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the hell are you?"
"I'm not coming," I finally find my voice. The speech I'd prepared has fled my mind completely so I have to wing it.
"What do you mean you aren't coming? Where are you, Lila? Where have you been? I have your bag here with me."
"I'm... I'm just staying in Vegas for a little while. I need some time."
"Lila, what the hell. You haven't spoken to me at all, you have to let me explain about-"
"Stop," I say. Surprisingly, he does. "It's over Harrison. It really is. It's not about the other night, although that was certainly the last straw, but it's been coming for a long time. I think we both knew it. There's nothing left for us. It just wasn't working."
"Lila, I-"
"Stop," I repeat. "Please, just stop. Take my bag and drop it off with Evelyn. I'll let you know when I get back to Toronto. I just wanted to call and let you now that I was okay." So that you wouldn't freak my parents out.
"Lila, can we just talk about this? I can change my flight as well."
"No!" The last thing I want to do is have Harrison still in Vegas trying to meet up with me. I don't want to be responsible for him anymore, and I'm not ready to have the conversation about Chase. He'll say it's too soon. It probably is too soon, but I don't care. It feels right. Chase makes me feel right. "It's over Harry. Please stop texting me. I have to go." I hang up before he gets a chance to say another word. This time I turn my phone completely off. I need a break from my old life for a few days. From Harry, from Evelyn, from everyone. I'm here with Chase, and Chase is the only person I'm interested in spending time with.
With that thought, I head back into the other room and slip back into bed with him, snuggling up to his warm naked body with my own. This is exactly where I want to be.
* * *
It took me three days to even turn my phone back on again. I wasn't exactly avoiding Harry, Evelyn, or anyone else, I simply forgot about it. Chase and I have been busy almost nonstop since then, and whenever we do have a free moment we usually spend it in his hotel without clothes. Not because Harry took my bag back with him to Toronto, either. Chase took me on a little mini shopping spree and bought me enough new outfits to last a week. But the way we've been avoiding wearing any in the hotel room means they'll actually last much longer.
The only time I've spoken to anyone at all was when I called home from the room phone to let my parents know I was staying a few extra days in Vegas. I let them know that Harry and I had broken up, and used that as an excuse by saying I needed some time away from everyone.
But today I'm just standing around waiting for Chase to finish up doing a photo shoot for some poker magazine, so I have some time to kill. I can't avoid it forever.
Reaching into my purse I look for my phone, which is side by side with Chase's at the bottom of my purse. He asked me to hold it and his wallet, as the photographer didn't like the bulge it was creating in his pocket. I pull mine out and switch it back on. As I expected, there are a number of messages from both Evelyn and Harrison. I flip through Harry's quickly. Mostly they're just a mixture of him apologizing and telling me he wants to talk. From the timestamps on them, though, they've been getting less frequent as the days tick by. He hasn't sent any at all today. Maybe he's finally getting the hint that it's over.
Evelyn's are surprisingly not asking about my relationship with Chase. Well, not only asking about it. She says she has some news about her job and to call her when I have a chance. Evelyn works as a personal assistant at some company. It's always sounded like a glorified secretary to me, but at least she has a job. It pays surprisingly well, too, which has helped me in the past when I've had trouble coming up with my half of the rent on time, which is
"I'm not coming," I finally find my voice. The speech I'd prepared has fled my mind completely so I have to wing it.
"What do you mean you aren't coming? Where are you, Lila? Where have you been? I have your bag here with me."
"I'm... I'm just staying in Vegas for a little while. I need some time."
"Lila, what the hell. You haven't spoken to me at all, you have to let me explain about-"
"Stop," I say. Surprisingly, he does. "It's over Harrison. It really is. It's not about the other night, although that was certainly the last straw, but it's been coming for a long time. I think we both knew it. There's nothing left for us. It just wasn't working."
"Lila, I-"
"Stop," I repeat. "Please, just stop. Take my bag and drop it off with Evelyn. I'll let you know when I get back to Toronto. I just wanted to call and let you now that I was okay." So that you wouldn't freak my parents out.
"Lila, can we just talk about this? I can change my flight as well."
"No!" The last thing I want to do is have Harrison still in Vegas trying to meet up with me. I don't want to be responsible for him anymore, and I'm not ready to have the conversation about Chase. He'll say it's too soon. It probably is too soon, but I don't care. It feels right. Chase makes me feel right. "It's over Harry. Please stop texting me. I have to go." I hang up before he gets a chance to say another word. This time I turn my phone completely off. I need a break from my old life for a few days. From Harry, from Evelyn, from everyone. I'm here with Chase, and Chase is the only person I'm interested in spending time with.
With that thought, I head back into the other room and slip back into bed with him, snuggling up to his warm naked body with my own. This is exactly where I want to be.
* * *
It took me three days to even turn my phone back on again. I wasn't exactly avoiding Harry, Evelyn, or anyone else, I simply forgot about it. Chase and I have been busy almost nonstop since then, and whenever we do have a free moment we usually spend it in his hotel without clothes. Not because Harry took my bag back with him to Toronto, either. Chase took me on a little mini shopping spree and bought me enough new outfits to last a week. But the way we've been avoiding wearing any in the hotel room means they'll actually last much longer.
The only time I've spoken to anyone at all was when I called home from the room phone to let my parents know I was staying a few extra days in Vegas. I let them know that Harry and I had broken up, and used that as an excuse by saying I needed some time away from everyone.
But today I'm just standing around waiting for Chase to finish up doing a photo shoot for some poker magazine, so I have some time to kill. I can't avoid it forever.
Reaching into my purse I look for my phone, which is side by side with Chase's at the bottom of my purse. He asked me to hold it and his wallet, as the photographer didn't like the bulge it was creating in his pocket. I pull mine out and switch it back on. As I expected, there are a number of messages from both Evelyn and Harrison. I flip through Harry's quickly. Mostly they're just a mixture of him apologizing and telling me he wants to talk. From the timestamps on them, though, they've been getting less frequent as the days tick by. He hasn't sent any at all today. Maybe he's finally getting the hint that it's over.
Evelyn's are surprisingly not asking about my relationship with Chase. Well, not only asking about it. She says she has some news about her job and to call her when I have a chance. Evelyn works as a personal assistant at some company. It's always sounded like a glorified secretary to me, but at least she has a job. It pays surprisingly well, too, which has helped me in the past when I've had trouble coming up with my half of the rent on time, which is
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