“I’m sorry to disappoint.” But he doesn’t look bothered at all.
“You haven’t. I want to go! I’ve never been to a strip club before.” I tell him.
I have always wanted to go to one. I love the way the dancers move and how different it is from anything I have ever done before. I don’t think I have a sexy bone in my body, but I would love to try.
“Well, I promise to take you some time.”
We chat for a while longer, enjoying each other’s company. We’re almost at my hotel when he turns to me.
“So, who’s the guy?”
“What?” I ask, my brows crease as I look up at him.
“The guy that has your heart?”
“Oh, erm, it’s not…” I stammer. What do I even say to that?
“It’s okay, you know. I get it. Your face betrays your every emotion. I could see how shocked you were to see me tonight.”
My shoulders slump. Releasing a breath, I decide honesty right now is probably the best policy. “I have been in love withthe same person for much longer than I’d like to admit. I’m sorry for wasting your time. This was Saras' way of trying to get me over him.” I release my hand from his, removing his jacket from my shoulders and handing it back to him.
“You haven’t. Wasted my time, I mean. I had a good night. But Lucy, I do like you, and when you’re ready, I’d love to take you on a proper date.”
“I like you too.” I quickly add.
“But you love him.” He states, rubbing his thumb across my jaw. “Remember me when you’re ready to move on.” He leans in to kiss my cheek, and still, nothing. There are no sparks or butterflies, and he must notice. “Goodnight, Lucy.”
I smile sadly and wave goodbye before going inside. Defeated, I stomp around my room getting myself ready for bed. What a fucking shit show that was. I am so bloody annoyed with myself. For once, I was really enjoying myself with another man. Why did my stupid heart have to wreck it? He could have been the one to finally get me out of this mess.
I will not cry.I repeat like a mantra to myself over and over in my head, because I have wasted too many tears on a situation that is out of my control. After what feels like a lifetime, my eyes finally drift closed. With dreams of a stubborn man, dressed in a tailored suit and a cheeky smile, unsettling me through the night.
“So…” Sara drags out the word before finally asking what I know she’s kept in all day. “What did you think of Riley?”
Knew it.
“He was nice,” I tell her, not taking my eyes off the market we’re walking through. Camden Town is like a whole new world to me. The shops here are unique, each one beautifully different in their own way. One could be selling allthings pink and glitter, then next door, it could be dark and intimidating. I love it, and have already spent far more than I should have.
“Nice? That’s it? That man is one of the sexiest humans to walk this planet, and the fact that he has it bad for you. And all you have to say isnice!” She even uses air quotes to emphasise her dramatic outburst. “What the hell happened? I thought you two were getting on?”
“I don’t know.” I lie. If I were Pinocchio, my nose would be at least three feet long. “I just wasn’t feeling it.”
“Is there something you’re not telling me? Would you rather have a woman? Because if you do, I will change up my matchmaking skills.”
Maybe I should try to move on to women. I find them attractive, and it’s not like I’m falling for a man any time soon. If only the thought of a vagina turned me on.
Yep, I definitely like men. Well, one man.
“Nope, I am all for the dick. I just didn’t get the vibe from him, that’s all.” I try to brush it off, but Sara isn’t the type to let things go that easily.
“I call bullshit. There is no way you weren’t attracted to that man. Why did he cancel being our tour guide today?” She raises an eyebrow at me, crossing her arms for added effect.
“I don’t know. Ask him.” She’s starting to piss me off now.
Don’t get me wrong, she is like a sister to me and always has been. That also means she knows exactly how to push my buttons, and her filter is practically non-existent.
“Don’t be cranky with me, Sugarplum. You’re the one who missed out on a good dicking last night.”
Don’t I know it.
