I tried to put on the red corset covered with black lace, but failed miserably. Holding the corset tightly on my chest I barged out the door seeking for Kyle’s assistance.
“Hey, could you help me out here really quick!” his hazel eyes bulged out from its sockets.
Great, here we go again. I started to tap my foot patiently waiting for him to get over it.
“Baby, do you know if you hold that thing closer, it would make your boobs pop-out right?” I rolled my eyes. He got up from the bed and I turned on my back so he can start working on the hook and eye. He did it slowly—quite deliberately.
“Kyle—when did you decided to start moving like a snail?” I impatiently asked him.
“Since your back is exposed to me. You’re killing me here baby. You know how much I love your back. Fuck! This shit blows.”
I smiled, knowing how distracted he’ll be. “Maybe you should get laid you know…Have you been with anyone after Brooke?”