lovely, thank you. ” Blake responded casually, placing his hand on my back as we headed to our table.
“Here we are! L et me know if there is anything that I can do for you, Mr. Knightly. Good to see you again. Enjoy.” He said enthusiastically, looking at Blake and then me.
“Thank you, Gerard .”
Gerard gave a light nod, smiled towards me and stealthily left our table.
I kn ow his granddad and him come here often. Blake adores his grandfather. He took him in when Blake was ten years old, after both of his parents tragically died in an avalanche in the Swiss Alps while skiing on their wedding anniversary. I met his grandfather, William, once during my visit to Blake’s flat in Mayfair when his grandfather decided to give him a surprise visit. He was charming and engaging. From the affectionate way they interacted, I know they love each other deeply. I’m happy for Blake because even though tragedy struck him, he still has a loving family member to care and support him unconditionally, unlike me.
“I’ll have Eggs Benedict and a cappuccino, please.” I didn’t need to look over the menu. I knew what I wanted.
“A woman with a hearty appetite, I like that ,” I snorted and laughed. Ha! I’m sure you do.
“What’s so funny?”
“You.”
He rais ed a brow, curious and waiting. “ANNND?”
I shrugged.
“It’s just—you know—you only date models or ones that look it, and I bet those types hardly eat or simply nibble at their food. I’m sure.” I said sarcastically. Why does he date only women that look like that? I didn’t peg him to be a shallow man—but then again, I supposed his libido made the decisions.
I was curious and wanted to know the truth.
“I do not!”
I shrugged, not wanting to argue.
After t he waiter came and took our order, Blake had to go outside to take a business call. I was left to my own devices, so I pulled out my phone and texted Jen. I let her know that I got back okay, that she shouldn’t worry about me and I would call her as soon as I got a chance. She was a good friend from back home and was one of the people in my support system.
She was there with me when I saw Kyle with his new girlfriend. Thinking about that made my stomach churn and burn with acid.
Fuck.
The bitch gave me a smirk and held Kyle’s arm, looking at me with a scornful expression. I didn’t go back there to steal him from her. I just needed closure, but got more than I had bargained for.
Three
Saturday,
Santa Monica,
Katie’s Beach House Party
(8 days ago)
“ What’s your choice of poison?” The uber hot bartender asked, wearing only surfer shorts and a garter bowtie to complete his ultra-surfer look. Hot might be understated, more like scrumptious. Exotic with caramel eyes and a to-die-for smile accompanied with perfect teeth.
I giggled like a schoolgirl. “Um, I’d like a lemon drop and a…?” I trailed off glancing at Jen.
“ What would you like to drink Jen?”
“ I’ll have sex on the beach, babe.” she said with a wink. I’m sure she just wants that with a little sand and soft waves. Flirt.
He started setting up our drink s as I pulled Jen next to me. She was still looking at the bartender through her eyelashes and I knew right then and there that she had already set her sights on him.
“Jen , we just got here, can the flirting wait? I kind of need you to stick with me tonight. I sort of need armor, or more like a shield,” I said with an antsy smile and pleading tone.
“ Doll, you can’t be seriously hung up on Kyle still, are you ?” Jen asked accusingly, her brows in a straight line.
“ Umm… well, I don’t know… I want to talk to him…”
“ What do you mean you don’t know? He cheated! You can’t second guess that sweetie. He’s moved on and from what I’ve heard, things have been getting steady and serious.”
That did sound like a very good point.
Steady and serious. H uh. Wow. How could he do this to me? To us ?
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