Текст книги "The Story Of Us"
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I know as soon as I look at him that he’s angry. “Fuck G, you okay, they didn’t hurt you did they? Fuckers.” He looks me over.
“I’m fine, it just freaked me out, fucking hell, they’re aggressive.”
“Tell me about it and they’re getting fucking worse, you sure you’re alright? I’ll knock them the fuck out next time, they’re pigs some of them.”
The commotion is still going off all around us, cameras flashing, people banging on the windows asking for autographs; he starts the car and moves slowly forward.
“Move you stupid fuckers!” he shouts and punches the hooter on the steering wheel. “I swear these people have a death wish.”
I don’t know why but I get the giggles and by the time we escape the ‘stupid fuckers’ we’re both laughing at absolutely nothing.
“Where’s Marley?” I ask when I realise he’s missing.
“Gone with Len, he’s gonna stay at their place tonight.”
My belly goes over as I wonder what that means for us, he looks from the road to me and then back to the road. “I wanted to take you to mine but them wankers know where we live, they’ll probably be there waiting for us.”
I keep staring ahead; he reaches across and takes my hand. “Would it be okay if we stayed at yours? They’d never know to look there.”
“Of course, it’s not as flash as yours and I don’t have a Ronnie at the front door.” He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it.
“As long as you’re there G, I don’t give a fuck if it’s even got a front door.”
I laugh at that. “Ah, now that I do have, in fact I have two, my Dad’s boys did the refurbishment, it’s something that he insisted on and I’m sure if he thought that he could get away with it, he would also have got me a Ronnie.”
He throws his head back and laughs and the sound makes me smile. We drive back to mine without being followed and spend the rest of the night making love in my bed, which smells of Cam. I fall asleep in Sean’s arms, dreaming about lights flashing and being pulled in different directions by two tall, dark haired, dark eyed men.
I’m woken in the morning by my phone ringing. I look across at my clock radio, shit, and its eleven forty-five. Sean is wrapped all around me and hasn’t stirred at the sound of the phone. I wriggle out from underneath him and grab the phone from its base and walk out to the kitchen and put the kettle on as I answer.
“Hello.” My voice is dry and raspy from my long sleep.
“I’m sorry Kitten, did I wake you?” For some reason, guilt washes over me as I hear Cam’s voice. I look down at my naked self and think about all the different ways Sean fucked me in my bed last night.
“Mmm, yeah, you did,” I say as I stretched, trying to disguise the guilt in my voice.
“Did you have a late night baby?”
“Not really, just needed the sleep.” Lie.
“What did you do last night?”
“Went for an Indian.” Not a lie.
“Right, who with?”
“Jimmie.” Sort of not a lie, Jimmie was there.
“Oh right, no Ashley?” Shit, I nearly always go out with Ash on a Friday night. Double shit, it’s Ash’s party tonight at the club, shit, fuck, bollocks, I have a hair and makeup appointment at three.
“No, no Ash, she’s saving herself for tonight.”
“Ah, right, yeah, her party at the club.”
“Yeah.” There’s a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.
“Okay, well seeing as you don’t seem to want to talk, I’ll hang up. Sorry for waking you up Kitten.”
I feel terrible, evil. “Cam.”
The instant I say his name, I realise that Sean is behind me, I turn to see him standing naked, his arms above his head as he reaches up to touch the top of the door frame, he isn’t as tall as Cam, but at around six foot, he’s still tall and he’s nowhere near as broad but he’s still beautifully defined. That’s exactly what Sean is, from his dark hair, which is a long mess right now, his dark skin and eyes, all the way down to that perfect V thing men have going on, to his toned legs and sexy brown feet, he is just beautiful, my beautiful boy.
“Kitten?”
Shit, Cam. “I’ll talk to you Monday,” I say. He hangs up without saying any more. I turn and look at Sean who now has a hard on that’s almost touching his belly button, I walk toward him, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, he slides his hands underneath my bum cheeks, lifts me up and carries me over to the breakfast bar, where he sits me down but remains standing between my legs.
