Luke has finally stopped texting me. I guess he’s got the hint that we aren’t getting back together after the last message I sent him. The fucker actual called my mother, who in turn called me, trying to plead his case.
Yeah…really.
Apparently, she didn’t see the cheating as a big deal. After she found out my new boyfriend was the CEO of a multimillion-dollar publishing company, she changed her tune. Needless to say, I hung up the phone after a five minute conversation and haven’t bothered to call her back. I haven’t even told her where I’ve moved to.
I never told Nick about the text messages Luke kept sending me. It would have been one more thing to make him flipping mad. I’ve been having a pretty awesome week and didn’t need anything to piss him off. Our relationship is new and fresh. I don’t want any more damn drama.
“Looks like you two have everything under control. I’m going to grab a shower before everyone starts to arrive.” I walk out of the kitchen and head for our bedroom. Your room, Shannon. Not yours and Nick’s. Slow the fuck down. You’re starting to sound just like him.
Walking through the bedroom into the master bathroom, I turn on the shower. I quickly shed my clothes and toss them in the overflowing hamper. Somehow, my closet has accumulated more of Nick’s clothes than all the clothes I own, hence why the hamper is overflowing. He changes more times in a day than Stacy does, and she’s a prima donna. I step into the shower and wash the day’s dirt away.
Even though I have been working hard at prepping my house, I still feel like I’ve been a slacker at work. I haven’t made an appearance all week. Mainly because Jeffery Chaney has been asking for an appointment with me all week from what Jenny has told me via our phone calls. Apparently, he is remodeling his office and wants to showcase my work. Nick is going to love this. I’m not looking forward to that conversation.
Once my hair is cleaned and I’ve shaved, I turn off the water and step out. After drying off, I wrap the towel around my body and go to the sink where it takes nearly ten minutes to dry all my hair. See, this is the real reason why I like the air-dry method. Less time, but I don’t have the option today. Not that I plan to style it. I’m more of the comb-through-and-go type.
I walk out of the bathroom into the closet and hunt for an outfit. No dress tonight. I’m at home, and I want to be comfortable. I opt for a pair of dark blue jeans, my fitted Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt, and complete my ensemble with black Yellow Box flip-flops.
Perfect.
I finish up and head back in the bathroom to apply a light layer of makeup and I’m good to go. Why women feel the need to pile on tons of makeup is beyond me. All that shit makes me feel like I need to wash my face, so I opt for minimal.
As I walk back into the bedroom, I see Niko and Charmin curled up at the foot of our…I mean, my bed. Good thing I bought that doggy stairs for the bed, much to Nick’s annoyance. Charmin wouldn’t have been able to get up there if I hadn’t.
They aren’t used to a lot of noise or people, so I imagine people have started to gather. I notice the bedside clock reads 6:58pm as I’m walking out of the room. Sure enough, more of my friends have filtered into my house.
As I walk out the backdoor, I see Nick at the grill cooking, and it smells wonderful. Jase is standing next to him talking and drinking a beer. Nikki, Stacy, Ben, and Kyle are hanging out talking in the lounge area of the deck. Katelyn is hanging onto Shane’s arm with a beer in the other. Since when does she drink beer? Yeah, something is going on with those two and I aim to find out.
I walk to where they are standing next to the railing. “And what are you two up to over here?” I ask while giving Katelyn a knowing look.
“Just talking,” Katelyn says, returning my look that clearly says why the fuck are you interrupting us?
Shane breaks our stare. “I’m going to go hang out with my boys,” he says and gives Katelyn a peck on the cheek. As he is walking away, she can’t keep her eyes off his backside.
I snap my fingers in front of her face saying, “Got it bad, do we?”
She rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her beer. “Like you’re one to talk. You’ve been shacked up with dreamy eyes for over two weeks now. I wasn’t sure you even remembered you had friends.”
Touché.
“He must lay some serious pipe,” she adds, and I bust out into giggles. God…does he ever. Just thinking about his pipe makes my face flush scarlet red.
“So I hit that nail head on, huh?” she snickers. I don’t respond, but she already knows the answer. I snatch her beer and take a sip.