Let's Talk
893 Words
Diane arrived at the lounge before Sonia. Feeling a bit bored, she decided to place their order while waiting. The ambient music and soft lighting created a soothing atmosphere, but her thoughts wandered restlessly.
A few minutes later, she spotted Sonia approaching from a distance, radiating elegance. She looked absolutely stunning. Diane found herself admiring her friend's beauty, so much so that she didn’t even notice when Sonia sat across from her.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Sonia teased. "Is it the First Young Master Wallington? Or are you just so captivated by my beauty that you couldn’t take your eyes off me?"
Diane blinked, startled by the mention of Charles. She hadn’t thought about him all day. Offering a small smile, she replied, "I think you're getting prettier by the day."
"Hmph. Here I was hoping you’d say something more juicy," Sonia sighed dramatically. "Now, spill it. What really happened?"
"It's nothing," Diane said, brushing it off. "I don’t want to ruin the mood with office drama. Let’s just drink and have fun."
"Alright," Sonia relented with a soft sigh. "But you know I’m here if you ever want to talk about it."
Soon, the waiter brought their order. Halfway through the meal, Sonia started ranting about her ruined day.
"You wouldn’t believe how awful my date was," she said with a grimace. "The guy was creepy—and get this—he said he wants five kids!"
Diane nearly choked on her drink. "Five? Wow. I guess I’ll be the cool aunt of many—"
Before she could finish, Sonia shot her a glare. Diane burst into laughter.
"I seriously don’t know where my dad finds these guys," Sonia groaned. "They look all polished and responsible on the surface, but underneath? Complete jerks."
"You can’t really blame him," Diane said reasonably. "He’s just looking out for you. I’m just glad you always see through their façades."
After a few glasses, Diane was tipsy, and though Sonia wasn’t as far gone, she definitely felt it. As Sonia made her way to the dance floor, she bumped into someone.
She looked up. "Scott? Move aside," she said, trying to shove him away.
The man wore a lazy, smug expression. "Shouldn’t you be heading home by now? Or should I call—"
"How dare you use him to threaten me," Sonia snapped. "Don’t provoke me. Get out of my way."
"You shouldn’t be out this late alone. Come on, let me drive you home," he said, reaching for her arm, but Sonia yanked herself back.
Meanwhile, Diane, in her slightly hazy state, noticed a woman sitting alone at a nearby table. She was drinking glass after glass and had just tossed aside an empty bottle. Something about her seemed familiar.
Curious, Diane walked over.
"Hi, do you mind if I sit here?" she asked politely.
The woman didn’t look up. She remained still, completely ignoring her.
Diane took that as a silent yes and sat down beside her. But before she could say another word, the woman suddenly grabbed her bag and left without a glance.
Stunned, Diane stared at the empty seat, dazed.
Back at her table, she rubbed her temple, trying to recall where she’d seen that face before. But her mind was too foggy to place it, so she gave up with a sigh.
Sonia stomped back to the table just as Diane yawned lazily.
"Weren’t you going to dance?" Diane asked, checking the time on her phone.
"Don’t even get me started," Sonia huffed. "My mood’s already ruined."
"What happened?"
"I ran into Scott. He actually threatened to call my dad. Can you believe that?"
"Honestly? I can," Diane said. "He knows you wouldn’t want to bother your dad at this hour. He might’ve said that just to look out for you."
Sonia rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. They both gathered their things and headed toward the exit.
Just as they were about to say their goodbyes, they noticed Charles and his assistant walking out right behind them.
The women exchanged glances. "Seriously?" their expressions said.
Without missing a beat, Diane turned and walked straight to Charles.
"Hey, hubby. What a surprise," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Didn’t expect to run into you here."
Charles’ assistant turned away awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable.
"Young Master Wallington," Sonia greeted politely. "Please take care of her. She had a few drinks." She waved them goodnight and left.
Once she was gone, Charles dismissed his assistant and looked down at Diane.
"So you were out drinking, huh?" he asked in a deep, unreadable tone.
Diane looked up at him with a playful pout. "I want to sleep. Let’s go."
Charles said nothing as he led her to the car and drove home.
By the time they arrived, Diane was fast asleep.
He carried her effortlessly to their room and laid her on the bed. Just as he was about to pull away, Diane wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly, her eyes still closed.
Charles didn’t resist. When she opened her eyes to look at him, he finally spoke.
"We need to talk," he said, pulling away slightly and loosening his tie. He removed his suit jacket, then his trousers, leaving only his briefs.
Diane blinked and sat up slowly.
"Wait... you want us to talk?"
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