“Shit,” I complain as the cold surface hits my bare arse. “It’s freezing.”
He gives a little smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I thought you spoke to him yesterday.”
My stomach jumps to my throat and I swallow it back down before I speak, “I did, he’s away on business, I want to talk to him face to face but he’s not back till Monday so I’ll talk to him then.”
He slides me forward so that I’m pressed against him, he’s standing, I’m sitting on the breakfast bar, both naked, my legs wrapped around his hips. “I’m jealous; I don’t want you to see him Monday.”
“Why are you jealous? I’m seeing him to break up with him.” He shrugs his shoulders and rubs his thumb over his bottom lip.
“I don’t know, just the thought of you with him.” His hand rubs at the back of his neck. “I’m being a twat ain’t I?”
“You’re being a complete twat babe.”
He smiles that beautiful, lazy, lopsided smile of his. “I love you.” Is all that he says, and then he carries me back to bed.
Later, I explain to him about Ashley’s party tonight at my Dad’s club and ask if he would like to come with me. Jimmie and Lennon are going so we call Marley up and ask him to come along too, despite the fact the party’s in the VIP area. Sean calls up his usual security guards and arranges for them to work tonight. Later Sean heads over to Lens to pick up Marley and they go home to get ready for tonight. They’ll meet us at the club later as I’m going in the limo with the girls. The instant he’s gone, I miss him, miss him to the point that I stand for a few seconds and hug myself as I think of the mad events that have happened over the last forty eight hours. I’m bought back to earth by my buzzer going off, Sean had insisted that I lock both doors after he left, he’s worried about reporters finding out who I am and coming over here, although why exactly they would be interested in me, I have no idea.
“Hello,” I call into the intercom.
“Get the door G, my arms are breaking here.” It’s Ashley; I had completely forgotten she was getting ready here. She will freak out when I tell her who I’ve invited along tonight. She loves Carnage. I’ve got her tickets for their shows a few times but never the back stage passes that she’s begged for. I couldn’t, I hated the thought of her seeing Sean when I couldn’t so I always made up some excuse, well today, I would make up for that and give her a birthday present to remember.
I buzzed the bomb/riot/nuclear war proof door my Dad had insisted was installed, open and went to my front door. Ashley not only had a garment bag and holdall with her, she also had a case of champagne. I helped her in with everything and we hug.
“I’ve been worried about you babe, your Mum said you was a bit under the weather, I thought you was gonna bail on me. I belled a couple of times but you didn’t pick up. What’s up babe, dodgy guts or summit?” Ashley had the kind of Essex accent that made my Mum cringe, she was careful in the shop to never drop her H’s or to use slang but once she was out of the shop, she spoke like a typical Essex girl, the way I would have spoken if my Mum hadn’t been around to always pick me up on my pronunciation. I slipped occasionally but never to Ashley’s degree.
“Ash.” I held her by the shoulders and looked at her, she was as blonde as I was dark but we both had blue eyes, she was as tall as me but much curvier and whenever we went out together, we turned every head in the place.
She frowned and looked at me. “George.”
“I have some news.”
“Yeah, right, am I gonna like it?”
“Not sure, you will definitely like some of it.”
“Fuck’s sake George, jus spill will ya.”
“I’m back with Sean.”
“What… Rock star Sean, Maca, from Carnage Sean?”
“Hmm mmm.” Is all I can manage while I nod.
“Fuck, what about TDH.” Okay, that wipes the smile off my face. I let out a deep sigh.
“I know, I feel really bad, he’s away till Monday, I’ll see him then and call things off.”
“Wow, babe, back with Sean… Shit, was that you in the paper with him this morning, coming out of a restaurant last night?” No, the pictures were in the papers?
“What, what papers, what did it say?”
