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I take a large gulp of my whiskey before taking a drag of my cigarette as I stare at the invitation on my desk. It's an invitation to her runway show. Did she send this or was it Orlando?
I haven't spoken to her since she left my apartment that night a week ago, although I've dreamt of her all week. One night, I even woke myself up with an orgasm after having a dream about her. I haven't woke up like that since I was a teenage boy.
And now I have no idea what I'm going to do. Do I go to her show or not? I don't want to see her again. That's a lie. I obviously want to see her again, I just don't know how to act around her. I wish I would have just kept my mouth shut and fucked her that night, but I know that would have been wrong. I know I did the right thing by walking her home.
I take my time getting ready, pulling on a white dress shirt and dark blue slacks before pulling a sweater vest and a pair of white vans. I'm still not sure whether I should go to the show or not. I wonder if she told Orlando about what happened between us. I don't think he'd even confront me if she did. I'm not really someone people confront.
I sit back down, lighting up another cigarette. It isn't long before I head down to my car and pull out of the parking lot. When I arrive at the place where the runway is, I hand my keys over to the valet and walk towards the building. I stop when photographers shout my name and I don't bother to smile as they take pictures of me. Once they're done, I head inside and quickly come to a stop, debating on whether I should leave now or stay.
I grab a glass of wine before heading deeper into the building, trying to find Orlando. When I finally spot him, he's talking to another man as I make my way over to him. He shoots me a smile as he shakes my hand.
"Styles! I'm so glad you could make it. Winnie and I were hoping you'd be able to make it."
I give him a quick nod and look around the room, trying to find her. My eyes lock with Sharon and I swallow thickly. I was so distracted with Elowyn that it hadn't even crossed my mind that Sharon would be here. She's staring at me but quickly looks away as I glare at her. Sharon dragged my name through the mud and royally fucked me over once she had what she wanted.
I don't feel anything for Sharon anymore, not that I did in the beginning. She was boring, dull and just plain, but she was good in bed. After everything that happened, she reached out to me and tried to reconcile. And that just made me angrier than her going to the press.
"Winnie said she had a wonderful time." Orlando says, bringing my attention back to him, "At the premiere. She told me about your little... incident with the paparazzi too. I hope that's been sorted."
I grunt with a shrug. Orlando's only worried about how it's going to look for the company.
"I paid him off so yes, its been sorted."
"Well, I'm sure he deserved it." Orlando laughs.
"He did." I nod firmly.
He begins to say something else but quickly stops as the show starts. I'm glad he finally shut up. He makes me angry. He shouldn't, but he does. He has no idea that I touched his wife, kiss her, gave her her first orgasm. I should pity the poor man.
