Chapter 64 I hurt them
He that I won’t give Will up,” I whisper. “There’s just…”
“
I raise my brow at him. “You’re a man…”
I can’t help but laugh, even though inside I’m in complete and utter agony.
Then one of my favourite dance songs comes on.
“You wanna dance?” I ask Steve, getting to my feet, holding my hand out to him.
“You’re asking a gay guy if he wants to dance? Is the Pope celibate actually no don’t answer that.” He gets to his feet and takes hold of my hand. “It will be my absolute pleasure to grind on that dance floor with the hottest Lalita here tonight.”
“Ah, now you’re definitely just being all over yourself.”
“Damn,” he grins.
I catch Will’s eye at the bar and indicate to him that Steve and I are hitting the dance floor. He gives me a brief nod.
Steve leads me onto the dance floor by the hand. I instantly start to relax.
I leave behind thoughts of Natte and Will, and complicated relationships at the edge of this dance floor, and lose myself in my one true love. Music.
Steve is moving around the floor like a pro and I actually look like I know what I’m doing thanks to his awesomeness. Not that I’m a bad dancer, but Steve is dynamite.
I wonder if he ever used to dance professionally.
We are starting to attract quite a few stares. And I can see Natte watching us from his table. Vanessa is off his lap for the time being, thank god. She’s probably plumping up her cleavage in the toilet or practically she's at the dark corner with some guy.
Steve spins me under his arm and pulls me back in close, laughing.
“Careful, Lalita,” he says, grinning. “You keep dancing like that and people will start thinking we’re together.”
“Oh please,” I laugh. “You’d get bored of me in five minutes.”
I only want to forget what is going on in my life, especially everything that has happened tonight.
“Excuse you,” he says, placing a hand over his chest. “I have excellent taste.”
“In men,” I point out.
He waggles his brows. “Speaking of excellent taste.”
“Oh no,” I groan.
“Yes,” he laughs. “Your Will.”
“My Will?” I repeat.
“Okay, Terry’s Will,” he corrects, though he doesn’t sound convinced.
I freeze for a moment , how did he know about it. That Will is not my boyfriend but a fake?
If he knows then Natte knows too, is that the reason he's messing with me, trying to find out if I can confess to Will about Natte and I being together? I compose myself, whatever happens let it happen. I feign ignorance and continue chatting with Nate
I laugh. “You are not crushing on Will.”
“Crushing?” he scoffs. “Honey, that man walks into a room and my soul leaves my body.” he turns me around slowly with the rhythm of the music.
"He caught my eyes the moment I saw him, and I also know right now he's not happy.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m serious,” he says, still dancing smoothly. “Tall, sweet, loyal, those arms. And he cooks.”
“He does cook,” I admit.
Steve groans even more. “Exactly. A man who cooks. Do you know how rare that is?”
“He cooks for Terry,” I point out. " Not for anyone else."
“Yes and that is a tragedy,” he sighs.
I burst out laughing.
“You’re terrible,” I tell him.
“I’m honest,” he corrects. “Look, I adore Terry, she’s hilarious, but if she ever messes that up…”
He pauses and points a finger at me.
“I am waiting in the wings.”
“You are not.”
“Oh I am,” he says with complete seriousness. “Even if it’s just for one night.”
I nearly choke laughing.
“Steve!”
“What?” he shrugs innocently. “A man can dream.”
“You’re unbelievable and your sweet dreams are wrong, those two adore each other to the moon and back.”
“And generous,” he adds.
“Oh?”
“Of course. If Terry and Will ever need help sorting their relationship out, I will gladly step in.”
“You mean sabotage them, have easy way to get will.”
“No,” he says, pretending to think. “I mean… support them.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“You’re awful.”
“But charming,” he grins. " I want to be the only one he smiles at."
I glance over toward the bar where Terry is leaning into Denis, laughing at something he said.
Steve follows my gaze.
“Terry is definitely kidding Denis,” he says casually.
“She is not.”
“She is absolutely flirting.”
“She does that with everyone.”
“Exactly,” he says. " And that's the more reason Will is not happy. He's completely broken with this shady arrangement I came up with, thanks to my over stupid not do brilliant mind.
I shake my head, I can't bring myself to smile, looking at how things are right now it's me to blame, I caused everything, caused all this mess, I made Terry and Will to fall apart, the two people who used to love each other wholeheartedly.
Now looking at will alone at the counter makes me regretful and hurt too.
“You really would steal Will if you could, wouldn’t you?”
I ask the same question for a tenth time even though I still know the answer.
He sighs dreamily.
“shiv, if I could get that man for one night I would die happy.”
“You’re really into him.” I say this words slowly
“Maybe,” he shrugs. “But until then I’ll just help you sort out your mess with Natte and Will.”
“Oh great.”
“See,” he says brightly. “I’m a team player.”
I laugh again, even though my chest still aches.
I don't know what I'll do to get everything back to how it used to be.
How I used to visit Terry and Will and spend time together watching movies.
Now looking back it is going to be impossible, I've hurt them.
I try to turn when the music is about to end only to bump on Natte.
His scent and colgene engulf me, making me lose all the right senses I have.