“Ha, well actually it’s really funny now I know it was you, you’re looking down at the ground and Marley’s on one side with his arm around your shoulders and Sean’s on the other, pushing a pap out the way and the headline says something like ‘Looks like another Marley and Maca threesome was on the cards for the Carnage boys last night’. How funny is that, they had you down as shagging your own brother, which, yeah anyway, so, wow.”
She realises that I’m not impressed by the look on my face. I grab my phone and dial the number that Sean wrote down on a piece of paper for me earlier, Marley answers. “It’s done; we dumped the body in the Thames.”
“Very funny Marls, one day that will get you in deep shit.”
“Hello little sister Georgia, it’s been what, two hours since you seen him and your already on the phone, you sad little individual.”
“Is that Georgia? Gimme the phone,” I hear Sean say in the background.
“G?”
“Sean, those pictures from last night made the papers; apparently I was going home for a threesome with you and Marley.”
“Fuck, Norman, the doorman said we were in the papers when we got back here but he didn’t say what it said. You okay G?”
“Not really but what can I do?”
“Nothing really, I told ya, they’re pigs most of them, I’ll sort you out some security, if they see us together again, it’ll only get worse and then…” he trails off.
“And then what?
“Look, don’t freak out but some of our fans are a bit… possessive, any girls, any of us have ever been linked with generally get abuse of some kind. But don’t worry, I’ll get Milo onto it, I’ll get you the best close protection, I ain’t having anyone getting near ya G.”
“I need a body guard, seriously?”
“Yes G, I ain’t taking no chances, there’s some fuckin’ nutters out there and I ain’t risking one of them getting near ya.” I don’t really know what to say to that.
“I miss ya, can’t wait to see you tonight,” he says quietly into the phone.
“Peeerrrleeease, you’ve just left her, you’ll see her again in a few hours!” I hear Marley call out.
“Shut the fuck up Layton you dick.” I smile at a conversation I have heard so many times between these two. I look up to see Ashley watching me with a grin on her face.
“I miss you too.”
“What time you leaving?”
“The limo picks us up at nine, get ready and come back here if you want.”
“Na, you enjoy your girl time, we’ll just meet ya at the club.”
“Okay, see ya then.”
“I love you Georgia Rae, show us your tits,” he whispers into the phone.
“Maca, I can hear you, that’s my little fuckin’ sister, you perv.”
“I love you too Sean.” I stand and grin into the phone for a few seconds, listening to him telling Marley to shut up again.
“Go get yourself tarted up, can’t wait to see ya.” I hang straight up; otherwise we’ll be there for hours, just like we used to be.
As soon as I end the call, Ashley is on me. “George, I’ve gotta say babe, I’ve never, ever, seen you look so happy, you’re proper in love with him ain’t ya.” She sounds amazed, like this is a revelation, has no one been listening to me these past nine years. I love Sean McCarthy, always have, always will, nothing will ever change that.
“I love him Ash, I’ve always loved him.” She didn’t say anything for a while and then surprised me by giving me a cuddle.
“You know what babe, I believe ya, it’s written all over ya face, you look different, like the light has been switched on somewhere.”
I smile back; I know exactly what she means, because that’s exactly how I feel. “Ash, look, I hope you don’t mind but tonight I sorted of invited Sean along.”
“Oh my fuckin’ God, George, are you serious. Sean McCarthy is coming to my birthday party, really, did he say yes, is he really coming?”
“Yes Ash, really and Marley’s coming too.” She screams so loud, it actually hurts my ears.
“Georgia, oh my God Georgia, the boys from Carnage are gonna be at my birthday party. Fuck, you are the best friend ever.” I think she’s happy!
CHAPTER 20
By eight o’clock that night I was dressed in a short black leather dress and knee high leather boots, my hair was a long and bouncy mass of curls and my makeup applied by professionals to perfection. I had downed three glasses of champagne and snorted two lines of coke, Ashley’s brother had supplied her with some top notch class A shit along with a few ecstasy pills that we would take later in the night. By eleven o’clock when we walked into Kings, I was buzzing and felt on top of the world. I loved turning up here when there was a queue and walking straight past everyone to the front.
