Kitten

Chapter Thirty

Brandy

I wore a classic red lingerie set under my dress, which was a little bit more expensive than I had hoped for, but tonight has to be perfect. It was date night with Denim. Even more excitingly, Denim agreed to celebrate his birthday with me. I hated how I didn't get to be with him the night we actually made plans, so I made sure to move things around in schedule, so tonight can happen.

On the nightstand, Denim's phone rings. I paused wondering if I should answer it. It could be something important. Something work-related. I picked up the phone and across the screen, an unknown, caller called with the initial that read C.

Who's C?

"Hello?" I say answering the phone.

The line stayed quiet for a few seconds. "Is Denim there?" A woman asks. Taken back, I paused. I wasn't expecting a female to be on the other line. "Hello?" She says.

I gulped. "Who-who is this?" I ask curious about who is calling. Denim never mentioned anyone who goes by the initial C.

"May I ask who's speaking?" She asks, throwing the question back at me.

"Brandy. I'm-I'm Denim's g-girlfriend."

The line went quiet again. "I'll call back another time." She hangs up the call, leaving me questioning who she is.

Not until now, it had never crossed my mind that could be Denim cheating on me. I already know about Madison and their faux relationship.

With his phone still in my hand, Denim walks into the bedroom. Fixing the collar on his shirt, he walks over to me taking his phone from my hand.

I just looked at him unsure of what to say. Do I bring her up?

Denim puts his phone in his pocket.

"The car's downstairs," Denim tells me. "Jackson and Poppy are going to meet us at the restaurant."

I frowned. "W-what?" I stuttered. "I thought it just would be the two of us tonight. That's what we planned."

Poppy had told me to stop my relationship with Denim. I can't face her knowing that she's friends with Madison.

"Uh, plans changed," Denim says pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket. The screen flashes with multiple text messages and then a phone call which was quickly declined. C.

I gulped, feeling a lump in my throat. "Who's calling?"

"No one."

Denim seemed to be so fixated on his phone. As we got into the car, Denim's phone had already rang three times, he sent each one to voicemail. He appears to be intentionally ignoring the incoming messages. It's her. I know it's her.

"So a-after dinner...are-are w-we going t-to..." I stopped talking. I couldn't stop myself from stuttering. It's probably best that I don't say anything else for the night.

Coincidentally, just as Denim and I arrive at the restaurant, so do Jackson and Poppy. I started to shake. This can't be good. I couldn't help but notice how Poppy's presence, shifted the air. Just by looking at me, Poppy's furious with my accompanying Denim.

"Fuck." Denim sighs out. "I have to take this." He says as his phone rings.

I look over at him, hoping to see who's calling. "Go with them. I'll be back in a few minutes." Denim nods his head over to Jackson. Poppy was already following the hostess to our table.

"...why are you calling me now? It's not a good time..."

"I think I-I should wait for him," I suggest, hesitantly.