In my heart [Bruno Mars]

Chapter three

B R U N O

"I can't think of anything right now. Maybe we should wait until Phil comes back from his honeymoon." I suggested.

It was one of those unproductive days at the studio, one that always delayed the album's publication.

"That's way too late dude." Ari said. "But okay, whatever you say goes."

I checked over my iphone and received three snapchat photos from Paris. I opened to Phil's goofy face. The second one was a picture of the two of them at the beach. The third one made my general carrot salute.

"Damn, is that Paris?" Ari whistled.

"She is mighty fine," I mumbled.

"Watch out, Phil might just strangle you if he hears this."

"Phil's the luckiest man alive," I sighed.

"Don't worry. One day you'll find your own rib," Ari encouraged. "Besides, what ever happened to Hannah?"

I waved a hand, "You know she isn't my type, Ari. She was never the one."

"Then what is your type? Who is the one?"

"In someone else's arm."

P A R I S

Jamaica was splendid. At least, the safe side of it was.

It was one of those sleepless nights I had with my own mind. I was appeased by the wind entering from the window and the sight of the ocean. His weight on my chest, Phil was snoring. I gently lifted his weight off of me to go to the restroom. He was being resistant but he finally let go when I kissed his forehead. We hadn't been intimitate yet because one of us was always tired. To be blunt, I didn't want Phil to know the truth. Not only was I not a virgin but I lost my virginity to him. His best friend. The guilt triggered my insomnia for the rest of the night.

We went for a club near the hotel the next evening.

"Dancing juice, baby?" Phil asked.

"No Bru, I'm fine." I was a little tipsy.

"Hold up, what did you call me?" He asked incredulously.

"Phil?" I grimaced.

"No, you called me Bruno." He raised his voice. "What the heck is going on?"

I swallowed hard, not knowing how to play along with this.

"Get your shit, we are leaving this place. You and I got a lot to talk." He walked away, expecting me to follow him but I didn't.

"Woman, I said getcho punk ass over here before I embarass you fronta errboday." He cried. "C'mon!"

I sprung right out of my seat and spedwalk behind. The ride back to the hotel was awfully quiet.

"I can't believe this!" He let out after I had explained the hook up bru and I had way before I met him. I didn't dare explain the details of our supposed relationship at the time.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

I shamefully looked down, "Because I was scared I'd lose you and hurt you."

His face softened, "But baby you know, I love you far too much to let you go."

His palm caressed my cheek and it was my cue to give in. To offer my body soul to him tonight and drop this issue. When he threw me to bed and searched my body with his lips, I felt an unusual reflux. I pushed Phil off of me and went for the washroom.