My Dad and Bailey had done me proud, the room was decorated exactly as I had asked them to, in Ashley’s favourite colour of purple, matched with silver, there was a small table with nibbles on and waiters and waitresses on hand with champagne. Jimmie had come in the limo with us and had told me that the boys had a driver and would be leaving from her place about now so to expect them within the hour.
Bailey appeared at my side and gave me a cuddle, I could see the eyes of Ashley’s friends light up as they looked my eldest brother over. “How you doing little sister Georgia? See you got papped last night outside the Indian. I’ve called in a few extra doormen in case there’s any problems tonight.”
“Thanks big brother Bailey, the boys are bringing their own blokes and thanks for all this too, it looks great.”
“Not a problem, Mum’s been here all afternoon organising all of this, you know what she’s like but I’ve gotta admit, it looks nice, she does have a good eye.” My stomach lurches a little bit at the mention of my Mum and I feel guilty, despite everything, she still came here today and did this for my friend.
“How is she?” I ask him, he shrugs.
“She’s actually really pissed off with herself; she can’t believe she believed that girl without checking out her story.”
“That’s just typical Mum though Bails, she only ever sees the good in everyone, she thinks we’re all as nice as her.”
He nods in agreement. “Exactly, that’s why you shouldn’t be so hard on her, she fucked up. We all do it at least once in our lives, most of us even more.”
“Yeah, I know, I’ll sort it between us, I promise.”
“Make sure you do, right, enjoy yourselves and behave, your pupils are already like saucers.” He narrows his eyes at me. “I’m watching you Georgia, no doing any of that shit in public, you never know who might be watching, especially as you’re practically famous now.” He kisses my hair and leaves, kisses Jims cheek and leaves.
“Shit George, your brothers are so fuckin’ good lookin’, even your Mum and Dad are still hot.”
“Eww, Ash.”
“Well it’s true and then look, your brothers marrying Jimmie and she’s gorgeous, you lot are gonna produce the next generation of beautiful people between ya’s.” Jimmie and I just shake our heads and laugh, Ashley’s buzzing. We call her machine gun lips when she’s on, because she talks so fast.
The VIP bar has its own dance floor overlooking the main dance floor, with the same music pumped in through a hidden sound system. Friday nights are always dance music nights and I can’t keep still, I love dancing, after so many years of not listening to music, I found that when I first started coming to clubs with Ash, that I just couldn’t stand still. I don’t know if it was because I was pretty sure I wouldn’t hear a Carnage song in a nightclub and I just relaxed enough to enjoy myself or maybe it was the drugs but I just had to dance and tonight it didn’t matter either way, in fact I would love to hear a Carnage song, just so that I could dance my arse off to it.
Ash, Jimmie and I headed down to the main dance floor as no one was dancing up in our section yet. We had arrived early so that Ash was there to greet her guests, but most wouldn’t arrive until after midnight, which is when we usually turned up. We dance for four or five songs and when we get sick of fighting off the unwanted attention of sweaty men, we head upstairs; as soon as we enter the bar. I know that Sean is there, I just feel it, feel him, it was like, long fingers of electricity reached out from him, toward me, even if they didn’t quite touch me. I could still feel the current, the pull and I think it worked in reverse for him, at least I hoped it did.
Ashley had warned all of her friends that the boys would be here tonight and she had asked them all not to ask for autographs and just treat them as normal blokes on a night out, which I should’ve realised to some women meant that they could chat them up as they would any other good looking blokes. I spotted Marley first; he was taller than Len now, who he was stood next to. Sean was right at the end and seemed to be receiving the most attention from Jill and Coral, Ashley’s two friends who had arrived in the limo with us, they were both dressed like cheap, nasty sluts and had not shut up about Sean and Marley all night. I had reminded them earlier that Sean was my boyfriend and they had given me an ‘of course he his sweetheart’ patronizing type of smile, why would they believe me? If all they ever read were the newspaper stories about him and Marley. Why would they believe he suddenly had a girlfriend? Why would anyone? Suddenly that old familiar rage I used to feel, back when the band were just starting out, started to burn inside me and I clenched my fists, Jimmie didn’t miss it, not for a second.
