“I'm not a freak,” I instantly regret opening my mouth. Fuck sake Haz who says that. I watched as a soft smile caught her lips. They were fuller than I remembered. Your memory hasn’t done her justice at all “Alfie told me that you’re the one who knows where Jay is?” She blinked repeatedly as if she was confused and I watched as her beautiful face twisted.
“Who's Jay?” She eventually responded to my question. Ahh he's told her his surname. I scoffed a laugh and nodded at her.
“Conway? You know where he is?” I closed the gap between us and hoped I’d be hit by her smell again and I wasn’t disappointed. I closed my eyes to breathe her in. How could he not have told me he was talking to her? Where did he even find her?
“When I saw him the other week he had said he was going away on business but I can’t remember,” her eyes looked full of an emotion I couldn’t pinpoint which emotion it was, her mouth opened and closed again, “he was supposed to meet me for coffee but he didn’t show,” her expression changed as it seemed like she was recalling the memory of him standing her up. Her eyes didn’t look pained, she looked pissed. My chest danced “he didn’t tell me he wasn’t coming and I haven’t heard anything from him since.” Her words were sharp. I reached to touch the perfect skin on her face and ran my thumb along her cheek watching her hold her breath.
“Thank you.” She stopped breathing when I stroked her face and a thrill overwhelmed me. Maybe she likes me afterall. Avaya must be the girl he’d been hiding from us. She was the reason he’d take off during a lunch hour and here she was melting in my arms and not his. A thrill moved through me and I smirked as I took in the site of her. “I’m sure we’ll see each other soon.” I released her and made my way to go and grab Chloe. It looked like Chloe was right. He was in Italy. Why has he been so stupid? Why had he taken off without letting anybody know? He knew the danger of going there alone. I fought back my urge to squeeze harder on Chloe’s arm and forced her out of the front doors of the club.
“You’re brother is a twat and he’ll be the death of me.” I hissed, my tone sharper than I had intended it to be. I was pissed with him not her. I glanced down at the look of confusion written on her face and found it amusing. I pulled her arm again and we made our way into my car.
“You know I like it when you’re angry.” She flashed a wink at me, her eyelashes fluttered against her brows and I grinned. I knew all too well the sex we had when we were angry was the best.
Holt - Monday
That feeling of electricity I felt when the tall, muscular God touched me at the club is still resonating through my entire body. It had been a week since I last saw him but the image of him was stuck. Well and truly stuck. I looked towards the bottom of my bed where Nancy was slumped, holding a sick bowl which she was sharing with Soph. I rolled my eyes and kicked them both, a small groan escaped Nancy’s mouth and she opened her eyes. She was peering up at me through her eyelashes, her pineapple bob wobbled as she shook her head at me.
“Get lost Av. I blame you.” She gripped the bowl tighter as I let out a sigh. I felt fine. I didn’t drink. I let out a slight giggle.
“It wasn’t my idea to go there, may I add.” She slumped back down, nestling her head in her pillow and pushed Sophia over. Soph threw her arms to one side and moaned as she grabbed the duvet and wrapped herself up in it. I smiled to myself. This has become a regular occurrence lately, them getting sloshed, me picking up pieces and carrying them home. But I love them and though testing at times, I don’t mind because they’ve been the only constant in my life. I stood from my bed and quietly made my way across my tiny landing towards the bathroom to shower. I glanced in the mirror as I unwrapped my white dressing gown. I huffed and ran my hands over my semi toned tummy, wishing it would be slightly more flat. Wishing my hips weren’t so wide, wishing my arse wasn’t so big and desperately wishing my C cup boobs were more like B cups. I frowned as I ran my hands over my breasts holding them up more and criticizing my body. I must have followed my father for my looks as people often mistook my mother for being my aunt or sister. I had darker hair, she had white blonde hair. I was slightly darker skinned than her. The only thing that resembled her was my heart shaped lips. My bright green eyes were my father's - there was no doubt in my mind I was more like him than I cared to think about. I placed my foot in the shower, a warm feeling
