Ones We Regret

Chapter 6

Alira
Present
Westminster, London

"Are you completely sure it was Darius Blackthorn?" Tess shows me the photo of the very person on the cover page of some business magazine a millionth time like she can't believe I met him and I swatt it away like I would swatt a fly.

"Yes, Tess. Oh my god. I know that's him. I was drunk. Not blind." I say in exasperation.

"Damn. What I would do for that hot body to warm my own." Tess replies and I look at her in horror.

"That's literally treason. You have a boyfriend who happens to be my best friend and don't even expect like I would ask you how the sex was. Instead, I would take my sweet time carving that vagina out from your body and then ask questions later." I threaten and she ignores it like I just told her a recipe of burritos. Instead, the bravehearted woman bats her lashes at me and seductively touches her collarbone before purring,

"A girl has needs, mia cara. And I would literally do anything to have that golden god going down on me. Anything. You're not even giving him enough credit. Come on, look at that Greek god's face." I cringe at her words and Cecilia snickers at my expression.

Tessa can be irritating at times but she is a sweetheart. She means well but I just can't look at Darius' model face without remembering the feel of his hard and well muscled body against mine. I groan at the thought and Tess along with Cecilia, the girl currently styling her hair looks at me like I have just lost my mind. I give Cecilia an apologetic smile before grabbing a cucumber from the bowl kept on the table.

"Hey!" Tess swatts my hand but too late, the cucumber is already in my mouth. I laugh when I see Tess' green face currently covered with some weird face mask frowning. Cecil laughs along with me and Tess joins too after a moment. I wait for another half hour for Tess to be done, I swear to god the girl visits salon more than her own kitchen before paying the bill and walking to my car.

Sliding into the passenger seat, she fiddles with my central console and Meghan Trainor's "Me Too" starts blaring from the speakers. Tess sings awfully but it's not like any of us care so I join her halfway and we end up singing two more songs before we make it to her office. She waves at me and I wave back and call Alex on my way to the firm. He picks the call on the second ring and immediately asks,

"Are you completely sure it was Darius Blackthorn?"

I bang my head on the steering wheel.

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"I really need that ID, Isa. Yes. Yes, thank you. That would mean a lot. Yeah, bye." I hang up the phone and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Who was that? Oh Jesus. You look sexy. Someone is getting laid tonight." Tess comes into my room wearing the shortest dress created in existence and says the last line in a sing song way, her eyes roaming my entire body. The dress is all shades of green and blue sequin and barely covers her ass though it is smoking hot. Her eyes are covered with smokey black eyeshadow and a slim line of silver eyeliner traces her thick black eye liner. Her lips are covered in ruby red lipstick, just like Scar, and I feel a twinge in my chest at the memory. Her hair is let down, her soft curls covering the expanse of her back.

My dress on the other hand is a split A - line dress which falls till my mid thigh. The high waisted dress with sweetheart neckline is gorgeous and classy at the same time. I've paired my dress with a simple chain on my neck and black high heels, my spirally curled hair falling behind my back. Instead of a red, I have opted for a nude shade for my lips but have done the same smokey eye look like Tess. I look at myself in the mirror and smile and look over at Tess.