“George, no trouble.” I didn’t even look at her, I just walked over to where they all stood, Jill had her hand on Sean’s chest, so I grabbed it and bent it back as far as I dare, she yelped out in pain. “Get your fuckin’ hands off him.”
“Whoa, whoa, Georgia.” Lennon jumped in and pulled my hand from hers.
Sean just smiled at me. “Georgia baby, you are such a bad girl.”
His eyes are glassy and he stinks of whiskey and I love him so very, very much. Milo the bouncer from Spain steps out of thin air and escorts Jill and Coral away. Marley passes me a glass of champagne and says, “Little sister Georgia, what are we gonna do with you and that temper of yours?”
He shakes his head as if he’s telling me off. “We’re not gonna do anything with that temper of hers,” Sean says. “Because she makes me so fuckin horny when she gets all green eyed, I fuckin’ love it.”
Lennon and Marley both shake their heads. “You two are a fuckin’ nightmare.”
Len looks at me. “We just had to practically sit on him when he saw some bloke touch you on the dance floor.”
I smile up at him and wrap my arms around his neck. “Did they baby, did you get jealous?”
“Yes, I told you this morning I get jealous; I hate the thought of you even talking to other blokes, let alone them touching you.” I kiss him, hard on the mouth. “You look stunning G, fucking gorgeous.”
Before I can answer, Ashley calls out. “Oi George, you gonna do the honours or what babe?”
I smile at her bluntness. “Of course, sorry, how rude of me.”
She comes over and stands beside me, we link arms. “Ashley, this is my boyfriend Sean and this is my brother Marley, Lennon you already know and Jimmie is just Jimmie… Boys, I don’t know if you remember Ash from school, think you might have already left by the time she started, but anyway, this is my good friend, work colleague and birthday girl Ashley Parker.”
“Happy birthday Darlin’,” Sean says and gives her a kiss on the cheek.
“Wow, I mean thanks, thank you and thanks for coming. Love your work by the way, sorry, I know it’s your night off but just wanted to get that out there.”
Sean just smiles and says, “Not a problem and thanks for the invite.”
But Ashley is no longer listening, she’s looking at Marley and Marley is looking at Ash, with his mouth almost hanging open to the floor. Sean uses the back of his hand under Marley’s bottom jaw and closes it.
Marl’s eyes wander over to me and he swallows, then says to Ash, “Happy birthday Ashley, you’re beautiful.”
“Okaaay,” Jimmie says and grabs my arm, I in turn grab Sean’s and we all turn in the opposite direction and leave the love/lust struck couple to chat. Sean and I stand and talk with Jimmie and Lennon and the continuous flow of people that come over and talk to us. There are a few people from school there, some Sean remembers, some he doesn’t but they all remember him and Marley, who is still at the end of the bar drooling over Ash.
After about an hour, Sean grabs my hand and says into my ear, “Come and dance with me.” He pulls me to the dance floor, where one of my favourite songs is playing, Soul 11 Soul’s ‘Back to life’.
Sean and I have only ever slow danced together, this song is too fast for a slow dance but too slow for a fast dance, but we manage. Sean pulls my back into his chest and I grind into him, he holds me against him by splaying his hand over my belly, with his other hand, he moves my hair off of my neck and scrapes his teeth over my bare shoulder, all the way to my nape. I lift my arm and curl it backward around his neck as I grab at his hair and grind my arse right into his rock hard cock.
“Fuck Gia, I need to be inside you, is there somewhere we can go?”
