permanent occupant in my mind. I take a few deep breaths but I can’t halt the panic from spreading because she still hasn’t answered my text.
-Yes, it’s me.-
Her reply comes in almost ten minutes later. I smile like a loon as I eagerly press send to the message I already had written out.
- I need to see you. I’m in New York, not too far from you. I’ll meet you anywhere, anytime. I have much to tell you. Don’t believe anything you hear about me. I would never harm you. You don’t know how happy I am to finally be able to talk to you.-
I hope and pray she’ll want to meet now, today or tonight, because I have no intention of leaving this hotel without seeing her. I need for us to talk. I need to touch her, feel her, or just be close to her. I bring my fingers to my nose again and try to remember her scent. The way she let me make her come was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. The only thing that mars that crazy wild night was when she screamed his name once she finally let go and detonated around my fingers. How could she not remember anything? Am I that unremarkable compared to him? Maybe she does remember, perhaps she’s embarrassed that she let me make her forget him and the pain he caused her. How could he have neglected her and then cheated on her? Louis fucking Bruel was and always will be an animal. When you give a pig a diamond, he doesn’t know better and still treats it like rubbish. Fucking dirty cheater. I feel bile coming up every time I think of all the things he did to my sister.
I look down at my phone and see another text from her.
- Can we meet at The Pierre tonight? It’s on 5th Ave between 60th and 61st street. I have a suite reserved and I think it’s better if we meet privately away from the paparazzi or anyone that could recognize me.-
Amazing, not only did her stupid husband not succeed in driving me out of his so-called city, he probably helped fate once again by bringing us together. Thank bloody God that Karma is a brilliant bitch.
-I know exactly where it is. What time should I come?-
I find myself smiling so hard my face starts to hurt. I haven’t smiled like this since that time we spent together. My cock springs to life just thinking about that night.
-10PM. I’ll leave you a key at reception under the name Jeffery Rossi.-
Perfect, I’ve been called worse before, Jeffery will do just fine. I’m sure her stupid husband made sure I was banned from having access to any of the rooms at this hotel. But you can’t keep us apart, Louis, I think as the permanent smile spread across my face widens. I’m euphoric and my giddiness won’t subside. It’s only four in the afternoon, but I don’t mind waiting another six short hours if it means seeing her. I quickly leave the café and walk towards the hidden restaurant away from inquisitive eyes as I type back, -I’ll be there- and patiently wait for the fair chance Emily and I never got.
“It’s Raining Men” by The Weather Girls
I take the elevator down to the lobby bar at The Pierre hotel feeling for the first time in weeks like a woman. I’ve really kept to myself and my work after the whole Gavin breakup. Besides my pajamas and business suits, I haven’t worn anything remotely as feminine as this slinky black dress. I wonder what this Will guy looks like? In my head, I picture him looking more like Gavin—black hair, handsome, tall with big balls. I smile to myself, remembering Emily’s vivid description of his package. I wonder for the hundredth time if anything happened that night between those two. What a scandal that would be for the Bruels! Louis might have to start peeing on Em to re-mark her. I am full-on laughing to myself, making the elevator attendant smile; if she only knew what mental image I have dancing around in my mind of Louis peeing on Emily. Men.
I walk over to the receptionist and hand him one of my room keys. Em had given me two keys just in case I misplace one.
“Hi, I’m Sara Klein, I’m a guest of Emily and Louis Bruel, I’ll be staying at The Penthouse for a little while. Can I