Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(10)

*Angelina's POV*

"What is wrong with men?" Chloe asks me after getting off the phone with a guy she met recently. She wouldn't tell me since when, but I am thinking it is from last night.

I roll my eyes at her, wiping make up off my face. I absolutely hate eye shadow and blush, so why put it on in the first place? Chloe is fucking annoying. And she won't stop until you give in. So might as well end the suffering now rather than later.

"Are you listening to me?" She demands, her voice a pitch higher than usual. "What's wrong with giving me some attention? Is that too much to ask for?"

"Yep," I nod as I finally finished one eye. Another one to go. "Especially when it involves your whining. Unlike you, many of us have things to do."

Chloe, who was laying on my bed, is now sitting up and sending me a glare. I know she wants me to take it back. But I am not withdrawing my statement. It's the truth and there is no rule against speaking the truth. I meet her gaze in the mirror and show her my tongue.

Her expression immediately softens at that and she flips me the birdie. I roll my eyes again at her vulgar response. At least mine is safe for all to see.

I continue to scrub my face of any residue make up, while Chloe buries her head into my bedspread. She then gets up and stares blankly at him.

I choose to ignore it, not really in the mood to bring up an argument. But the tension is chewing on my arse like toothpicks. I didn't need to break the silence though. She began first, which is so typical of Chloe.

"How do you do it?" She asks and I am struck my the very vague and odd question. Yet it is the seriousness in her voice that made the laugh that would usually bubble up at her stupid questions die in my chest.

"I am afraid I don't know what you are talking about," I say, my nerves a little unsettled under her piercing gaze. I throw away the used make up remover wipes with as much pococurante that I can muster before turning to face her. "Is this about some guy you recently meant? Did he hurt-"

"No," she snaps sharply and looks up at the ceiling. "I mean, I get you are a celebrity and all. But you just always...I don't know...get lucky?"

I am a tiny bit stunned by this. This is a different side of Chloe I have never seen. Chloe uncertain? I am at lost of words.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with my best friend?" I muse climbing into the bed beside her. She shoots me a glance that says what the hell bitch? hints at the Chloe I know. The message can not get anymore clearer and I sigh in surrender. "Fine. Who is he and where can I find him? Oh, and do I need my clippers and gun?"

She cracks a smile at that. "Oh, please," she smirks giving me a side glance. "You with a gun and clippers? You will probably run at the sight of a gun much less cutting off a c*ck."

I hit her in mortification as I feel my face heat up at her dirty words. And maybe the fact that she couldn't be anymore right. I am a scaredy cat anyway you put it.

"Whatever," I respond whilst rolling on to my back to look up at my room white ceiling with gold designs. "Is it Louis?"

"No," she answers softly. "It's this other guy, James and I feel as if all my life I have been hunting down guys. I can never meet a guy who doesn't just see me as a good lay. Am I that awful?"

I turn on my side and give her a side one hand hug that is a little awkward, but does its work as I feel her soften into me.

"Oh, come on Chloe," I chastise, squeezing her closer to me. "Stop making me feel terrible. If you are awful, then what am I? Poop?" She chuckles at that and my lips turn up with amusement. "You are beautiful, multitalented, refreshingly happy and have all the curves that every girl will kill for. Myself included. You know this. I know this. We both know this. So let's stop this mooping around and knock out those jerks with your eyelashes alone."