Cal was still such a star. For a week or so Sapphire was besieged by press outside her business and apartment building; they also bombarded her with phone calls. ‘No there’s nothing going on between us, we’re just friends,’ Sapphire exclaimed.
Even Jay found himself stopped by the press wanting to know what he thought about his girlfriend cheating on him with Cal Bailey. Sapphire was pretty pissed off by the whole thing – she’d been reluctant to refer to Jay as her boyfriend and now it was plastered all over the papers. Jay was chilled about the press intrusion and laughed it off and Sapphire tried to do the same. It was Cal she felt sorry for, knowing that he would be torturing himself with worrying if Angel believed the rumours. All in all it was a completely mad time and Sapphire was so up against it she almost forgot about her upcoming birthday. But Jazz hadn’t and was on her case.
‘Just let us know what you want and we’ll plan it for you,’ Jazz said to her, reapplying her lipgloss as Sapphire locked up for the day.
‘Can’t we just go out for dinner? I’m really not bothered.’
Jazz looked shocked, she absolutely loved her own birthdays and spent weeks planning them. Sapphire used to love them herself; her dad had always made such a big deal, arranging fantastic parties for her and all her friends, buying her wonderful presents. After he died she had never felt the same way about them.
And in any case Sapphire had other things on her mind. She was stressing because there was one part of Georgia’s hen weekend that she hadn’t sewn up – the trip to the male strip club – which meant she would have to see Alfie. It was something she had kept putting off, but she had finally made the appointment to see him. His club had been closed for a complete refit and the truth was Sapphire had missed it as a venue. It was the best club in Brighton for her hen parties and the only club to offer a private cabaret room where they could hold a male strip show. She had to face facts: she was going to have to see Alfie pretty much on a weekly basis.
‘Anyway, you look hot to trot – are you meeting Jay?’ Jazz asked as the two girls strolled through the Lanes.
‘Nope, I’m meeting Alfie. This is my kick-ass, I don’t give a shit what you think of me outfit.’
Jazz whistled, ‘It’s well sexy. You look fierce. Are you sure you’re not going to send out the signal that you’re still interested?’
Sapphire paused and considered herself in one of the shop windows. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt, black leather biker jacket, and her treasured black Louboutin pumps with the wickedly high heel. She’d gone for smoky eyes, with black eyeliner and tons of mascara, a dash of lipgloss, and she’d tied her long hair back into a slick ponytail.
Sapphire shook her head, ‘No way would he ever get that idea again. We are O.V.E.R. big time. This is just business.’
‘Okay, scary lady, do you want me to come with you?’
‘Thanks Jazz, but I’ll be fine.’
‘Well, Sam and I are going to be meeting in the Star Bar if you would like to join us later. She wants to talk to me about her latest diet.’
‘Sure, I’ll probably need a drink after seeing that skanky bastard.’ She waved goodbye to Jazz and continued on to the seafront, where Alfie’s club occupied a prime position under one of the arches of the promenade. She was just about to ring the buzzer when her phone beeped with a text message. It was from her mum, saying that she needed to speak to her urgently. Sapphire sighed in exasperation, no doubt something had stopped working in the house, the computer had gone offline again or the washing machine had gone on the blink. And it would be up to Sapphire to fix it. The joys of being an only child. She’d phone her mum later; right now she had to concentrate on her meeting with Alfie.
In spite of her best efforts to be kick-ass, Sapphire still felt nervous as she rang the
Even Jay found himself stopped by the press wanting to know what he thought about his girlfriend cheating on him with Cal Bailey. Sapphire was pretty pissed off by the whole thing – she’d been reluctant to refer to Jay as her boyfriend and now it was plastered all over the papers. Jay was chilled about the press intrusion and laughed it off and Sapphire tried to do the same. It was Cal she felt sorry for, knowing that he would be torturing himself with worrying if Angel believed the rumours. All in all it was a completely mad time and Sapphire was so up against it she almost forgot about her upcoming birthday. But Jazz hadn’t and was on her case.
‘Just let us know what you want and we’ll plan it for you,’ Jazz said to her, reapplying her lipgloss as Sapphire locked up for the day.
‘Can’t we just go out for dinner? I’m really not bothered.’
Jazz looked shocked, she absolutely loved her own birthdays and spent weeks planning them. Sapphire used to love them herself; her dad had always made such a big deal, arranging fantastic parties for her and all her friends, buying her wonderful presents. After he died she had never felt the same way about them.
And in any case Sapphire had other things on her mind. She was stressing because there was one part of Georgia’s hen weekend that she hadn’t sewn up – the trip to the male strip club – which meant she would have to see Alfie. It was something she had kept putting off, but she had finally made the appointment to see him. His club had been closed for a complete refit and the truth was Sapphire had missed it as a venue. It was the best club in Brighton for her hen parties and the only club to offer a private cabaret room where they could hold a male strip show. She had to face facts: she was going to have to see Alfie pretty much on a weekly basis.
‘Anyway, you look hot to trot – are you meeting Jay?’ Jazz asked as the two girls strolled through the Lanes.
‘Nope, I’m meeting Alfie. This is my kick-ass, I don’t give a shit what you think of me outfit.’
Jazz whistled, ‘It’s well sexy. You look fierce. Are you sure you’re not going to send out the signal that you’re still interested?’
Sapphire paused and considered herself in one of the shop windows. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt, black leather biker jacket, and her treasured black Louboutin pumps with the wickedly high heel. She’d gone for smoky eyes, with black eyeliner and tons of mascara, a dash of lipgloss, and she’d tied her long hair back into a slick ponytail.
Sapphire shook her head, ‘No way would he ever get that idea again. We are O.V.E.R. big time. This is just business.’
‘Okay, scary lady, do you want me to come with you?’
‘Thanks Jazz, but I’ll be fine.’
‘Well, Sam and I are going to be meeting in the Star Bar if you would like to join us later. She wants to talk to me about her latest diet.’
‘Sure, I’ll probably need a drink after seeing that skanky bastard.’ She waved goodbye to Jazz and continued on to the seafront, where Alfie’s club occupied a prime position under one of the arches of the promenade. She was just about to ring the buzzer when her phone beeped with a text message. It was from her mum, saying that she needed to speak to her urgently. Sapphire sighed in exasperation, no doubt something had stopped working in the house, the computer had gone offline again or the washing machine had gone on the blink. And it would be up to Sapphire to fix it. The joys of being an only child. She’d phone her mum later; right now she had to concentrate on her meeting with Alfie.
In spite of her best efforts to be kick-ass, Sapphire still felt nervous as she rang the
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