I turn around to face him and pull his hips into mine, I grab his hand and go in search of Bailey, luckily his office is upstairs and I don’t have to drag Sean through the crowd downstairs.
I knock on Bailey’s door and open it before he replies, he looks up from paper work and I give him my best smile. “What?” he asks, he knows the look I’m giving him means I want something.
“Maca.” He nods at Sean.
“Big brother Bailey?”
“What dya want George?”
“This room.”
“What?”
“This room, can we borrow this room for like…”
“Twenty minutes,” Sean jumps in. Bailey looks from me to Sean and back to Sean again.
“You’re seriously asking to borrow my office, to fuck my sister in Maca? You’ve got some balls.”
“Bails please, we’ve got a lot of making up to do, I’ll owe you big time, pleeease,” I whine.
He sighs, stands from his desk and throws me the keys. “Fifteen minutes, don’t make a mess and I want ten tickets with back stage passes for your next concert.”
“Cheers mate, not a problem, you can have twenty, fifty even,” Sean shouts as Bailey leaves. I lock the door after him.
As I turn around Sean is on me, his mouth slams onto mine, his tongue inside, hungrily seeking mine, he unzips my leather dress and because it’s strapless and fully lined, it slides down my body to the floor. I’m not wearing a bra so I’m now stood in the office that my Dad shares with my brother in my knee high boots and black lace knickers. I step out of my dress as Sean watches me.
“Fifteen minutes G, what can we manage in fifteen minutes dya think?” He licks up the inside of my arm and sucks on the inside of my elbow and I shudder.
“Bend over that desk and put your arse in the air.” I shudder again, this time just from pure desire. Coke always makes me horny and tonight more so than ever. It takes me just three steps to reach the desk, but the sensation, the friction caused by my thighs rubbing together, by the lace from my underwear, all off it pushes me closer and closer to an orgasm. I ache so badly, I just want him inside.
I do exactly as Sean requested, I lean forward on the desk and put my arse in the air, and I spread my legs and wait. I hear his zip undoing and groan quietly and can’t help but gyrate my hips toward him. He leans over me and wraps my hair around his hand and pulls it, just a little, but just enough to make me moan, he bites down on my shoulder and then says, “I’m gonna fuck you G, I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast and make us both see stars and then later, when I get you home, in bed, alone, I’m gonna make love to you. I’m gonna worship you and start making up for the past four years but right now, right now, we both need this.”
He pulls my knickers to one side and I buck and grind into him, I can feel his cock at the top of my arse crack and I panic for a minute at what he thinks he’s gonna do to me and let out a little whimper. “Shush baby, just relax.”
Every time he speaks, every word he says, just edges me closer and closer. He slides his finger out and drags them back, they hover over my arse. “I want this.” He taps. “But not here, not now, but I want it, I want you in every way G, every fuckin’ inch of ya.”
As he finishes speaking he yanks on my hair and rams into me, his arm slides around my front and his middle finger pushes down on my clit, I push back, taking all of him inside me, then I grind forward onto his finger, he moves his hand and pushes his fingers inside me along with his cock and I feel like I’m being ripped open and it drives me insane. When he pushes the heel of his hand onto my clit, I’m done, I explode and my legs, quite literally go from under me. “Fuck!” Sean roars in my ears and I feel him come, hot and deep inside of me.
Sean and I have never had sex like this before, until this week, I was only sixteen the last time we had made love and that is exactly all that we had ever done, made love. Sean had always been gentle and considerate, he’d taught me, but never forced me and he had definitely never been rough like he had tonight. Tonight was fucking, pure and simple, lust fuelled fucking and I think I loved him even more than I did at the beginning of the night. The fact that he couldn’t wait till we got home, that we needed that connection so bad that I had had the cheek to ask my brother to use his office, it made me love in a way that made not just my heart but my whole body to ache.
