The Age of Love (Book #1)

43. Sex & Salads

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Ever heard, a good story never starts with a Salad?

The night was going perfect, as the sweetness of the alcohol carried me away and I laughed off all my troubles. We danced till Julia's heel broke and I helped her jump to a seat and we rested there, sharing a bottle of water to ease our hangovers next morning.

Sober me thought about Hiro, Drunk me thought about Theodore

Great - I chuckle.

I keep telling myself is the alcohol but I wish he saw how much fun I was having, how much fun with him I didn't have.

"Who in the name of Jesus are you calling?" Julia asks me.

We're both absolutely wasted.

"Jesus."

She lifts her middle finger to me.

"Theodore."

"WHAT?"

I lift my index to her telling her 'wait' silently, my heart is pounding out of my chest but I'll show him, the phone rings, rings and rings and someone answers.

"What do you want princess of Nigeria?" Her voice sounds harsh and sharp like a knife, just as I remember.

"Sapphire! Not you clearly." I smile bitterly.

"Stop chasing my brother, I am blocking yo -" But before she finished the call died and I was left staring at the screen on my hand, confused. I shrugged, I had forgotten about Sapphire and how much she hated me.

"Huh."

"Is he dead?"

"Fuck sakes Julia." I elbow her. "No, Sapphire answered his phone."

"That pale witch you told me about?" She asks and I nod.

"She would hate us so much, me more because I'm currently screwing Grayson." Julia bites her lip proud.

"Ok t-m-fucking-i." I wave my hand goodbye and take the bottle outside with me to finish it in slow sips, I don't know how many minutes or hours passed but I'm starting to get hungry and my sobriety is making its way in. I know Jules won't go home so soon.

I decide to call him.

"Madison?" His accent is even more gentle when he's sleepy.

"I missed you tonight. I'm sorry I didn't invite you." I'm just pouring words out.

"Are you okay?"

"Sort of, no. I had a few drinks. Hiro, let's go to McDonald's, I'm starving."

"Let's what? Go to Madonna's?"

I snort, he says wot?

"McDonald's, please."

"Are you still at the bar?"

"Yes!"

"I'll be there in 20. Sober up."

20 minutes on the dot and the silver Audi was entering the parking lot. We go to McDonald's and get burgers, nuggets and a salad, for him. We drive onto a hill and park there.

"Hey sorry, can we eat in your car?" I just remembered to ask while holding the burgers.

He gives me a quick look and laughs at my struggle to ask rational questions, he snaps the bag from my hands and looks for his chicken salad. His radio was playing the softest RnB, setting the mood while the soon to be 5AM sunrise announced its arrival through the baby blue sky.