*~COMPLETE~* Veronica Malcolm and Chris Evans have been friends practically their entire lives. Despite their 4-year age difference Chris was the one Veronica was closest to within the entire Evans clan. Veronica being this close with Chris makes t...
A few nights after explaining everything to Scott, I was sitting on my couch with a night off and I was more than happy to just be home. I was reading a book and had just finished dinner when my cellphone rang on the coffee table. I picked it up and noticed it was Tammy, my boss.
"Hi Tammy." I said answering.
"Veronica, I know it's your night off, but we just got a last-minute VIP guest at the Boston Park Plaza hotel. He is there and waiting. I told him I would have to find someone. You are the best one and just happen to be off. I know you are the best to deal with high profile VIPs." Tammy said and I just sighed and got up to go to my room.
"Okay well I can be ready to go in about 30 minutes. Will I need to stop and get a key?" I asked.
"Yes, ask for the key to Derek Ryan's room. He will be waiting for you inside." Tammy said. "And Veronica, I don't want to have to remind you about discretion."
"No ma'am what happened with Carl won't happen again." I said.
"Good, well he will be expecting you." Tammy said and we hung up.
I got to my closet and pulled out a blue bodycon dress. It was low cut and had a cut out in the midriff area. It was a pretty comfortable dress considering it being short and tight.
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I did my hair and makeup then placed on some black strappy heels and headed out the door once I packed everything into a small silver clutch purse.
I headed out of my house and down to the hotel in the downtown area of Boston. My stomach did flips as I handed my keys to the valet. I always got nervous before a hotel date of meeting a client in a room. I knew the plan then for the night. I sighed and walked into the hotel and to the front desk.
"I'm here to pick up a key for Mister Ryan's room." I said to the receptionist. She looked through a small box of envelopes and then found the one for me. She handed it to me. I walked to the elevator and hit the floor number indicated on the envelope. I noticed it was one of the suites. As the elevator arrived, I got on and checked my reflection in the mirrors on the closed doors making sure I looked okay for getting to the room. I arrived and just unlocked the door. Once I walked in I saw the man standing pouring some champagne and his back was to me. I set my clutch down on the table close to me.
"I thought I would pour us some champagne." The man said and I smiled.
"Sounds perfect." I said. The man then turned around and he dropped the glasses of champagne upon seeing me and I almost lost my balance out of shock.
"CHRIS?!"
"RONNIE?!"
We both yelled each other's name at the same time. We just stood there looking at each other in silence for a minute unsure of what to do or say.
"What is going on?!" I asked and Chris just looked at me.
"Why are you asking me?! What are you doing here?"
"Me?! What about you!"
"I don't fucking understand what is going on. Is this a sick joke?" Chris questioned.
"My boss told me to be here." I admitted and Chris looked at me.
"Boss..."
"Yeah, my boss..." I trailed off.
"I called an escort service Ronnie." Chris admitted and I half nodded.
"I know, you called the one I work for." I said.
There was silence as it seemed like everything was going through Chris's head.
"Work for? What the fuck Ronnie!" Chris yelled and I just looked at the ground.
"Remember that "date" you heard me making in your house that day and accused me of dating someone? I was actually setting up a date through the service with a regular." I explained and Chris just huffed a laugh in shock.
"So, it's not that you have a boyfriend...it's much worse."
"How is it worse?!" I asked in shock.
"You're a fucking escort! Fucking men for money!"
"HEY! It not always sex! Don't assume you know my job just because that's what you called for!" I yelled back.
"Well, you were coming to fuck me for money, what I am supposed to assume!"
"Right! I got called because there was a high-profile VIP guest! You used a fake name, how was I supposed to know?!" I yelled. "Speaking of which, why use a fake name and why not use your house? You live so close to here." I spoke.
"I used a fake name, so it wasn't known Chris Evans checked in or called an escort service. I'm also using the hotel because I didn't want some random woman coming to my house and not leaving or taking pictures! Didn't know the person that would come would be someone who has seen my house and even up in pictures around my house!" Chris yelled and I groaned. "How can you do this job Veronica?!"
Veronica...he was pissed, he never called me Veronica...
"Because it makes me happy Chris! I'm happier now than I ever was sitting behind an accounting desk! Accounting was never a right fit for me! This is right for me! This is what I want in my life since relationships will never happen..." I trailed off stopping myself before I went too far.
"Well having this job, you can never have a relationship, Ronnie! You are too busy fucking every guy who calls you! What guy would want to date someone who has this kind of job?!" Chris said in shock, and I just sighed.
"You know nothing about my life Chris and why I made these choices I have. If you knew you would be changing the fucking attitude you have towards me right now! You know nothing!" I yelled.
"That's where you're wrong. I know something..." Chris trailed off.
"What is it you think you know?!" I asked annoyed, crossing my arms. Chris walked right up to me and got in my face.
"Well, I always knew you dressed like a whore, I just didn't know now that you were one. Amazing the things, you find out." Chris said in a low tone close to my face. I felt the tears stinging the back of my eyes but there was no way I was going to cry in front of this man, I had wasted too many tears over him. I couldn't control my anger though and I pulled back and smacked Chris hard across the face. The slap like you only heard in movies. Chris looked at me in a slight shock.
"Friendship over, I'm done Evans." I said and stomped on his foot. Once he was incapacitated to follow me, I grabbed my clutch and walked out of the hotel room as quickly as I could. I rushed to the elevator hearing it arrive at the floor and got on quickly closing the door.
I had just lost my best friend, the one who was always there even though no matter how much he had hurt me. Now I was done though, he crossed too many lines too many times. I was officially done with Chris Evans.
