The One Addicted(92)

“Well he doesn’t do things by halves our Sebastian does he and at least now everyone knows that you are his.”

I shake my head and frown at her quizzically. “What?”

“Please tell me you’ve realised what they are?”

“No.”

“You are funny, Lu - so naive - the shape? No? Still don’t get it?”

My frown deepens and I smile at her frustration.

“They look like an italic letter ’S’! And with the pair, they spell ‘SS’, as in… you know, Sebastian Silver… as in property of…” her grin is resplendent, as she solves the crime of the century. “It’s really rather fabulous. I want an NS pair - Nathan needs to step it up.”

I shake my head incredulous at her realisation, touching one of the S’ at my earlobe - I’d never even noticed. I loved them even more now that they were personalised and am proud to be branded as his. “Nope you couldn’t ever accuse Seb of doing anything by halves. I adore them.” And him.

“What’s not to love, babe? They are divine and at least a couple of carats in each ear - how are you feeling anyway?” she adds scanning the room.

I furrow my brow in question and she interjects, reminding me of my earlier ailment. “Nausea?”

“Oh that.” I flicker it away with a wave of my black manicured hand. “I’m Ok now, thanks. Think it must have just been jet lag or lack of food at the right times. I was fine after a lie down.”

“Well Ok, if you’re sure. You looked dreadful earlier - I was worried.”

“Worried you’d not have your partner in lager and lime tonight?” I smile openly.

“No you silly mare. I. Was. Worried. Maybe you’re due on?”

Oh shit it could be that. Why didn’t I think of that? “Yeah, it could be that actually. I also get a bit wobbly when I’m due on - you know how bad my Endometriosis is.” Maybe that’s why I felt dizzy at The Ashton?

“I know, love - you manage it really well, it must be awful. I couldn’t cope not knowing when I was going to come on and how long it would last for, every month. It must be a bloody nightmare! Besides, I like wearing white too much.”

“It’s a challenge but you get on with it - just my body and the cross I bear.” I roll my eyes dramatically and we giggle to lighten the mood.

“When life gives you lemons …”

“…you crack open the tequila!”

“That’s right, my girl - that’s the attitude I know and love.”

“I love ya, Abigail Thompson, you know that don’t you.”

She looks over at me with a sudden frown. “Er, durr - of course I know. I love ya too, Ms. Lucia Myers. Now come on, let’s go be mysterious, gorgeous women and mingle before the Silver brothers spot us and keep us to themselves for the rest of the night.”

I glance across at her comment, surprised at the underlying annoyance hedging there. “Are you complaining at Nathan’s possessiveness?”

“Not at all, just succumbing to the bloody inevitable. I’m just not used to being so needy and well… not single, that’s all. I always thought I liked being single - we don’t need men do we? We are not those kind of women but since I met Na, I’m pathetic.”

I nod in complete understanding - once you are dating a Silver male all you want and need is that Silver male, to the point of desperation - well in my experience anyhow. No other man would ever compare to the likes of Sebastian Silver or make such demands on my time, my mind and my body in such a manner either.

Be honest with yourself Myers, you’re beginning to love the attention and you can’t keep your dirty mind out of the gutter.

It’s true on both accounts but my one true fear is not that I’m claustrophobic, far from it, I love being with him, desire his touch like a drug at all hours of the day and night but panic that soon it will end. Soon the month will be up and we’ll be back to being friends - this time without benefits. Our trip in The Maldives had cemented so much between us but also raised some worrying issues that could affect our future - I just have to focus on the fact that right now, right here I trust in his love for me and fucking hell I love him.

The other niggling concern, making me want to turn and run right out of the elaborate door I had just entered, is that my conversation with Abby about Gynae stuff, has made me rather uncomfortable and is now filling my mind with all manner of possibilities. The most worrying one running erratically through my brain, as Abby ooh’s and ahh’s over the sumptuous table decors and chatters about other women’s gowns and men eyeing us up, is that I had most definitely not experienced any sort of period since I’d been having sex with Sebastian!!