Two rules that are never broken:
1. Drunken mistakes have lasting consequences
2. New Year's resolutions never go as planned
But is it a good thing or a bad thing when life throws in the plot twists? Calum and CiCi are about to find out...
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Calu...
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Liked by 683,036 people. CiCi: don't play the game if you can't handle the consequences. 💋
Hoodgirl: she tagged Cal! Why did she tag Cal!?
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"Who the fuck let me drink so much last night?" Calum groans, wandering squinty eyed into the kitchen.
"If I remember correctly Ashton and I both tried to cut you off. You weren't having any of it." Roy chuckles, pouring a cup of coffee for Calum out of pity. "You look like shit."
"Feel it too." Calum groans, leaning his head back against the upper cupboards as his head surges.
"Cal..." Roy's tone makes Calum take a deep breath, forcing his eyes open.
"What?"
"Who gave you that hickey on your throat?"
"Fuck." Calum's eyes suddenly fly open, hurrying to the mirror in the living room, examining the very large, very dark purple bruising just below his Adams apple.
"Do you even know?" Roy questions.
"Um..." Calum tried to fight the pain wracking through his head, discombobulating the fragments of sights, sounds, and images swimming through his head. One image sticking out suddenly.
"Shit."
"What?"
"CiCi. I remember her tattoo. Fuck! I knew I shouldn't have got smashed."
"You... you slept with CiCi Moore?" Roy looks conflicted, like he might burst into a fit of laughter, but also like he might pass out.
"I really need to go shower now... and then get tested for diseases." Calum swallows, the uneasy feeling in his stomach no longer to blame on his alcohol intake from the night before.
"You got a whole lot of other shit coming your way if you're right, Cal!" Roy tells after him.
"I'm right..." Calum grumbles to himself the snippet of memory from the night before playing through his head.
"Baby girl?" He smirks, his fingers trailing over the words tattooed over her ribs just below her left breast.
"Only if I get to call you daddy."
He winces at the memory, and groans as he feels himself twitch slightly within his sweats. Turning on the shower and peeling his clothing from his body before stepping into the scalding water. Wishing the whole night along with its memories could be washed away by the burning sensation.
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CiCi
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850,289 likes CiCi: probably shouldn't be wearing white after the sins committed in this room last night. 😏 brunch with Brit demanded it though. 💋
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"Did you really get Hood?" Brit squeals excitedly as she and CiCi sit outside a beach front cafe. A barely nibbled at salad in front of the blonde, while CiCi's salmon dish has been fully consumed.
"Oh I got Hood alright." She giggles, sipping at the cocktail in front of her.
"Was it worth the chase for three years?"
"Yes actually. I was a bit nervous I'd be underwhelmed. I mean I put him on a fucking thrown, but King Hood delivered." She smirks.
"He was your goal, for years. What are you going to do now? I mean he was all you wanted."
"Now I've got him, I'm going to keep him a while." She shrugs.
"Going back for seconds? That's not how CiCi rolls." Brit scoffs.
"I didn't play chase for three years, for one night, B. No, Hood's going to entertain me for a while, I'll make damn sure of it. Besides, he left something behind last night, and if my research is correct, he will be wanting it back pretty quick."
"Intrigue, do tell."
"Na, I think I'll keep it safe and secret until he comes begging for it."
"What if he doesn't?"
"Oh he will. It's not something he can just replace. I know that for sure."
"What is your plan then? To get him to come around again? I mean, you just threw the biggest New Years Eve party on the west coast. You can't go that route again next weekend. It would be to cliché."
"I'll find a way to bump into him very soon, don't you worry. And that's if he doesn't come knocking at my door first."
"Ugh, I hate that everyone including me gets left out of your Hood plans." Brit rolls her eyes, "Should we go?"
"Brit, you've had like two bites of that salad."
"Eh, it was only okay."
"Should have got the fish like I did."
"Maybe next time."
"You okay if I just take you home? I'm feeling a little tired after the party, and the clean up should be done now so I want to nap. Plus I think dad is home for a couple hours tonight."
"Daddy Moore is making an appearance in LA?"
"The divorce with bimbo number who knows what was finalized in Spain a couple days ago. He rang in the new year in Paris with Philip and said he'd be home to see me tonight." CiCi pulls a $100 bill out, scribbling a keep the change note on the pad she always keeps in her bag, tucking both under the water glass before signaling to the waiter that she's paid and they are leaving.
"Did he give you the whole, I'm done. You're the only girl in my life, for real this time. Speech."
"You know my dad." CiCi rolls her eyes, sliding into the driver's seat of her sleek black BMW.
"Bets?" Brit laughs as she fastens her seatbelt.
"I give him three weeks before he's dating. Two months until bimbo number ten? Is my new mommy." CiCi laughs.
"I give him a month to be dating and six weeks to be married to her." Brit laughs, "You give the man too much credit."
"I can hope he takes his time."
"But do you really, Ci? The longer he takes the more likely she is to stick around. And I know under the jokes you don't actually want a stepmom who cares about you like—"
"Shut up." CiCi's mood shifts instantly, her perfectly manicured fingers tightening around the leather wheel.
"C..."
"Don't talk about shit like that, Brit. We don't bring up my mom." CiCi spits slightly, jamming her hand onto the power button of the stereo system, letting the loud music fill the now awkward void that has fallen between the two girls.
By the time CiCi gets home she is begging that she will have some time alone, grateful to an extent to get to see her dad again, but not wanting to until she can deal with her emotions alone.
Hurrying through from the garage, she is relieved to not see his briefcase in its place yet. Racing up the stairs to her room, she locks the door behind her, bile rising in her throat as she kicks off her heels. Digging in her nightstand for what she wants before locking herself in the attached bathroom as her anxiety seems to hit its breaking point.
———————— CiCi has a story that we will be exploring.
Any ideas or predictions on what that story is? How her mom plays into it and her life?
