forgiven her – though Angel never knew whether that was because she had lost her position as an A-list WAG or whether it was truly because of her feelings for Cal. After Cal, Simone had gone out with a succession of footballers, slipping further and further down the leagues. The last Angel had heard, Simone was dating someone from Torquay.
‘Don’t look now,’ she muttered to Jez, trying to be discreet, ‘but I can see Simone Fraser over there.’
‘Where?’ Jez demanded, instantly turning round and craning his neck to get a better look at the fallen WAG. Simone had always been stunning-looking, with a heart-shaped face, huge brown eyes and a slender figure, but she had become obsessed with ageing, had gone down the Botox route by the look of her immobile forehead and had had work done on her lips, which were pumped up and now looked out of proportion with her delicate features. She also rarely smiled and had a permanent sulky pout, which only accentuated the inflated lips.
‘Oh my sweet Jesus! What
has
she done to hermouth!’ Jez exclaimed. ‘It looks like two bloated chipolatas coated in lip gloss.
So
not a good look!’
‘Shush!’ Angel warned him, worried that Simone would overhear them. She really wasn’t up to a confrontation. Over the years Angel had learnt to her cost that any meeting with Simone would end up with her coming out with a stream of bitchy comments. But unfortunately for Angel, Simone had clocked her. Instead of simply giving her the evil eye, she rose from her seat and started walking unsteadily towards their table. A walk made precarious by her skin-tight black leather pencil skirt and staggeringly high silver-studded black Louboutins, as well as by the fact that she seemed to be pissed. Somehow she made it to their table without falling over and stood next to Angel.
‘Long time no see, Angel,’ she said, slurring her words slightly. ‘Having fun with your basketball player?’ She fumbled to push up her red satin bra strap which had slipped down one arm.
‘It’s baseball,’ Angel said through gritted teeth.
‘Whatever.’ Simone swayed and grabbed the table for support, nearly knocking over Angel’s wine glass. ‘Oops!’ she said, and plonked herself down on the free chair next to Rufus. ‘Don’t mind if I sit down for a minute, do you?’ It was a bit late now, she was sitting there. She flicked back her long brunette hair, which seemed to be modelled on Cheryl Cole’s lovely locks, nearly catching Rufus in the eye. ‘So, you left Cal. I never saw that one coming! I thought you’d be together forever . . . like swans or is it geese?’ She giggled, while Angel looked at her in appalled fascination – the woman was totally caned. She had never seen Simone like this before. Simone picked up Rufus’s glass of wine and took a large swig from it.
‘’Course, I phoned Cal offering a shoulder to cry on, but the bastard never even returned my call.’
Another swig. ‘And I really wasn’t trying to get back with him; I just wanted to be friends. It would be nice to have a friend like Cal.’ It was like watching an emotional car crash. Even Jez, who was never usually lost for words, was speechless.
‘Don’t you want to go back to your friend?’ Angel asked, desperate to get rid of Simone.
‘Oh, he probably won’t even notice. He’s too busy checking his CrackBerry or letching after the twenty-something waitress. And, if you must know, I can’t bear being with him another minute . . . he makes my flesh crawl.’
To Angel’s horror, tears began snaking their way down Simone’s cheeks, leaving streaks of black mascara. While Angel and Jez sat there frozen, Rufus put his arm round her and said gently, ‘D’you want me to call you a taxi?’
Simone shook her head and tried to brush away the tears. ‘I can’t leave yet, I have to spend the night with him . . . it’s part of the package.’
Oh my God! Was Simone a hooker now?
She looked at Jez. ‘I just
‘Don’t look now,’ she muttered to Jez, trying to be discreet, ‘but I can see Simone Fraser over there.’
‘Where?’ Jez demanded, instantly turning round and craning his neck to get a better look at the fallen WAG. Simone had always been stunning-looking, with a heart-shaped face, huge brown eyes and a slender figure, but she had become obsessed with ageing, had gone down the Botox route by the look of her immobile forehead and had had work done on her lips, which were pumped up and now looked out of proportion with her delicate features. She also rarely smiled and had a permanent sulky pout, which only accentuated the inflated lips.
‘Oh my sweet Jesus! What
has
she done to hermouth!’ Jez exclaimed. ‘It looks like two bloated chipolatas coated in lip gloss.
So
not a good look!’
‘Shush!’ Angel warned him, worried that Simone would overhear them. She really wasn’t up to a confrontation. Over the years Angel had learnt to her cost that any meeting with Simone would end up with her coming out with a stream of bitchy comments. But unfortunately for Angel, Simone had clocked her. Instead of simply giving her the evil eye, she rose from her seat and started walking unsteadily towards their table. A walk made precarious by her skin-tight black leather pencil skirt and staggeringly high silver-studded black Louboutins, as well as by the fact that she seemed to be pissed. Somehow she made it to their table without falling over and stood next to Angel.
‘Long time no see, Angel,’ she said, slurring her words slightly. ‘Having fun with your basketball player?’ She fumbled to push up her red satin bra strap which had slipped down one arm.
‘It’s baseball,’ Angel said through gritted teeth.
‘Whatever.’ Simone swayed and grabbed the table for support, nearly knocking over Angel’s wine glass. ‘Oops!’ she said, and plonked herself down on the free chair next to Rufus. ‘Don’t mind if I sit down for a minute, do you?’ It was a bit late now, she was sitting there. She flicked back her long brunette hair, which seemed to be modelled on Cheryl Cole’s lovely locks, nearly catching Rufus in the eye. ‘So, you left Cal. I never saw that one coming! I thought you’d be together forever . . . like swans or is it geese?’ She giggled, while Angel looked at her in appalled fascination – the woman was totally caned. She had never seen Simone like this before. Simone picked up Rufus’s glass of wine and took a large swig from it.
‘’Course, I phoned Cal offering a shoulder to cry on, but the bastard never even returned my call.’
Another swig. ‘And I really wasn’t trying to get back with him; I just wanted to be friends. It would be nice to have a friend like Cal.’ It was like watching an emotional car crash. Even Jez, who was never usually lost for words, was speechless.
‘Don’t you want to go back to your friend?’ Angel asked, desperate to get rid of Simone.
‘Oh, he probably won’t even notice. He’s too busy checking his CrackBerry or letching after the twenty-something waitress. And, if you must know, I can’t bear being with him another minute . . . he makes my flesh crawl.’
To Angel’s horror, tears began snaking their way down Simone’s cheeks, leaving streaks of black mascara. While Angel and Jez sat there frozen, Rufus put his arm round her and said gently, ‘D’you want me to call you a taxi?’
Simone shook her head and tried to brush away the tears. ‘I can’t leave yet, I have to spend the night with him . . . it’s part of the package.’
Oh my God! Was Simone a hooker now?
She looked at Jez. ‘I just
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