Phoebe
I waited for her on my balcony. My ears open to the sound of her door, indicting her pending arrival. I sat and wondered where she went off to? If she was thinking about me like I was thinking about her. I'd need to convince her that I simply wanted to be friends, that I'd rather have her as that than anything else. I knew we couldn't possibly be together. For fucks sake I didn't even know her enough to think like that. I've been in relationships but never any I felt in my gut were special. Inevitable. I felt that when we kissed. I felt connection. Once in a lifetime connection. I felt passion and need to spend my time with her- all of it if necessary.
Now, waiting for her to arrive, I felt nervous. Panicked she might never talk to me again. I warned her. I warned her I'd kiss her and damnit if she didn't want me to then why didn't she stop me? Because she did. She wanted me.
Her door opened and closed and she stepped onto her balcony moments later. I stood, watching her nervously. I grabbed my pen quickly and wrote "I'm sorry". She shook her head and rubbed her face in distraught, then she replied.
Once she threw the note over she disappeared back inside her apartment. I read and reread her note and sulked in my chair.
No, I'm sorry. I didn't stop you and I should've. We shouldn't hangout anymore, Phoebe, I'm sorry.
Damnit. I needed to fix this. Apologize for putting her in that compromising position. I watched the ocean thinking of ways to make it up to her and alleviate her fiancés suspicions.
Inside I began a light easy dinner when my phone went off on the marble island. I knew it was Mara. Partly because she's the only one that calls me and I don't have many friends.
"Hey hooker," I answered. She laughed.
"I'm sorry I bailed that night. I assume you found your way home without a hiccup." I stirred my ramen noodles and pan seared some onions, peppers, and carrots.
"I did, with company." She gasped intrigued.
"I'm listening."
"Just a young blonde chick I met. She was cute. One thing led to another and I invited her over." I explained, recalling that frisky night with the hot blonde that reminded me of Winter.
"Oh you dog. Was she any good? It's been awhile since you've hooked up with a girl. Why the sudden need for vagina?" Mara wasn't stupid, she'd figure out about Winter but it wouldn't be through me. It's not I didn't trust her I just didn't want her to know. I wanted Winter to myself and she'd probably find a way to interfere in someway.
"Because it's been awhile. It's like a craving I get. Like chocolate or candy, you know how sweet my tooth is." I elucidated. I strained my noodles and threw in the pan of spices and the chicken flavor. I mixed in it the pot and transferred it into a bowl.
"Yeah, you can eat a desert buffet like a trucker and not gain a pound. Weirdo. Did you catch this lady's number by chance?" I sat on my couch and picked one of the movies playing on Showtime.
"One night stand. I usually don't get the details."
"So this craving is gone then?" I could tell in her voice she was getting to something and my patience were wearing thin.
"Spit it out Mara May, I know you have something to say."
"I've been hanging out with that guy from the night club. We're getting along well and I like him a lot," she explained, her tone sweet and I could tell she really did like this guy.
"Oh, Mara, I'm so happy for you. Although I don't remember this suitor I'm sure he's great."
"Yeah, he is. He is. His name's Bo and he's a music producer." I practically choked on my noodles.
"Really? Wow, cool. But what does this have to do with me?" There was a pregnant pause. "Mara. . .?" I urged, nervous she'd done something bad.
"Well, he has a artist who's been in the dumps. He suggested any friends I had that were available to just try and bring him out of it."
"Mara, what the hell! I'm not a hooker!" I exclaimed. I couldn't believe she'd even suggested it.
"Oh, come on! I know that! But he's a really nice guy, and he's practically famous. It'd be good for you. Plus, when can you ever say you'll have the chance to date a celebrity." I had finished half my bowl and was already full. I rolled my eyes. Sure, she was right but still.
"Mara, did you already say yes to this blind date?" My heart was racing. How could she offer me up like a side of fries to a stranger? I thought I knew her better.
"Well, I said you'd be really hesitant so I suggested we do a dinner. This Friday all of us at your place." I sighed. I couldn't get out of that, but maybe I could spin it to my advantage.
"Fine. But I'm inviting my new neighbors. They just moved here and have no friends." This way Kaiden could see me with a man and maybe be less hesitant to let me and Winter become friends.
"Fine, whatever."
After my phone call with Mara I felt much better about the Winter and Kaiden situation. I could finally see her again while warding off her fiancé and also put her in my inner circle. I could show them both I'm not that terrible. I cleaned up my dinner and showered. I slipped into some silky undergarments, black silk shorts and a matching tank top. I grabbed a fancy card and a gel pen and wrote out an invitation. When I was done I looked at the text Mara had sent me.
Ezra Ryan. Look him up babe you might like what you see. TEXT HIM NOW.
There was an attached contact with his number and it automatically saved into my phone. I sent him a text telling him my name and who I was.
I'm sorry they roped you into this. Bo has good intentions.
I actually smiled. Thankfully, it didn't seem like he wanted this as much as they did. So he wouldn't be devastated when I would eventually reject him. Albeit, that made me keen to learn a little more about him.
It's okay, I'll feed you well and at least we can tell them we tried. 🙂
I opened my browser and searched 'Ezra Ryan'. He was hot. Dark brown hair, tattooed, 24, bright wide sexy smile, sparkling teeth, sweet grey eyes, and a strong jawline. There was a picture with him shirtless and my libido jumped when my eyes landed on his 8 pack. He was an up and coming star, and I watched one of his music videos. I've heard his music before, just never put a face to it. He's good, really good.
I love food.
He replied.
I folded the card and walked to Winters apartment, sliding it underneath their door just like that first day.

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