❝ i lived a lifetime with him and he doesn't even know it ❞
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in the sequel to my little secret, we learn that people are never the same as they are in your dreams. when david wakes up from his coma and discovers that the past six months he'd spent...
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SIMON SONG: THE CHAINSMOKERS PARIS
Groaning in frustration, I glared around my empty home. It was only 1pm and I was already bored. It had been a week since I'd spoken to David on FaceTime, and I hadn't heard from him since. I wanted to message him and see how he was finding living on his own, but my brain told me otherwise.
You saw how he was at HEAVAN, I thought to myself, you pretended not to see, but you saw him with that stripper and you knew that was the lifestyle he lead nowadays.
My maid Cindy shuffled into my office, her face wrinkled and her greying hair pulled up into a bun. Her make up was clearly done with a shaky hand, I could tell she was getting too old for the job. I'd offered her many a time that she could retire and I would continue paying her wages because she had been in my life so long, but she politely declined, stating that it was the only thing that kept her waking up every morning since her husband died.
"Mr. Cowell, someone's here to see you." She informed me, a small smile appearing on the creases around her mouth.
My mind searched for information on who is invited here. I couldn't remember inviting anyone. "Who?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing.
"Umm, I think his name was Jimmy Carr," her frail voice replied, "should I let him in?"
I frowned but nodded. For some reason, David's best friend had taken a disliking towards me. Whenever we saw each other he would always send a glare or snarky remark my way. I thought at first that maybe it was because he was jealous of mine and David's friendship, but the two seem a lot closer than David and I were. The tall comedian walked in, wearing black, skin tight jeans and a brown, long sleeve top. His dark hair was gelled into an Ivy League, his cheekbones were chiselled and his lips were shaped in a cupids heart. His body swayed slightly, and my first thought was that maybe he was intoxicated, but this thought faded when I remembered what time it was. Too early to be drinking.
"I don't mean to be rude but why are you here?" I asked as he sat on the chair in front of my desk.
"Are you gay?" Jimmy countered, his statement completely out of the blue, pressing his lips into a frown.
"Why does that matter?" I replied, running a hand through my hair and eyeing the taller man. He stood at least 15cm above me, but I still felt superior to him as we were in my house. On my territory.
"Because my friend matters." He snapped. My brain was perturbed as I tried to figure out what he meant. Surely he meant David, right? I felt anger bubbling inside of me. I'd done nothing to hurt David, had I?
"I never said he didn't? Why does it matter if I'm gay or not? That's my business!" I exclaimed, raising my voice at him. I had no idea why the man thought it was alright to come into my house and criticise my way of living.
