by Young, M. L.
“Oh my God, Blake!” a woman’s voice said behind us.
We both turned around at the same time and saw a platinum blonde girl in a tight, skimpy dress standing there with open arms and a huge smile on her face. Blake, looking slightly uncomfortable, stood up and gave her a quick hug before stepping back and acting polite.
“Hi, Stephanie. How are you?” he asked.
“I’m doing great. Dating a senator now. Well, he’s married, but you know,” she said.
“Sounds like you moved on up,” Blake said, in a slightly sarcastic tone.
“He might not have billions, but he’ll do, even if he is a little old. Who’s your friend here?” she asked, looking at me.
“This is my date, Penelope. Penelope, this is Stephanie,” Blake said.
“How long have you two been together?” she asked.
“Why are you really over here?” he asked.
“I wanted to say hi,” she said with a snotty tone.
“I think it’s best if you go back to your senator. We’re trying to have a nice time,” Blake said in a deep, imposing tone.
“Fine, whatever. Have a great time,” she said snottily, before turning around and walking away.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Some girl I went on a date with about a year and a half ago. She was pretty obsessive and didn’t like when I told her I didn’t see anything going forward,” Blake said.
“Sounds crazy,” I said.
“She was. Well, she is,” he said.
We finished our food and a busboy came by and took away our plates before another came with more champagne. I was feeling a bit over the alcohol, but I took one anyway and thought I could just carry it around so I looked like I fit in here amongst the boozehounds who were drinking it like it was water.
“Blake!” a man said.
“Tom!” Blake yelled, as he stood up with a smile.
The two hugged tightly before letting go and looking at each other like two old best friends from high school who ran into each other. I could tell they were somewhat close, or at least they really liked one another, which was a breath of fresh air from Stephanie.
“I was hoping I’d run into you,” Tom said.
“Same here, man. I’ve been looking around a little for you, but I didn’t know if you were going to show. It’s kind of stuffy here,” Blake said.
“It’s been so hectic lately, but I knew I had to come out and show my support. Besides, I can’t leave my man hanging,” Tom said.
“Tom, I’d like you to meet somebody. This is Penelope,” Blake said.
“Ah, Penelope, I’ve heard so much about you,” Tom said, shaking my hand.
“You have?” I asked.
“Of course. This guy right here has told me all about you,” he said.
“Don’t embarrass me,” Blake said, slapping Tom’s chest with the back of his hand.
“How do you two know one another?” I asked, as I pointed between the two of them.
“What, you haven’t told her about me? I feel cheated, Blake, cheated,” Tom said.
“Penny, this is my best friend, Tom. Well, he’s my only friend,” Blake said.
“You never told me you had a best friend,” I said.
“I haven’t told you a lot of things,” Blake said.
“Have you seen the photo booth upstairs? It’s a riot,” Tom said.
“No, but why don’t we check it out? I have to use the restroom first, but after that we should totally go up there,” Blake said.
“Okay, I’ll wait here for you. Don’t take too long,” Tom said.
Blake walked away and Tom sat down in his seat before taking a sip of champagne.
“How long have you two known one another?” I asked.
“Oh, I would say about ten years or so. We were roommates in college. Well, not freshman year, but after that,” Tom said.
“I like that he has a best friend. He’s never talked much about anyone,” I said.
“Yeah, he’s like that. He’s talked about you, though. I can’t believe how understanding you are. If anybody on this Earth should get a medal and be declared a saint, it’s you,” Tom said.
“I’m sorry?” I asked.
“You don’t have to be modest, Penelope. I think it’s admirable,” Tom said.
“May I ask what exactly you’re referring to?” I asked.
“The whole lawsuit thing,” Tom said.
I looked at him with a blank stare as I tried to think of what he was talking about. I didn’t remember anything about a lawsuit or Blake mentioning one.
“He said he was with you at first and even for a while into your relationship because he was afraid of you bringing a lawsuit or going to the board because he didn’t give you the internship. He wanted to butter you up and get you some things so you wouldn’t bring all that against him. He said he told you,” Tom said.
When I didn’t respond, I could see the nervousness set in his face as he realized what he’d done. Blake never told me any of this, but apparently he told Tom he did. Maybe he did it to cover his tracks, or maybe he wanted to look good, but he sucked Tom in just like he did me.
I felt an overwhelming emotion come over me as I tried to process it all. I knew we had our arrangement, but he was just doing that to make sure I wouldn’t sue him? He didn’t actually want anything with me? What about the times he was sweet and said we were essentially working towards a relationship? Was he just sucking me in further so he could cover his tracks? This entire thing with him was a lie, and I was the village idiot who went along with it and actually thought I met a great guy who would eventually come to me. I was wrong—so wrong.
“I should get going. I’ll call Blake another time,” Tom said, before getting up and leaving.
I sat there, a few tears running down my cheeks and my head down. Blake came back, stood next to his chair, and looked around.
