I’d thought we’d been getting on pretty well, but it seems I rubbed her the wrong way somehow.
We’d always ribbed each other in the past – it was our way – but she appears to be averse to jokey banter today.
She seemed pretty flat too, like she’s lost her spark.
But then I guess that’s not surprising considering what’s happened to her recently.
I look around me at the other guests who are still enjoying the lit vibes of the ambient techno music, on-trend cocktails and happy chatter around the pool, but being here doesn’t hold the same allure now I’m alone again. So I decide to pack up and go back to my apartment too.
On the way there I stop at reception to chat to them about my dinner plans. I asked my PA to email and let them know I wanted to eat in my private dining room, at least for the first night, and I’m just going to check they got that information.
‘Yes, sir,’ the receptionist confirms. ‘Your meal will be delivered to your apartment at seven o’clock, as you requested. Could I check, it’s just a meal for one person, yes?’
Her question tugs at something deep inside me. I’m guessing Chloe’s going to be eating on her own too.
‘Actually, I’d like to eat in the restaurant instead. You’ll have a table available for me, right?’ I ask.
‘Let me check, sir. We’re very busy tonight, but I’m sure we can accommodate you,’ the receptionist says with a smile.
I wait, tapping my fingers against my thighs, and glance around towards the bar while she does so. There’s no-one in it at present as everyone seems to still be outside at the pool. I imagine it’ll be jumping later though. I’ll have to come and check it out.
‘Yes, I can arrange a table for you,’ she says, drawing my attention back to her.
I smile. ‘Great. Book me in for seven o’clock then please.’
‘I’ll do that, sir,’ she says, tapping on her keyboard.
‘Thanks.’ I give her a nod, then head back to my apartment.
Yeah, that’s the right choice. I’ll soak up the atmosphere in the restaurant tonight, then eat in my apartment for the next few days to get some proper peace.
I take a shower, then towel off and lie on my bed naked, staring up at the ceiling.
I’m feeling weirdly buzzed. Not sure why. I’ve gone away on my own before, on my year out before uni, so I’m used to travelling alone and making opportunities for fun as I go.
I’d come here thinking I needed some space, but that’s not what I’m craving right now.
My body feels alive and primed.
And I seem to have a hard-on.
Maybe it’s because I’m lying here naked.
It’s funny because I’ve not felt like having sex since Katya took off, but my sex drive has suddenly returned with a vengeance.
Seeing Chloe has shaken me up. Taken me back to happier, more carefree times.
I genuinely thought I’d never see her again.
But I’m kinda glad I have.
It’s spoken to something that’s been buried in me. Reignited something, after feeling dead inside.
And consequently, I’m experiencing an irresistible drive todosomething right now. I’m not entirely sure what, but I figure if I put myself out into the world,something’sbound to happen.
I’m always up for an adventure.
I resist the urge to have a wank, wanting to preserve my energy for the time being, just in case I end up meeting someone tonight and hooking up with them is on the cards.
