Semua Bab CALL GIRL #1: Bab 71 - Bab 80

My best friend raised her eyebrows with a shake of her head. “What?” “How can you do that? Leave the guy you’re in love with and think about sleeping with other guys?” “I’m kidding myself that maybe there’ll be a hot hunk of a guy waiting for me this weekend and he’ll fuck all the heartbreak out of me.” Brenda stared at me blankly. “Kidding. I’m kidding. Geez.” “I wondered there for a minute.” She tapped a long fingernail against her mouth. “Do you have to go back to work? You have savings, right?” “I’m not retiring at twenty-four because of a fucking guy, Brenda. I’m going to have one hell of a good cry tonight, let it all out. Then, tomorrow, I’ll get my shit together. If I sit at home every day, I’ll spend my life wondering if I made the right decision or not.” “You did. Make the r

I wriggled my toes inside my shoes. I wanted to go home, change into some pajamas, and eat ice cream. Even if my ass was feeling the numerous tubs over the last week or so.No, I told myself. I was not doing that anymore—being a whiny teenage girl over something she couldn’t help. Something she couldn’t stop. I’m going to be the strong, independent woman I am.After all, a man can’t make me, so there’s no reason to let him break me either.Mental pep talk done, I followed Brenda into the bar and to our usual table by the window. It provided the perfect spot for people-watching, something I’d found myself doing a lot since we went to Spain, and it gave Brenda the perfect view of the door just in case a hot guy should walk through.Our friendship was kind of skewed, I was realizing.One bottle of wine appeared on t

“Funnily enough, that’s not something I charge for,” Monica replied dryly.“Fuck off, Mon. Can you find out?”“Why?”“In case George is there. He’s in Seattle. I saw him last night.”My agent sighed. “I’ll try to find out.”“Quickly!” I hung up as the cab pulled up outside the hotel. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I remembered the last time I was there—and the events that unfolded after that chance meeting.My instinct told me to get the cabbie to drive me home, but I handed him his fare and got out instead. Where the fuck was that instinct six weeks ago?The same girl was even behind the counter—Rachel, was it? —and recognition flashed in her eyes. “Can I help you, madam?”“Yes. I’m looking for Mr

“Pretty? They’re freakin’ gorgeous! Seriously, are you letting him grovel?”“There’s nothing to grovel for.”“Okay. Not having this conversation. Call me when your head is screwed on properly. I love you. Goodbye.”My jaw dropped and I stared at the phone.The bitch just hung up on me.******* ********“Ms. McCartney, you’ll be dining in one of the private rooms upstairs. Please follow me.” The host led me up a short flight of stairs and toward a white door with gentle gold embellishments. “Someone will be along for your order shortly. Your drink is waiting for you.”“Thank you.” I waited until he disappeared before opening the door. The room was empty—which meant my client was late. Fantastic. Just what I needed.I pou

Telling me that he never stopped loving me wasn’t enough. If he stood in front of me, looked me in the eye, and told me that he loved me, then it could change everything. I’d know what he was fighting for, I’d know why he was fighting, and perhaps I’d be willing to fight for the same thing.Perhaps.******** *******“Um, hi?”I stopped my absent dipping of my finger in the sugar pot and looked at Brenda. “Hi.”“Not that I don’t love you being here, but why the fuck are you here?” She dropped her bags and kicked the door shut.“I’m hiding.”“Right.”“Angus has been keeping me company. He’s not one for conversation, is he?” I casted a glance at the cat. He hopped off the stool, his tail in the air, and stalked