Chapter 59 Apologizing with her eyes
Terry agreed too all this , I don't think Will did and it seems to be getting really bad.
“Nice to meet you, man.” Dennis shakes Will’s hand.
“Thanks.”
“I’ll go to the bar,” Steve starts to get to his feet, but Dennis gets up. “Sit down, man, I’ll get these beer?” he asks Steve.
“Beer’s good,” Steve replies, sitting back down.
I lean across the table to Terry. “So Dennis and will…” I raise my eyebrows at her.
She flushes red. It’s so cute to see. I haven’t seen her like this about a part from Will for a long while.
“He’s even better looking in the flesh,” she whispers shyly.
“So basically he’s not a womaniser like the other two?”
It’s my turn to flush. “Um … yes.”
She grimaces. “Sorry that sounded...”
She presses her lips together, apologising with her eyes.
I sit back in my chair and give her a light, forgiving smile. But it feels heavy on my face and I can’t hold it for long.
And I’m glad because I just can’t seem to muster up any conversation with anyone. My mind is far too busy working overtime, wondering where Natte is, what he’s up to and who with.
Dennis comes back with his and Steve’s drinks, taking Terry’s attention again. Was this girl, for, having dated Will for two years, already worn out that she’s started having thoughts about Dennis?
And the fact that Dennis is here without them, meaning he left them to whatever they were doing so he could come clubbing with us, as he isn’t into the whole shagging thousands of women thing, isn’t looking good right now.
What if Natte is with some fan who managed to scam her way backstage? Or even worse … with some gorgeous Columbian model or actress who was a VIP at the resort?
Natte’s blatantly angry with me because Will is here, so maybe he’s decided to forget all about me with the help of someone else.
We’ve been here an hour. The drink is not soothing me, and I’m getting antsy because Natte and Tim are still no where to be seen.
Terry and Dennis are getting on a treat, which is awesome. I think maybe Terry is up to everything Dennis is offering. She just texted me telling me the reason Will isn't happy.
Will has just asked Terry for space.
I’ve picked up my conversational skills with Will and Steve, but not by much. I’m more pretending to listen than actually listening.
My eyes are crazily trained on the door, and person after person, I’m met with disappointment that it’s not Natte walking through those doors.
No, it’s the aftershow party for the final day of the guys and it's a big deal, and there are a lot of important people here. Natte’s a businessman as well as a musician; he’ll show up.
I’m getting the urge to want to call him. I keep considering it over and over in my mind whether or not to go to the bathroom and call him.
I’m on my second margarita, and trying to pace myself for the night, as I feel it will more than likely be a long one. And counting the drinks I had at the show, I’m three glasses of wine and two margaritas in already.
Steve and Will are talking about football now, so I open up my handbag on the table and check my phone for the tenth time to see if Natte has called or text me, but there’s nothing but a blank screen staring back at me.
I’m turning into a crazy person over him. Is he doing this to me on purpose? Knowing him, yes, quite probably. And this is the saddest of dating a much older than you guys.
But I have to know whether he’s coming tonight or not.
The next second rapturous applause breaks out, the masses encroaching on Natte. And in this moment I feel incredibly proud of him as all eyes in the room are focused solely on him.
I’m so relieved to see him that I think the huge smile on my face might split my cheeks in half.
But my relief doesn’t last long, and I see as the crowd shifts, standing beside Natte, is a very beautiful girl, with long thick red hair, huge cleavage and legs that go on forever, wearing a dress that shows them off to their max. She looks like a model.
My gut empties hollow, the smile quickly falling from my face, as it starts to prickle.
And therein I instantly get my answer as to where, and who he’s been with for the last hour.
A thousand thoughts and emotions stream through me.
I feel sick and stupid, dizzy, and my heart is physically hurting in my chest.
My legs are itching to take me up from this chair and run for the door and out of here, and far, far away.
But I don’t move. I just sit here, rooted with pain, as I watch Natte with this girl.
I look away. It’s too hard to look at him for another moment longer, as thoughts whip through my mind as to what he’s been doing with her.
I wonder if that is what it’s like for him when I’m with Pine.
Maybe that’s why he’s with her, to hurt me. Well, if it is, it’s working, and well it’s really working.
With my trembling hand, I finger the stem of my glass, picking it up I tip my head back, letting the margarita run down my throat.
As I move my eyes downwards, resting my glass back on the table, I’m met with Natte. He’s standing at our table, directly in front of me, his redhead in tow.
He’s not holding her hand anymore, I notice. Even still, it doesn’t make me feel any better.
And for a second, I wish I was sitting next to Will and not Steve, so I could hurt Natte like he’s hurting me. But then it would be a little strange if I leaned over Steve to get to Will.
More like obvious, and childish, I’d say.
I force composure on myself.
He’s ignoring me. It hurts.
“The bar.” Steve points in Dennis’s direction.
Seeing Dennis with Terry, Natte grins and nods his head in approval.
Natte glances down at his hand like he’s not sure what to do with it.
Until Terry finally shows up and extends her hand to greet him.
And for that long second, everything seems to hang in the air, precariously balancing.
Then Natte takes her hand and shakes it. “Good to finally meet you. Shia told me a lot about you.”
“All good I hope?” Terry asks.
“Of course,” Natte lightly shrugs his shoulders, taking his hand back.
I let the breath out I was holding.