The next few days I spent working. Honestly I had hardly even left my bed. I posted a couple of old photos and I responded to business emails. Lila had brought me food thorough out the day and decided to just leave me be. I was in my head. I kept overthinking everything. But today would be different.
"Hey, you showered today." Lila laughed as I walked out of my room. "I did. And we have plans tonight." I grinned, walking into the kitchen. "We do?" She questioned. I nodded. "Yes. We have a party to attend." I smirked. "Oh really?" "Indeed."
"You're wearing that? Really?" Lila asked. "I am. Is there a problem with that?" "No, no, it's fine, you look good, it's just not your usual style." She shrugged. "Okay then, let's go." I smiled.
I was feeling hot tonight. My long brown hair was now pin straight and my makeup was done all nice. I was in the mood to drink a lot and party. And those were my plans for the night.
"Bree, come on. We should go." Lila said, tugging on my arm, pulling me away from the guy I was grinding with. "No." I whined. "You've had a lot to drink tonight, we should get you home." "I don't wanna go home." "I bought ice cream yesterday...and candy...there's lots of candy...and brownies." I sighed. "Fineee" I gave in. She smiled, wrapping her arm around me.
We got home and Lila made me a pizza so I sat there and ate nearly a whole pizza in my room and Lila went to sleep. I got undressed and went into the bathroom to take off my makeup and stuff.
||BEAR||
I looked over at the sleeping girl on the other side of the bed, sighing. You'd think groupie girls these days who sleep with band members and celebrities would get that you don't want them to fall asleep after, let alone stay. I got off the bed and put my boxers back on along with my pants. I grabbed my phone and cigarettes, walking out onto the balcony. I sat down and lit a cigarette. The sounds of New York are oddly calming. I picked up my phone and went on Instagram. Instantly she popped up. It's like she's everywhere. One of the models I follow had posted a set of pictures from a party. Bree was in nearly all of 7 of them. She looked stunning in that red dress. But I know from experience she looks even better out of it. God damn no matter what I do she finds a way to wiggle herself in my mind. It's driving me insane. I give her my attention and time and she blows me off. Complimenting her gets me nowhere. Buying her stuff gets me nowhere, in fact it makes her mad. But she still comes over, she still hangs out with me, she still comes back. She's confusing and frustrating.My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing.
Incoming call from Angel💕
Its like 4 am in California and I haven't heard from her in days, whys she calling?
"Hello?" I answered. "Hi Bear." She spoke softly. I could tell she had been drinking. "Hi Angel." I smiled to myself. "I'm sorry." She mumbled. "For What?" I questioned, putting out my cigarette. "For leaving." I laughed softly. "You don't need to apologize to me, baby." She hummed and was silent for a minute. "I miss you." I said carefully, not wanting to make her hang up. "Do you?" She said, sounding incredibly sober compared to a minute ago. "I do." I confirmed, propping my feet up on the small table on the balcony. She hummed again. "How's New York?" She asked. "It's fine. I've done a lot of shopping. Nothing too exciting. It'd probably be more fun if you were here." She softly laughed. "Yes, having so much fun spending thousands on designer clothes." "Definitely." "I love New York." She sighed. "Then fly out. I'll extend my trip." I said. "No, it's fine." "Awe, come on, Angel. We can spend a couple days laid up in a nice hotel and shop and eat. It'll be fun." "I'll think about it." She whispered, yawning. "I'll let you go, Angel. You should get some sleep." "Nighty night, Bear." I smiled. "Nighty night, Bree." She hung up and I sighed. I wish she'd come. I'd spent the last 4 days in business meetings with going people. Yes, for exciting creative things. However there's a lot of other things that have to be done before it gets to the actual creating stage. And today would be my late day here, but hopefully Bree would decide to come. "You're up early." A voice said, causing me to snap my head upwards. She was standing there, completely naked, leaning against the sliding glass door. I'm sure she was trying to look sexy but with Bree on my mind I didn't have any interest. "I gotta go." I said standing up and walking inside the room. I picked up a shirt off the dresser and and wrapped her arms around me. "So soon? I thought maybe we'd have a little morning fun." She said kissing my neck. "No, I have a meeting." I lied, slipping out of her grip. "Oh, Okay. How about after?" "You should go. My flights at 1, so I'll be leaving when my meetings done." She scoffed and started getting dressed. I grabbed my wallet, phone and hat before walking out of the room.I waited out in a near by restaurant, eating breakfast and hoping by the time I was finished eating and went back she'd be gone. I didn't have a meeting today, I didn't have anything to do today.
I slid the room key in and prayed that she wouldn't be there. Lucky when I opened it, there was no one inside. I sighed and pulled off my shirt and god undressed, going into the bathroom to shower.
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