Chapter Eight: New York City, Here We Come!
Just as we were packing Marlee's bags in the back of my car, I managed to sneak away so I could call Nick. I dialed his number and silently pleaded that he'd pick up this time. "Hello?" His breathless voice answered.
"Hey Nick. It's Kel."
"No shit, Sherlock. You are on caller I.D ya know."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Anyways, Nick? I need you to focus on what I'm saying."
He let out an audible breath. "Okay. I'm focusing my undivided attention on you, Kel."
"I'm cancelling our plans for this weekend."
He gasped. "But, sweetheart! We had something special planned this weekend. Are you cheating on me? Who's the special person?"
"Yes, Nick. I'm cheating on you." I said in a sarcastic tone, then I went all serious. "We need to break up."
"KELLER! YOU CAN'T BREAK UP WITH ME!" He yelled in mock anger. "WE ARE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER!"
I laughed. "Oh, poor muffin. I'm dumping you for Marlee."
"Oh my god! You finally came out of the closet!"
"You wish, Nicky."
"I thought I told you not to call me Nicky." He grumbled. "What are you girls doing this weekend?"
"Well I have that shoot for that 10 page spread on Elle mag. You wanna know the horrible part? And then, it's also booked with whats-his-face, Ethan Klein." I sighed. Ethan Klein tried putting the moves on me but didn't take any hint. So I had to basically avoid him. He may be super hot and a major model and singer, but he's got no brains. All the brains come from his agent and managers. "So, what was your back-up plan for this weekend?"
"I was going to invite the crew over to the lakeside cottage in Muskoka."
I gasped. "Without me? You know how much I've missed my boys."
"Keller?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't ever say my boys again! It makes you sound like a slut."
"I. Am. Not. A. SLUT!" I growled.
"Nah, you're just too innocent."
"Autumn?" Marlee's voice came from downstairs.
"Nick, gotta go. Oh! And make sure \alexis knows I take the new movie job. Got it?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Good. Have fun with the boys! Love ya!"
"Bye."
"Ciao." I pressed end and yelled into the nearly silent house. "Coming Marlee!"
I rounded the corner only to see Damian with his mouth wide open. I looked at him while he just stared at me. I cleared my throat because he was blocking my way. I then waved my hand in his face. "Uh, Damian? You're kinda blocking the hall."
He shook his head and--thankfully--snapped out of it. "What? Oh sorry. Just thinking."
I nodded and pursed my lips as I slipped passed him, only to be closely followed by him, with him right on my heels. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He stated bluntly.
I spun around. "Not like it's any of your business, Damian. Remember, you were the one that acted like a total jerkface to me. You don't even know me."
He looked down at his feet. He opened his mouth to say something but before he got a chance, the song Woe is Me by Down With Webster started playing. He closed his mouth and pulled out his cell. "Hello?"
I turned around and headed back down the hall towards my gorgeous baby. "Hey, Marns. You ready and packed?" I asked Marnee.
She looked at me and grinned. "Hell yeah!"
I grinned back. "Alrightie then. Let's go."
We got into the car and I immediately cranked my mixed playlist. Singing and goffing off, we soon got to the airport.
Marnee and I got escorted by Bill and Gale, my body guards, to the tarmac where the private jet was being prepared.We hopped onto the jet and went straight to the mini kitchenette. Harold--one of the flight attendants--helped me make grilled cheese sandwiches.
30 minutes later, we touched down in New York.
