I sit next to Nora. She is wearing a bohemian sparkly sequined dress; the gleaming brightness of her dress contrasts her sexy tanned skin.
“Hello, professor, I’m back. What did I miss? How are our people?” The woman who is sipping red wine gave me a teasing smile. Nora is doing a fellowship in Archaeology. I don’t know much about her work, we have been friends since undergrad in Cambridge, and since we studied different degrees, I did Economics, and she did Archaeology, our career interests are not exactly aligned, but she is good fun at parties and an outstanding museum tour guide. And not to forget, the biggest gossip I have ever known. The girl is observant.
“Nothing much. Yvonne went home early since she had an early meeting tomorrow. And before the meeting, she told me she will have a yoga session at 5 AM. Can you believe that girl?” Yvonne is a fashion designer and a business executive. She runs the London office of her family’s luxury brand in Paris. She probably throws herself into work after the phenomenon breakup with her boyfriend.
“Yeah…she is disciplined. What else is new? Give me something spicy.”
“Ernie and his girl just had a big fight, and she stormed off. He is there at a corner hugging his beloved bottle of gin. I am certain he will make out with it soon.” Nora talked into my ear. The music is getting too loud for a normal conversation.
I turn and see Ernie dancing to the music and drinking from a bottle. His white bow tie is gone, and there is a stain on his white shirt, most likely wine. I don’t expect to see that from an esteemed lawyer such as himself. After he got together with this girl he met at work, his blonde hair and blue eyes good look started to wane. I haven’t seen him smile in weeks. Being Cameron’s little brother that I have known for years, I can’t help but feel worried about him.
“Your best friend Kyle is dancing with a girl I've never seen before. I bet he is going home with her tonight.” Nora points with her wine glass to the dance floor, and there Kyle is; devilishly handsome and tall, his muscular arms lift a girl I have never seen up in the air and twirl around.
“I bet twenty quid they will do it in his Bentley instead of home,” I said dryly. Kyle’s success with women becomes boring since it makes him a failed wingman. We often go to a club together, and he leaves first. That shouldn’t be how things work.
“How about our dear Cynthia?” I wondered about another friend since college in the UK. Cynthia is the daughter of a conglomerate mogul in Korea. I believe their business is called a chaebol. With her father's money, she doesn’t have to work for several lifetimes. Her family doesn’t expect her to take over the business anytime soon. She just lives in a giant penthouse in Hyde Park and is the star in all social scenes.
“Look on the stage, and you shall see, darling.”
I follow Nora’s gaze and see Cynthia, in a pair of shorts and tank top, spreading her legs 180 degrees wide, upside down in the air, while holding on to a pole. Wide-eyed but not surprised, I always appreciate her pole dancing talent.
“Do you think she still has feelings for Kyle?”
“I think they have both moved on. She seems fine hanging out with him if we are around, though. Exes can be friends. And besides, it has been a few months. I think they are fine.”
“And where is your other half?” I asked when I think of Peter, Nora’s boyfriend.
“At home. Probably coding something new to save the world. I don’t want to know.” She says wearily and drinks more wine, finishing her glass and refills.
“Well, seems like a lot happened when I was gone.”
“You were gone for a long time, my dear. Cameron again? I thought you guys were over.” She is questioning me, and I have no answer.
I look across the room to see Cameron drinking and laughing with his friends.
“It will officially end when I move back to the states.” I don’t want to think about it.
“Is that the agreement then? I don’t think he is over you, though.” Nora turned to the table Cameron is sitting at. I follow her gaze and find him already looking in our direction. He lifts his wine glass and mouths the word cheers once he knows we are looking.
“Yup, it doesn’t seem over from what I see just now,” Nora concluded.
“I don’t know. I loved him. But it’s over. Again. We fight all the time except when we have sex.” I sigh. The relationship is a mistake, albeit a sweet mistake, but a mistake nonetheless.
“Sienna, you said that way too many times in these past few years. Well, you deserve better anyway. You can find someone better.” Nora said dismissively. She sips more wine, and her face turns red.
“You know, every time I talk about him to my friends, people keep saying that. But Cameron is nice! He was supportive of me when I needed him most. But it ended now.” Just like most relationships, I could sense when it was over. This one with Cameron is supposed to be a fun short-term fling anyway. I did fall for him. A little bit. Maybe. I feel a little heartbroken, but a least we shared good memories.
“Will you go back to see Sophia?” She asked about the love of my life. And I smile bitterly.
“She said she will free up her calendar as soon as I land. I’m flying back next week.”
“I hope things are good between you two. You are a super cute couple.” I keep up the smile and invite Nora to watch Cynthia and her show. Enough about me.
Distracted, I pull up my phone and find the latest text I sent Sophia. I sent my itinerary, flight number, time of landing, the hotel I will be staying at, and suggestions of the restaurants we both love in Palo Alto.
I sent that five days ago. There is yet a response.
