With Love

Chapter 9

The sun woke my tired eyes as peered through the half closed blind, what time is it? I think to myself, I peer down at my watch - 6:03am. It's early, I roll over and see her. Her mouth is partly open and there's a small wet patch on her shoulder, her features are soft and her chest is falling and rising in a delicate rhythm - she looks peaceful. It's been a long time since I've had a women stay with me, in my bed, in my house - hotel rooms and motels got boring, the senseless and meaningless sex became desperate and pathetic instead of relentless and spontaneous, the women got needier and greedier and I got less tolerable and fed up with being a deep endless wallet to a bunch of shallow endless gold diggers. I wouldn't normally refer to women in derogatory terms but how can I not when those terms are true? Sophia let's out a small coo as she rolls over, her bare back facing me. Her olive skin is so smooth, memories from last night flood back - her bare shoulders are a small and delicate reminder of the intimate affairs we shared last night. I trace my index finger down her spine, I want nothing more than to indulge in her again, to make her scream my name again - have her all to myself. I pull my hand away from her, what do women usually want in the morning? I ask myself. Breakfast? Breakfast sounds promising, I throw myself from my bed, throw a plain tee over my head and quietly make my way down stairs.

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"Mmm," I moan, the warmth on my back feels like a hug from the sun, I roll over and notice a missing Beau. Oh. What's the time? I ask myself, I reach for my clutch and fumble through it to find my phone, 8:34am the time reads. Where could he be so early in the morning? I wonder. He owns six hotels, he's a busy fucking man Sophia! My subconscious scolds me. I ponder on what I should do but decide that it's not every day I get to lay in a bed that's worth more than my apartment or a be inside a house that's triple my net worth so I swipe open my phone and begin scrolling aimlessly through my social media's. God it feels like a lifetime since the last time I actually did this, I think to myself. Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling, she's pregnant, she's somewhere in Europe, she's at another concert, he just bought a house, she's just had yet another night 'with the girls' - I let out a sigh, social media is so fucking draining, I think to myself. I open my text messages and see one from Charlotte and one from Sam, fucking Sam. I decide to disregard Sam's and go straight to Charlotte's.

'I'd ask if you had a great night but it seems I don't need to!' Her cryptic text reads, a link following it. Oh no. I frantically click it, my hearts in my throat and it feels as if I might faint, the link loads and in big bold letters it reads 'Beau meets girl... or Author should we say! New York's Beau Jones Jnr. Takes the town with New York best seller Sophia Morretti and we have ALL the deets bellow.'

"Oh my god," I breathe. "Oh my fucking god," I scroll down further, bypassing the bull-shit article and see a photo snapped of us walking into the restaurant and another one of us getting the car afterwards, "holy shit," I skim through the article. 'They enjoyed a quiet dinner, the pair were placed in a secluded and private area of the restaurant, they were - quote - 'very into each other' - an inside source tells us.' "That fucking waitress," I curse, I continue reading, curiosity and panic rushing through me. '22 year old Moretti is the first woman we've seen Beau papped with in public since 2014, is the 5 year drought finally coming to an end Beau? Moretti's fandom has told us she's only weeks away from a new book release, could this outing with Jones be a mere pull for better press? We'll have to wait and see - for now, let's just hope this 'Beau meets girl' story evolves into something magical and not just another book for Moretti to write.'

"Ouch," I laugh. A pull for better press? That's a reach, I wonder if Beau has seen it - or if my father has seen it, oh god - I debate whether or not to call my dad but decide to call Charlotte instead, she picks up on the first dial.