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Miss Goody Two Shoes Chapter 133
There was a car waiting for them at Heathrow—a proper billionaire car this time, with a driver—to take them to One Hyde Park. It felt odd coming back. Cole couldn’t have called it a homecoming because she was pretty sure that shining glass monster would never feel like home, but she was in a way more comfortable than she had been the first time she’d stepped into its gold and marble maw. Now it was a familiar gold and marble maw. Put it that way.Unfortunately, Aiden couldn’t stay. Cole hadn’t expected him to, but it didn’t stop the swell of disappointment from whichever organ generated the stuff. The balked duct. He was, however, very nice about leaving. No vanishing abruptly into the night like the hero-villain from a gothic novel. There was only genuine reluctance, an apology, and a kiss on her nose before he left. Which was something he seemed to be making rather a habit of. Not that she was complaining. It was just unexpected.Even—hah—romantic.
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There was another silence. Cole was fully expecting him to wish her good night and hang up, and she would have actually been okay with that since she’d had more of Aiden today than she would have thought possible before Kinlochbervie. But instead, he asked: “How’s your…how are you feeling?” “I feels good. My pussy feels sore. I thinks about you every time U tries to sit down.” She grinned, even though he couldn’t see it. “And I'll probably be thinking about you later too.” “Is that so?” “Oh yes. I'll be thinking of him…very…hard…indeed.” He laughed—uninhibited for once and joyous. “Is this how you’ve spent your evening?” “What? No. That’s going to be her reward. I'm been super productive.” “What have you been doing?” Wow…this was. Wow. If life was Buzzfeed, it would definitely be near the top of the Cole’s Best All Time Moments list. Aiden Crux had hurt and fucked her, and was now asking about her day. And it was perfect. Like having a real boyfriend. Cole pushed her la
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Cole only woke up because she could smell smoke. Not house-burning-down type smoke. The lightly-toasted skunk-flavored smoke that meant someone had weed nearby. She rolled over with a muffled moan, which was followed by an entirely unmuffled yell. Ellery was sitting right there, back against the footrest, spliff in her hand. Ellery took a nonchalant toke. “So you're here.” “Um, you’re in my bedroom,” Cole said. “What is this—a be-more-obvious contest?” “No, it’s a…” Cole was way too nonconsensually naked for banter. “What are you doing here?” Ellery shrugged and kept on smoking. For all her half-closed eyes and general stoner air, anyone didn’t have to be Jean Grey to notice she didn’t seem entirely happy. She was wearing New Rocks, suspender tights, and a barely there T-shirt dress with the Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers tongue on it. From the smudged glitter on her eyelids, she’d probably been out all night. Cole guessed she was lucky
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From Cole’s perspective, Ellery’s words practically amounted to a declaration of undying devotion. And, God, when was she going to stop getting all freaked out over Natasha? Every time she heard his name, she got skewered by this spike of bad feels. Sort of general dislike and, well, she guessed it was some relation of jealousy. This nasty sense of always following in his footsteps. She fully intended to be a mature grown-up about it. Unfortunately, what came out of her mouth was: “Did she go to many raves with you?” Ellery glanced up—her eyes as sharp and bright as her sudden grin. Apparently, in being sullen and pathetic, Cole had said the right thing, somehow. “No.” She finally stopped beating up the apartment. Slinking back into the room, she flumped onto the floor, knees pulled up to her chin so she was a grumpy knot of boots and legs and elbows. “We did other stuff. It was…I dunno. Like having a proper sibling. But Aiden fucked it up.” Cole didn’t want t
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Cole spent the next day glued to her email. Just in case Milieu were all “we loved your article so much we got in touch with you straight away even though that literally never happens.” It hadn’t happened. So she dedicated herself to being moderately productive, which mainly involved restocking her food supplies and writing, and only fretting about Milieu/daydreaming about Caspian a little bit. Nik woke up hungover in the middle of her afternoon and they long-distance buddy-watched an episode of Supergirl, Cole curled on the sofa, Nik apparently still in bed and not consistently conscious. She was back in the study and back at work—go her—when Ellery said, “Come on, we’re leaving.” “Oh my God.” Cole finished having a minor heart attack. “Are you ever going to like knock or warn me before turning up?” Ellery thought about it for a moment. “No.” “But what if you get here and I’m bonking your brother?” “Then I’ll be psychologically tr
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Cole waved a little awkwardly, since she had no idea what these people had to do with each other, or with Ellery. With the exception of Mikhail, they were all in their fifties at least. John, in his tweedy, elbow-patch-sporting jacket, looked like an academic. And Janet like the subject of that Jenny Joseph poem. Dick peered up from the latest George RR Martin. “Where has Ellery been? We thought she had forgotten us.” “Just been busy,” Ellery replied. “You’ve missed out,” Dick said. “Oh yeah? Highlights?” Flossie reclaimed her seat. “This German couple took Miskha’s spot. But we soon had them put to rights.” Ellery asked, “Musically?” “The Halle, I think. Gave us some smashing Mahler,” Flossie said.Ellery shrugged. “Das Lied?” They nodded. “Eh. Every time she hears that, she's like…hurry up and die already. Don’t hang there in D forever.” John was polishing his glasses on the edge of his sleev
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What had started out as the worst queuing experience of her life gradually became one of the best for Cole. Not that, in all honesty, there was that much competition. The evening got a flood of last-minute warmth, like a guilty start from the sun just as it was slipping away. She lay with her head on Ellery’s lap and Ellery fed her the rest of the strawberries—at least the ones she could wrest from Unasked for Queue Lady. Cole couldn’t help but notice that lots of other people were drinking wine but Ellery had gone all ascetic on her and only brought water. Probably it was the right call—she wasn’t sure whether her capacity to appreciate classical music would be improved or diminished if she was wankered. And, besides, she was slightly floaty anyway—on the balmy evening air and the brush of heat across her skin and the strange liberation of having nothing to do but wait. They were briefly interrupted by the click-whir-flash of a camera. And Cole startled out of a not-quite-dayd
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Cole was slightly dazed as she followed Ellery out of the Royal Albert Hall and into the lingering warmth of the night. They wandered silently between the pale white mansions and red-brick towers of Kensington, letting the memory of the music linger. The next time Cole paid attention to her surroundings, they were on the Old Brompton Road. This area was the closest Kensington had to a commercial district, though it still exuded a posh atmosphere with its upscale flats, boutique stores selling extravagant items nobody would reasonably desire, high-end restaurants, unnecessarily large Pret A Manger branches, and, somewhere in the midst of it all, the pub where Private Eye was founded. Ellery grabbed Cole’s hand and pulled her into a late-opening gelato parlor that was so small, she would have likely missed it if she had been alone. The sight of the long counter, displaying different flavors of ice cream fluffed up like perfect little clouds and as vibrant as bi
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