By the night's end, while Anton, River, and I dined out at Sugarfish, I received an email from Kells. She would be flying in the morning of the event. She would also bring a friend along that did a marvelous job with hair. So, with all those necessities out of the way, I could breathe, relax, and savor the massages and facials River booked for us in the next few days.
We went to the Face Place first, followed by Ole Henriksen Body Spa to scrub and polish every inch of our bodies. And when nightfall came around, River had to head back into the studio while I carried on for a new highlighted color and new do at Nine Zero One Salon.
River, bless his beautiful heart, actually requested that Willa occupy herself while I was in the condo. He wanted us to avoid each other as much as possible. So, in a way, I appreciated his gesture.
I hadn't checked my own apartment in Santa Monica as I previously planned, and it was becoming such a hardship imagining a life without River. Even for a few measly hours, I had gotten so accustomed to living in his space that it was unbearable to imagine not sharing sweet mornings with him. The mornings were my addiction. I loved waking up to him working in and out of me.
With all that juicy sex, how could I revert back to my old ways? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that it felt amazing to be with River all night and day. Maybe he was right about moving in together. And with Willa scarcely around during the day and only coming home past eight at night, it was almost tolerable living with her. Almost.
Chapter Four
"Oh, my God! I had the worst flight from hell! I swear to God, I almost just stabbed someone." Kells erratically charged into the living room without greeting anyone. She immediately came straight here from LAX and seemed beside herself, animated as she parked her belongings in the corner in drastic haste. We had been in the middle of deciding what type of hairstyle would suit the dress when River's cleaning lady, Linda, had let her in.
Intrigued, Anton and I both stilled, knowing that whatever got Kells so enraged, it would be pure juicy drama.
"What the heck happened to you?" Anton and I both chimed at the same time.
Superbly dressed in her summer dress and designer shoes, her bright green eyes sparkled like impeccable emeralds as she paced to and fro, before she managed to stop and glance at us with those powerful gem-like eyes. "The plane was full, and there's this guy I sat next to in first class. I have a fear of flying, you know, and sometimes the only way I can relax is to sit near the window, but all the seats were taken. So I tried to explain my situation to this man next to me, but he just dumbly stared, as if he didn't understand what I was saying. So I figured this Brazilian man didn't speak an ounce of English. So I let it slide, trying to be understanding and all … "
"And?" I pressed further since she was painstakingly taking a great deal to reach the ending.
Kells let out an aggravated groan before her shoulders sagged as she recalled what transpired. "But, like, half an hour later, he asks the steward for some vodka in fluent American English, so I flipping confronted the asshole. We had a serious discussion. My blood boiled, obviously."
Okay, where was she heading with this?
Anton shook his head, treating this as one of those episodes where Kells liked to overreact and exaggerate. He took it upon himself to wheel in Kells' makeup equipment and began to set it up, taking up the entire the dining table as we waited for Kells to get it together and finish her distorted story.
"Babes, I love you, and I know you're upset and all, but our Cara has a red carpet appearance in two hours, so can we chop-chop and multi-task while you spill the goods?" Anton interrupted Kells, which seemed to have snapped her out of her funk.
Kells unhurriedly began to lie out all the brushes, the color palettes, foundations, and such before she bit her lip and let out a labored sigh. "Anyway, so I pretended to sleep because there's nothing worse than getting all hyped up for an argument to only end up getting stared at like you're this babbling moron. But after a while, pretending to sleep became such a hellish nightmare, so I began to, um, you know. Well, he probably thought I was asleep, and I managed to peek at the email he was writing. His name's Carter Mason. Mister jackass of the twenty-first century!"
"With that name, I can only guess this Carter guy is hot as fuck! Am I right?" Anton snapped his fingers as if he had just figured something brilliant. "Ooo, I get it! He's gay and thinks you're a snotty bitch!" He threw her a devilish grin.