I was spread; face down, with Sean still buried inside me over my brother’s desk. I groaned as Sean pressed against my back. “I can’t believe we did that, my brother’s got to work on this desk, I’m such a slut.” I could feel Sean’s laugh rattle inside him, I could feel his chest and shoulders move and his hot breath in my ear but he didn’t say anything, his hand reached out in front of me and he dragged a box of tissues toward us, pulled a handful out and passed them to me, he grabbed another handful, kissed my shoulder and pulled out of me.
We used the bathroom in the office, cleaned ourselves up, got dressed and unlocked the door. Bailey was sitting on a stool at the bar, talking to someone. Sean had my hand in one of his and the keys in the other, he dangled them over Bailey’s shoulder and said, “Cheers mate, we owe you big time.”
Bailey turned on his stool, his eyes slid to mine and at first I couldn’t make out the look in them, then two things happened at once, Sean kissed my temple, and then said. “You wanna drink baby?” Just as the person Bails had been talking too stood up.
Cam!
Everything in the room stopped, the noise, the people, it either stopped or faded away or it was all just too much for my brain to deal with. Never for as long as I live will I forget the look on his face, he started to smile, then his eyebrows drew in together as he watched Sean kiss me and call me baby. His mouth dropped open slightly, as he looked between me and Sean, he looked at Sean’s hand in mine, then from my face to Sean’s and that’s where it stayed for a few seconds. My gaze moved to Baileys, he was looking panicked; I needed to say something but my mouth was so dry I didn’t think I could.
“Gia?’ Sean was looking at me. “What’s wrong?” The affection and concern in Sean’s voice was unmistakable.
Cam’s face completely fell, as did his shoulders, his eyes closed for a few seconds before they shifted back to me and the hurt that they expressed was tangible, he started to turn to leave. “Cam?” He swung back around to face me. Bailey jerked slightly, unsure of what he was going to do. Cam looked from me to Sean, and then put his hand out to Sean.
“Cameron King, joint owner of the place.”
Sean obviously hadn’t missed the name or the atmosphere. “Sean McCarthy,” he hesitated as if he was going to say more but he didn’t.
Cam nodded his head, as if everything was suddenly becoming clear. “You’re Sean, the lead singer of Carnage, of course.”
Sean nodded slightly back and then looked at me. “Do you need a minute, to talk?” I couldn’t have been more grateful or loved him more at that moment; I gave a slight nod Ash kissed my cheek. “Ten minutes, then I’m coming back, I don’t care, how big he is, ten minutes.” He turned back to Cam and Bailey. “I’m gonna get a drink from the other bar.”
He didn’t pretend, he didn’t say nice to meet you, because obviously, it wasn’t, he just turned and walked back into the VIP bar, “I’ll leave you two to talk.” Bailey kissed my cheek and got up and left.
“Cam, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, I thought you were away till Monday, I wanted to tell you then, face to face.” My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat and in my head.
“I came home early to surprise you, I wanted to see you, wanted to tell you, show you how sorry I was for my behaviour Thursday night. Thursday night Kitten, you remember that? Two nights ago, when I stupidly thought you were in a relationship with me.”
“I was, I was, I… ”
He knocked back the drink he had in his hand, then looked at me and shook his head. “Sean McCarthy, now why didn’t I work that one out, I knew all about Sean, I just didn’t realise it was that Sean. I didn’t stand a chance did I? Me or a twenty-two year old fucking rock God?”
“Cam, please, it’s not like that, I’ve known him since I was eleven, he was my boyfriend from the age of thirteen, he’s the only boy I’ve ever loved.” He looked thoroughly defeated when I said that.
“Thanks Kitten, thanks for that.” Then he turned and walked away. I stood until I couldn’t see him anymore, then feeling like the worst person on earth, so I went to find Sean.
Ash and Marley were practically having sex on the dance floor when I walked back into the VIP bar, the only thing missing was actual penetration but nobody seemed bothered by it. Sean was at the bar talking to Lennon, Jimmie, and Bailey, he didn’t look happy. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a waitress and made my way over to his side.