Cameron asked me for a dance.While I was enjoying acrobatic shows and a man that pulled out a fire-breathing stunt, Cameron walked up to me and asked for the honor of a dance. I look to Nora. She must have seen this played out a thousand times between him and me. The usual charade of will-they-won’t-they nonsense. Cameron was my serious boyfriend of three years in Cambridge. I’m not sure who fell out of love first or after which time we broke up. But the physical attraction still stubbornly lingers.Cameron is part of the polo club, and that is the reason I am here. In fact, all our friends here met in a college polo club. I quit a long time ago. When I flew back to New York soon after my graduation, there was no need to continue the sport. My focus was on my career.He has always been a good dancer. His one hand is on my waist, and one hand is holding my palm. I let him take the lead. The blinking blue, white, and yellow flash in the ballroom starts to make me dizzy. I hold on tight
“It’s our five years anniversary today, and you are not showing up?” I tried to keep myself calm, but Sophia must have been joking when she told me she had an important meeting to attend this evening.“Do you know how hard it is to book this restaurant? It took me three months! Three months, Sophia! And all you have to do is just to show up. Just one job, and you can’t even do that?” I closed my eyes. I tried not to cry. But disappointment was an ugly monster I couldn’t get rid of.I know this meeting was important to her. It was probably her investors changing the time of the meeting unexpectedly. Again. And I knew how much our company needed more money to stay afloat at this stage of expansion.“Baby, come on, don’t be like this. I need this meeting. WE NEED this meeting. This is the opportunity of a lifetime for our company. They love the pitch and want to discuss finer details. I just need to be there to clarify a few things. And besides, all I said was I will be late, but I will
Sex with Sophia that night was a phenomenon.She was all over me after I said yes.I said yes. Not to marriage. That question was never asked. But to fly across the ocean and build a name for our business in London.She was usually too tired to touch me, and we hadn’t had sex in months. She used to reject my advances just because there was a meeting the day after. And she rarely looked at me like that after our first year together. The glint of lioness hunger in those pairs of dark brown eyes.She didn’t even wait until after we paid the bill. She just left a couple of hundred-dollar bills that were probably twice the price of the meal and tips on the table. The restaurant toilet was where Sophia led me to. We were lucky it was late, and most of the guests had left.She pushed me against the wall in this tiny restroom stall, fondled my breast, and sucked it after she quickly unzipped my dress. Access wasn’t difficult since I didn’t wear a bra.I gritted my teeth to stop the sound of a
The sound of a siren is blasting through the quiet night in Spring. My hands are shaking, and I am sobbing uncontrollably when the paramedics carry Cameron into the emergency ambulance. He lost a lot of blood and was unconscious by the time any help arrived. He is soon rushed to the nearest hospital as I am tended by a paramedic to see if I am hurt. I see blood everywhere—blood on his waistcoat, blood on both my hands and arms, blood on the cobblestone ground. Nora runs out to see me, along with some party guests that are alarmed by the noises and commotion of the tumultuous incident. I hope she can hug me, giving some comfort, tell me it will all be okay, or this is all a dream. But she does not touch me. She can’t. I’m covered in Cameron’s blood. My black dress conceals the severity of the stain with its darkest of night color, but I feel the sticky liquid drying up, and it clings to my skin. “Madam, here is some water. Please sit down, so we can do a che
I landed at Heathrow Airport and waited for Kyle to pick me up. A few key members of my team had already landed a week earlier, and they helped set up our office in Canary Wharf. I was given a list of people to meet and piles of paperwork to run through.Trying not to think of work, I looked around. London was the same gloomy and gray city I remembered—the rain, the wind, the cold—and I loved it so.Back when I was at Cambridge, I got on a train to London every other weekend. The city had its own magic with all the wonderful place I loved. Oh, how I missed the museums, parks, clubs, pubs, and malls. And the activities and parties I attended were memorable. Or arguably unmemorable since I lost half of the memories from drinking way too much. Typical college kid.It didn’t take me long until I spotted Kyle walking toward me. Wearing a black turtleneck and a long gray coat, his wavy brown hair, poetic brown eyes, and confident strides caught the e
I couldn’t reach Sophia all day today. In fact, I found it difficult to talk to her all week. She only had 5-10 minutes of quick phone calls for me every other day. Quite possibly, the new investors demanded all her time and attention. I logged on to view our shared calendar, and my suspicion was correct. Poor Sophia’s schedule was full; her first meeting started at 7 AM, and some work was scheduled until midnight. Sophia scheduled everything down, even her 15 minutes nap. All I could do was texting her words of encouragement and send her gifts. I kept my phone in my black purse as I reckon my ride had arrived. Kyle came to pick me up again, and we were going to Cynthia’s house party. The dress code is business casual, so I left with the clothes I wore to work—a teal woman-tailored trouser suit and white cotton shirt. Kyle complimented
Palo Alto, USAI had always thought of myself as a monogamist, one of those people with a delicate sensibility receptive to their partner’s feelings and held high considerable unbreakable honor.Sienna had been gone for almost a week now. And loneliness was a devil of pain.Every minute of my life was meticulously planned. An addiction to productivity was a real disorder I proudly had. But succumbing to a routine is better than total free time without anything to do of value.That funding the investors had given us came with strings. Sienna helped with some of those, but the burden fell hard on my shoulders. I was elated by the opportunities but devastated by the workload. It might take a few months to get used to the pace after all.I was eager to forget it all for a few minutes a day over drinks at the office. But then I received a text. I responded. As I had done in the past few weeks, I responded.I didn
“Are you unwell?” A deep baritone voice asked with concern. I must look miserable, but what should a girl with a broken heart look like? “I just need to get out of here.” I managed to say those words after a great deal of trepidation. I didn’t want to see anyone, let alone Cameron, at this stage of distress. There was ice in my vein I couldn’t get rid of, and it froze my heart. Cameron looked long at me before replying decisively. “Let me go with you.” I took in a deep breath, and with a slight movement of my head in agreement, Cameron grabbed his coat and held my hand. We started walking along the concrete street onto Hyde Park. Lamp-lit the vast green space of trees and ponds, the