“Where’s Tom?” he asked.
“How could you?” I asked, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, before sitting down.
“You were just using me this entire time so I wouldn’t bring a lawsuit against you? This whole thing, the charade, was to cover your ass? You used me, Blake. You used me,” I said.
“What are you talking about?” Blake asked, as he looked nervous.
“Tom told me,” I said.
Blake didn’t say anything, instead bringing his hand to his mouth and looking anxious. I bet he didn’t even care about my feelings or what he did to me. He probably only cared about his image and if I’d try to sue him. I never would’ve done that. Sure, I wanted that internship, and sure, it would’ve done a lot for me, but I chose to go with Blake that night. I chose to go back to his place and I chose to sleep with him.
“Is it true? I want a straight answer. You better not fucking lie to me,” I said.
I could barely see him at this point, as my eyes were completely filled with tears. I knew my makeup was probably running, but I didn’t even care how I looked right now. Everything was falling apart and I wasn’t sure it could be repaired.
“Tell me,” I demanded, raising my voice a little.
“Yes, it’s true,” he said solemnly.
“I can’t believe you,” I said, standing up.
“It was true at first, but it’s not now. I promise you,” he said, as he looked up at me and grabbed my forearm.
“I can’t believe you used me like that. I guess I should’ve known better than to start something with a billionaire playboy. I should’ve left when I had the chance. Goodbye, Blake,” I said, yanking my arm away.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
I didn’t reply, instead storming through the room as people looked at us like we were some kind of spectacle. I didn’t care, though. I just needed to get home, get out of these clothes, and get in bed. I couldn’t deal with this right now.
I stormed through the plethora of different-sized rooms tha
t we had walked through to get to the dining area. I saw people look at me, even whispering to one another, as I felt my face get red from all the crying I was doing. I hastily opened my clutch, grabbed the ticket for my jacket, and shoved it at the attendant, who, seeing me in my current state, quickly found and gave me my jacket.
I put it on, went outside, and walked down the street before finding a cab that was already passing through and hailing it. I usually had to use some app to get one, so I knew I was at least lucky somehow tonight. This way Blake couldn’t come find me and try to talk to me. There was nothing he could say, anyway. Things were over.
“Where ya going?” the cabbie asked.
I told him the intersection near my apartment and he pulled out and started back towards home. I pulled out my phone, unlocked it, and started a text to Nicolette, who I was praying was still at home.
“Are you home?” I asked.
“Yes, why?” she asked.
“I’m on my way. Things didn’t work out, and I can’t stop crying. I’ll see you soon,” I said.
“I’ll cancel my plans,” she said.
“You don’t have to do that. I don’t want to bring your night down,” I typed.
“It’s fine, Penny. You’re more important than him, anyway. I’ll see you soon. Try to stay calm,” she said.
I locked my phone and smiled a little amongst the rolling tears that were dripping into my lap. At least I was lucky to have a friend here who would be there for me in my hour of need. She was a true diamond of a friend.
The cab was quiet except for the radio, which the cabbie had on a low volume. He didn’t say a word to me, thankfully, as I wasn’t sure I was in any condition to sit here and chat with someone I didn’t know.
As the ride wore on, though, my thoughts kept creeping back to Blake and what Tom said, even if I tried to shoo them away until I got home. I couldn’t start crying my eyes out in the back of this cab. I couldn’t.
I kept it together, and as the cabbie stopped at my intersection, I started to feel the monsoon of emotion come over me. I handed him a wad of cash, giving him way larger of a tip than I should have, before getting out and running towards my building.
I fumbled with my key, as my hands were shaking and I couldn’t get it into the lock. Using my other hand, I stabilized myself just enough to slide it in and twist it before pulling it out. The door shut behind me and I took off my shoes, which were a little wet on the bottom anyway, before running up the stairs barefoot.
I could feel my nose running a little bit before I wiped it away with the back of my hand and wrapped around each landing before getting to the top floor—our floor.
Nicolette, likely hearing me sniffling and walking up the stairs, opened the door and I barged inside before dropping my clutch and losing my composure. She grabbed me, holding me tight. I knew she was likely beyond confused about what was going on.
“What happened? You were so happy when you left,” she said.
“I was just a joke,” I said.
“What?” she asked.
“His friend. He told me that Blake was just using me so I wouldn’t sue him,” I said, barely able to string the words together.
“Maybe he was just lying to you. He could’ve been jealous,” Nicolette said.
“No, it’s not that. I asked him straight up, I asked Blake, and he said it was true,” I said.
“But why would you sue him? I don’t get it,” she said.
“Because of the whole internship thing. He was scared that since we slept together that night after dinner that if he didn’t give me the internship I would somehow bring something against him. I don’t know,” I said, before grabbing a tissue and blowing my nose.
“So this entire time has been like that? A joke? I knew he was a bit out there, and a bit of a dick, but this? Wow,” Nicolette said, as we walked over to the couch.
