6: Caught Messing Around
1366 Words
Brianna’s POV
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetie.”
Regina resumes the day with her drama, twisting the lollipop stick in her mouth like a spoilt toddler. Her lips are stained red from the candy’s color, and she’s clearly unbothered.
For the very first time since resumption, I came before her. Instead of sulking at home, I had better come to work and be kind to myself. Jack is gone, and the sooner I kiss my reality, the better.
“Yeah.” I manage a response.
I dare not ignore her, else she would resume her detective job and trust Regina. She would make me answer all of her questions till she finds the problem.
“What’s going down today? Look who’s gonna get laid.” She twerks. “I fought with Knox just to get a banger on Val’s night, hahaha. She mimics Cardi B’s iconic laughter.
“Just don’t die yet.” I mock dryly.
“Don’t be such a kill joy.” She frowns. “I’ll be right by you, give me a minute.”
She rushes off to drop her bag and flies back in. I bet she needs trending gossip and, sadly, in Jack’s freaking case.
“How is it with you?” She scans through my pale features.
I thought as much.
I puff. “I guess I will take your advice and move on.” I elude the part of the break-up, purposely.
“Common, you told me that being optimistic doesn’t hurt.” She doesn’t concur. “Have you tried calling? I mean, I would slap him hard on the face, but that’s after you are both cool.” She clenches her fist. “I really do hate him... But I respect your wish.”
“Pick a side.” I sigh. “Hate him and don’t give a damn about how I portray him.” I’m losing it and ranting.
“Is someone angry?” She grimaces. “Go easy Bry.” She furrows her brows.
She has a point. I’m transferring my aggression to her... Which is all shades of wrong.
“I feel sad that you don’t get a gift on Valentine’s, not a chocolate or a bouquet.” She pouts. “If he comes back begging after today, don’t take his loser's ass back.”
I chuckle, trying hard to suppress a sob, but then sniffle, unable to keep up with the strong girl’s act. Even Sia knows a superwoman needs her superman’s soul sometimes.
Her jaws drop.
“Your eyes are puffy... Were you crying?”
“No... I uhm...”
“Brianna?” She stops me from lying my way through. “Oh no, did you get another attack?”
“No, I didn’t.” I suck in the humid air.
“Did Jack whip you in this mood?” She doesn’t stop.
I nod and start sobbing. “He broke up with me over a text.”
“f**k!” she gasps and wraps me up in a bear hug. “That fucker wasn’t decent enough to confront you.” She sighs. “After putting you through hell?” She scoffs. “He will hate hitting a kind woman all of his miserable life.” She cusses.
“I’m so sorry.” She consoles me while patting my back. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
“I gave him everything...”
“He doesn’t deserve you, sweetie,” she reiterates. “And he will never meet a soft and kind lady like you... At least not in California.”
“Y’all say the same shit.” I vent.
“Hey, look what’s gonna happen. First, we’re going to be as composed as hell. We don’t need a sack letter on Valentine’s, it’s bad luck. Second, it’s not over yet, I’m gonna hunt him down.”
I smile, enjoying her bad guy’s hunter tale.
“Common, cheer up . If you don’t mind, you can join Knox and I later. We’re going to Dominos and Chicken republic and Donaldson’s...”
“Of course.” I genuinely chuckled.
“That’s a relief.” She pats me one more time.
I let go of her and stand upright. Very soon, the place would be packed with elites waiting to give their partners heaven on earth. It’s fun watching them blush. At least I get to experience Valentine passively.
“Is Mr. stern face back?” Regina interrupts me.
“Who?”
“Blow up his brains.” She mimics Satanic gecko.
“No, I don’t think so.” I shake my head. Truthfully, I’ve not seen him, not like I was focused on earlier.
“He left the very day he booked this suite, right?” She demonstrates with her index finger dancing in front of her.
I nod gently, trying to picture what she’s trying to say.
“Man has thousands of bucks to throw around.” She smirks.
“They all do.” It sounds like she’s making him seem better. I had to correct that.
“Could we give out his suite and take the extra cash? Maybe buy Lady Gaga’s handbag.”
“Count me out.” I wriggle my way out of her crazy idea.
“No one would know...”
“Still, it’s too risky.”
“Whatever,” she sighs. “Good morning, welcome to Morison’s, how may I be of service to you?” She talks to a male client in front of us.
Back to Valentine’s magic and romantic treat... Let the game begin.
I stare at the green card in my possession the cleaner has given me earlier after tidying Mr. Luther’s room. What if he left something behind... All morning, I alternate thoughts with Jack’s breakup, and to be honest, it’s the better poison.
Unable to get my mind past it, I pick up the card and walk out of the counter.
“I will be right back, Allison.” I hide the card from nosy Regina.
Thankfully, she’s too occupied to start prying. I walk away and kiss the card on the sensor once I get to his room. Since it would be a quick sweep, I leave the door open.
The room is empty as expected. First, I search the drawers and bathrooms and mattresses for anything at all.
Nothing. He must have truly gone.
Taking a look at the wardrobe, it’s very much the same. The only smell that lingers is that of his powerful cologne. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. He doesn’t smell so bad, I’m just being paranoid around him.
What would it feel like to have a real man in my life? Jack was my first and only, and regardless of everything I gave him, he still hurt me so badly.
I work my ass off to feed us both, and not for once did I get a nice treatment, spar session, or even a plastic petal... Nothing romantic about our relationship except the half-baked s*x.
Mr. Luther’s cologne looms strong and manly and... I throw my head backward and gasp, lost in my fantasies. If I ever dated his kind, I would take the back seat and let them be in control of my bills, worries and... Body.
Would he be as possessive as Christian Grey in his fifty shades? And would I be able to gain my freedom like Anastasia? I sigh, lost in my head.
A small white fabric catches my eyes. I reach down to pull it out of the wardrobe drawer.
“Eff!” I gasp.
This is his shorts. He wore this same white Louis Vuitton the day I made him coffee and his c**k was just too huge to be trapped. He must have forgotten it. How will I return something as delicate?
Oddly, I bring it closer to my nose, sniffing it gently so I will toss it aside if I get as little as a bad odour. But damn! It smells so good.
His masculinity... wetness...
“What the f**k!”
The fabric drops from my hand as I spin around towards the sound. Like a ghost, Mr. Luther’s huge frame hovers around the door.
Dear skies!
- Writer
