Musician

Chapter 5

  Cat's awoke to the sound of her mobile phone vibrating somewhere in the quiet room. It took a few seconds for her to get her bearings and realize she was in Tom's bed in the shabby little hotel room. She looked around for him, stretching her weary body. She looked at her designer watch on her elegant wrist. To her shock, it was seven thirty.

    "Shit, Nic." She scrambled to her purse looking for her phone. It stopped vibrating by the time she found it, six missed calls. "Shit."
Cat gathered her clothes and dressing quickly.

    There was a note on Tom's pillow, which she didn't even bother to read. She called her limo service and gave them the name of the hotel. She had to get out of there, she didn't know where Tom had gone, but wanted to get away before he returned.

   Finding herself alone in the cheap hotel room, was a literal wake up call. Catherine Stone was suddenly filled with guilt, ashamed and despised herself for her weakness when it came to the young musician. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and brushed some mineral powder over her bare face, before leaving the room. She heard Tom's beautiful voice coming from the stage in the pub, as she snuck past the crowd of onlookers towards the street and into her awaiting town car.

  Greatful for the long drive home, Cat sat back into the plush leather seats of the car, pressing her face to the cool leather. The memory of her kissing Tom in the bar like that made her stomach contract in convulsions. Kissing him in public was nothing compared to the way she had taken his hand before guiding it under her dress in the cab on their way to his room. She groaned aloud.

  How could she have lost her composure like that? Her phone began vibrating again, it was Nicola.

  "I'm so sorry... I'm just leaving." Cat said in a tiny voice.

  "I'm still at my place babe, something told me you might not make it home tonight, swing past and pick me up on the way." Nicola laughed.

  "Okay, enjoy the next ten minutes because they're going to be your last... I'm going to kill you for telling him about the book launch! Nic you said you didn't give him my number!" Despite her words, Cat wasn't really mad at her friend.

  "We'll, I didn't give him your number Cat, any way you can thank me later. I'll be waiting in the lobby, see you in ten."

    "You look fucked...hey wait.. that might be because you've been shagging a sex God all day." Nicola declared leaning into the open window of the town car.

  She was smiling from ear to ear as she slid elegantly into the seat beside Cat.

  "I'd kiss you but I do know where those lips have been... I can smell sex all over you."

  Cat was mortified, wondering if her friend was serious.  Cat could still smell Tom all over her, she could still taste him...

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  Tom didn't stay for a drink after his set, he had someone special waiting upstairs, and he couldn't wait to get back to her. He looked at the audience quickly before he left, their faces were becoming familiar.

  Real fans, he thought, smiling to himself.

  A girl pressed her number into his palm as he passed her table, he smiled eyeing her appreciatively, he folded the piece of paper and slipped it into his back pocket.

  The old elevator took an eternity to get to his floor; his groin was already swelling as he swiped his card in the door. He hoped she was still asleep, he would wake her with his tongue. Catherine Stone had the sweetest tasting pussy. He was disappointed but wasn't surprised to see she'd left.