“He tried to backtrack and say it was like that at first and he hasn’t thought of me like that in a while, but I can’t believe that. He just wanted to save his ass again so I wouldn’t make a scene or leave him or whatever. How could I trust him after he said that?” I asked.
“You can’t,” Nicolette said.
“I mean, I’m a nice girl, right? I don’t hurt people, I’m not mean to people—I’m a good person,” I said.
“You’re the nicest person I know. That’s why I live with you, and why you’re my best friend. He’s obviously not smart enough to see that he had a wonderful girl right there,” she said.
I put my head on her shoulder and she rubbed my back and tried to calm me down. My eyes were filled with so many tears I could barely see straight as I tried to look at the clock, but it was just a jumbled mess. I wiped my still-running nose as Nicolette tried to comfort me and make me stop crying. Why did I trust him? Why did I think that maybe things could change? I never should’ve gotten invested in him. I never should’ve let him get to me. I should’ve used him the same way he used me. Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so badly if I had done that.
My phone buzzed and I knew who it was. I didn’t even have to look at the phone to know. Nicolette looked at my phone and back at me, as if she were a little concerned that if I looked at the message I’d something stupid I’d regret later.
“Are you going to look?” she asked.
“No. I know it’s him. I know he’s probably looking for me or wanting to talk to me. There’s nothing he can say. I don’t want to talk to him,” I said.
“Do you want me to read it? Or to delete it so you don’t see?” she asked.
“No,” I said, grabbing my phone and holding down the power button.
My phone turned off and I tossed it beside me on the couch. Nicolette seemed to approve before getting up and walking towards the refrigerator.
“This seems like an ice cream and cookies type of night,” she said, grabbing two spoons and a box of chocolate chip cookies she had bought the other day.
“I’m going to get changed first,” I said, getting up.
“I’ll be here,” she said, setting our snacks down.
I walked into my bedroom, closed the door, and before undressing, sat on the edge of my bed and looked down at the floor while I played with my hands in my lap. How could this have happened to me? Why me? We might not have been together for that long, but he left an impression on me like we had known each other for years.
I felt a new tear come down before I wiped it away and picked up my clothes.
I guess some things aren’t meant to last forever.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Blake
It all happened so fast.
One second Penny and I were great, and the next, it all came tumbling down. I didn’t blame Tom for what happened, even though I knew many people would. I had told him I confessed to Penny and everything was great because of his initial reaction. He thought it was shitty, so I backtracked and said I had made things up to her and we had moved on. That was a mistake. I never would’ve thought, though, that he would say something to her about it. After all, why would he?
All eyes were on me when Penny ran out crying from the event. I tried searching for Tom so I could find out what happened, but he was nowhere to be found. He probably was so scared I’d kick his ass he left the event, like I should have. I didn’t, though.
After about fifteen minutes people seemed to have moved on from their interest in me as live music started to play and lights began to flash. They likely didn’t even remember any of it now.
I had tried to contact Penny about half an hour or so after she left, to see if she had calmed down and would let me talk to her, but she never replied. I wasn’t sure if she even read the message or where she went, though I assumed it was home. I could’ve, and likely should’ve, chased after her and begged her to forgive me, but I didn’t. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t, but to say I regretted it would be an understatement.
How did this thing with her, which started as a way for me to keep my ass clear, turn
into something so much larger? I felt almost empty without her, and just knowing she wouldn’t be around here any longer or in my arms when I woke up was almost heartbreaking. She was the only woman I’d ever dated or seen who was a real woman. She didn’t try to make scenes or milk me for all I was worth. She was just happy being around me, and that was all she ever wanted.
In return, I treated her like shit and let her get away from me. Part of me wished I had never seen her that fateful morning, while another part of me was happy that I did get at least a little time with her. I feared she made me a different man—a man wildly different than the man I became years ago. She taught me that not every woman out there was out for me. She taught me that some women out there just want to be there for you, which was a big difference.
I tapped my fingers on my countertop as I waited for my coffee to finish brewing the next morning. I called Grace and let her know that I’d be late and to hold all my calls and appointments. I didn’t tell her what was wrong, but I believed she could hear the desperation in my voice, as she didn’t try to talk me out of it like she normally did. I knew I had important business today, but for some reason, it didn’t seem all that important any longer.
As my coffee stopped brewing and I poured myself a cup, I couldn’t help but keep an eye on my phone just in case it went off. I knew I’d be glued to it all day in hopes that she’d return my texts, but deep down I didn’t think it would be that easy. It never was.
I walked over towards my favorite part of the entire apartment, where floor to ceiling windows reigned supreme, and looked out over the city. I took a sip of my coffee as I saw the cars driving below while I stood there shirtless and exposed.
I knew I had to get her back if I stood any type of chance at happiness. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it had to be done. I’d give her a couple days, and if that didn’t work, I’d make sure I got in contact with her so she could hear me out.