Falling in Love With You...

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~ 28 ~

It’s been two weeks since the dinner at my parents house where I came clean about Miles and I’s relationship. I haven’t spoken to Dad in that time, nor has Miles. It’s been radio silence on that matter. Trey has talked to Dad, so I know he is okay. When he is ready, he will let me know. I just hope that is soon. I miss him. Mum is slowly getting used to Miles and I being together, though she has a long way to go. After our last coffee date, she admitted she hasn’t seen me this happy and vibrant in a very long time. So that’s something.

As for Miles. I can tell something is up with him. Something is bothering him. At first I tried to get him to talk but he kept telling me nothing was wrong. Last night, before I left for work, over the phone, he told me he was just stressed from work. But I think it’s more than that. I’ve told Trey my concerns and typical Trey says I’m probably reading too much into it and to not do anything about it. He is wrapped up in a Lucas loving bubble at the moment. I haven’t had the chance to talk to Courtney yet, but we are meeting up for drinks tonight as we both have the night off, a rare occurrence! So I’m looking forward to hearing her opinion.

Court: Just about to leave mine. Meet you at the bar?

I read Court’s text just I am slipping on my black high heels. Replying with a thumbs up, I give myself the once over in my bedroom mirror. Damn, I look good. I’m wearing my butt hugging dark jeans and an off the shoulder blue sequin top. My hair is down in loose curls and my make up is minimal, just some mascara, lipstick and blush.

The bar we are meeting at is about a 15-minute cab ride from my house and by the time I get downstairs and outside, I can see my cab waiting for me. I tell the driver where to take me and settle in the back seat while she drives me to my destination.

A few minutes in my phone chimes with a text.

Miles: Have fun tonight. Call me if you want me to pick your drunken arse up later 😉 xx

Oh playful Miles. Him I love!

Bee: I want you to do more than pick my arse up 😉 Love you x

Miles: Naughty girl!

Miles: P.S I want to do so much more than pick your arse up too. Stop texting me and have fun with Courtney.

Miles: P.P.S I love you xxxxx

A smile takes over my face and I don’t think it leaves me until I step out of the cab when I arrive at the bar. Walking inside, I barely take notice of the stares I am attracting, my sights set on the dark-haired girl perched on the bar stool.

Wrapping my arms awkwardly around my best friend in greeting she turns around to face me.

“I am dying for a drink! Did someone say shots??” she smiles mischievously at me.

“Ahhh! Ok, yes!” I shout above the sound of the music.

The bar tender places our 6 shots, 2 vodka and oranges and 2 waters on a tray. Shit, we are getting fucked up tonight! Courtney takes the tray and effortlessly carries it to a marginally quieter table away from the bustling dance floor.

“3… 2… 1!” she counts and we down our first shot. Clinking our shot glass together, the second shot goes down followed quickly by the third.

“Ugh!” I slam my shot glass down and skull my water. “Shit, I haven’t had that many shots in a row for a really long time.”

“So, how’s lover boy?” Courtney asks.


“Uh oh. I sense some tension?”

“Not exactly. Maybe. Gosh, I don’t know. I feel like he’s not telling me something.”

“What makes you think that?” she asks.

“For the last few days, he’s been a bit annoyed with me. I’m not sure annoyed is the right word.”

“Have you tried talking to him?”

“Yes and that doesn’t get me very far. He’s adamant nothing is wrong. But I’m just not sure.”

“Did you guys recently talk about anything heavy? Maybe something you said is playing on his mind?”

“Not that I can think of. He also hasn’t spoken to Dad since I blurted out that we were together.”

“Maybe that’s it. They are or were mates. Maybe he misses spending time with him. Maybe it’s nothing you’ve done or said babe. It could be that he doesn’t have his best friend around anymore.”

“I guess so.”

“Chin up, you guys will be fine. Still fucking like crazy?”


“What, I’ve had 3 shots and a half a vodka and orange, I’m allowed to ask the dirty stuff!”

“Fine. Yes, we are and before you ask again, no I’m not asking him for a threesome.”

“Way to ruin my fun, girly. I need me some real cock! Ever since my time away with Denver, I’ve been craving an older man. These young ones just don’t do it for me.”

“Why don’t you get in touch with Denver?”

“I would, but if I do it off the books and Ashley finds out she’d be pissed because she’s not getting any commission.”

“That’s never stopped you before!” I argue.

“True. Maybe I will.”

After we finish our drinks we make our way, unsteadily, to the dance floor. Bopping and throwing ourselves into the music, time passes quickly. We fend off the men hitting on us countless times until I decide I need a bathroom break and a drink.

“Man, that guy was getting so touchy with me. I could feel his erection pressing into my back. Urgh!” Courtney complains while we wait for our drinks to be made.

“Haha, ewww!”

“Here you go ladies.” The bar tender smiles at us. “I’ve thrown an extra couple on the tray for you. Thought you could use it after that guy practically jizzed on you.” He eyes Courtney.

“Oh wow, thanks!”

“My pleasure.”

“He so has the hots for you.” I whisper as we walk away.

“Mmm, but he’s too young!”

“Far out girlie!” I sigh as we take up our spot from before. We continue drinking and dancing well into the night.

“I feel so drunk.” Court slurs into my ear.

“Me too. I think I’m ready to go.” I reply, just as unclear as her words were.

“Follow me.” Courtney leads us through the now thinning crowd of party goers and out into the cool night air.

“Ah so much better. I was starting to feel sick.” I say gratefully while trying to get my phone out of my bag.

“I think I want to go home with the bartender.”

“What? Are you serious? No, don’t do that.”

“I don’t want to go home to an empty house.”

“You only want to go home with him because you’re lonely. Come back to Miles’ with me.”

I start to dial Miles who picks up after the fourth ring.

“Babe, is everything ok?” he sounds so sleepy.

“Oh shit, I’ve woken you. I’m not sure what the time is.”

“It’s 2am.” He yawns into the phone.

“I’m sorry. I was just ringing to see if you could pick us up. But it’s okay, we’ll catch a cab.”

“No you won’t. I’ll be there in 15. Sit tight.” He hangs up.

“Miles is coming. We just sit here and wait.” I mumble to Courtney who looks as if she is about to fall asleep.

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