"𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤! 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮!" ~ 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭
Fashion Designer, Autumn Benet, comes to New York for NYFW and NBA Player, Nic Claxton is in a show for Yves Saint Laurent. Before the s...
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Autumn Benet
"Why's Nic calling you?"
My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach at Penelope's question. All eyes were on me as my phone stopped ringing, but immediately after, it began ringing again and Nic's name reappeared on my phone.
Really universe? Really?!
I shrugged, declining the call. "He must be looking for Paisley or something, I don't know.."
Paisley raised an eyebrow. "If he's looking for me, why would he call you and not me?" she asks.
It was completely obvious that she didn't believe me; I don't think any of them did—I didn't even believe myself. This wasn't my best lie—not saying I'm some kind of pathological liar or anything, but I know how to get myself out of a sticky situation, but apparently, my instincts weren't kicking in at the moment because I was failing miserably at the moment, and I needed to come up with a quick, easy, believable lie that could get me out of this.
Truth was, I didn't know why Nic was calling me, but I knew that he would bring up the flowers he had sent to my job earlier today, and the last thing I needed was to be interrogated by Paisley about why her cousin was sending me flowers, and I definitely couldn't tell her that the night at Fashion Week, the night that we both received jobs for Vogue, that I had a drunk-filled one night stand with her cousin, followed after an entire weekend of he and I sleeping together. So this lie, it needed to come quick...and by quick, I mean quick.
Think, Autumn, think!
"Didn't you have that...that meeting earlier?" I asked, snapping my fingers as I gathered my thoughts.
Paisley nodded, "Yeah, but it ended early."
"Did he know that?"
"No."
I smirked, leaning back in my seat, and discreetly letting out a breath of relief. "That's probably why. You should call him and see if he needs anything."
Realization formed on Paisley's face as she got up, took her phone with her, and walked into the kitchen to call Nic, which allowed me to let out yet another breath of relief. I got out of that by the skin of my teeth, and it was clear that I needed to be a little more careful. I would start by changing Nic's contact name to something that would make people think it's anyone else but him.
"Oh my gosh!" Penelope exclaimed. "The Museum of Niggas is having a sale on their admission tickets!"
Wynslow gasps in excitement, slamming her laptop shut, and giving Penelope her full attention. "REALLY? Oh my gosh, let's all get tickets! We can take the train to D.C and—."
"I'm sorry, Wyn," Penelope says with a sad frown. "But I was kind of hoping Mikal and I could go together. In fact, I distinctively remember him telling me that he promised he would go with me if they had a sale on their ticket prices, and now, they're 50% off."
