They made it to Canlis 20 minutes early. They made their way to the bar, Pearl had several admirers when she walked into the room and David kept his hand on her back the entire time. David seemed very protective of her and Pearl was admittedly enjoying it. It wasn't a creepy kind of protective. It was male. It was safe. He ordered himself a Highland Park neat and asked Pearl what she wanted to drink. "White wine?" Pearl said timidly. "The lady will have a Tesoro della Regina Pinot Grigio" Yes that, whatever that is, Pearl thought.
The place was beautiful. Darkly lit with candles and really nice linen on the tables. They stood at a cocktail table and Pearl couldn't help herself.
"So where are you from David? Do you come from an affluent family? I don't mean to pry but I'm afraid to stand too close to you, I might wrinkle you. You know what wine to order and you just seem...really put together." David let out a deep laugh and completely avoided the question entir
After several more drinks, Pearl managed to convince David to head back to their room. He was clearly drunk and Pearl wasn't even angry. After he went on to talk about his horrible father, she disliked him even more than she did at dinner. What a selfish, money hungry prick, Pearl thought. Thank god his mother had a prenup and was smart about money or David would have had nothing. And his father was only making this merger happen to come back into his life, and David was suspicious it was because of his money. How horrible.They hailed a cab and Pearl told the driver what hotel they were staying at. As they rode, David grabbed Pearl's hand and held it in silence. It was not in any way uncomfortable and she was happy to be there for him. He always treated her like an equal at work. Lately, he wanted to be near her more and she wondered how many friends he had. His wanting to be around her at work more started about a month ago and she was putting it all together now. He ha
Calm down Pearl. Keep calm Pearl. She kept repeating to herself. "Oh my god, Pearl with the pretty eyes. You are the last person I was expecting to see here. Who's the stalker now, baby girl?" Rhys asked with a wink, giggling like a school boy, proud of his joke and even happier to see her. He grabbed her and gave her a big hug and kiss. A kiss that was obviously not just friendly and completely inappropriate publicly. David looked puzzled, to say the least. "I figured you'd at least have sent me a text by now. I didn't even get the usual morning after obligatory text. Very sad, Pearl I expected more from you. But this! You outdid yourself." He smiled again. What was going on? This star of this show is acting like I just made his day showing up like creeper after a one night stand, Pearl thought. And in front of my boss to boot. Ugh. This week couldn't get any weirder or more uncomfortable. Rhys then noticed I wasn't alone and looked quizzically at David."David, this is
Pearl stared at herself in the mirror for what seemed like hours, locked in the hotel bathroom. Her life had done a complete 180. She went from a mentally defeated, miserable, unhappy, unwanted married woman to a woman being desired by a man that was a celebrity. And valued as a person by a billionaire Robert Redford look alike. What the hell was going on? She was seriously thinking regular her went to some kind of Total Recall type place and decided to give herself a little brain vacay and have some new memory implanted in her mind. No way this was happening.“Pearl..are you ok? You've been on there awhile and I'm slightly concerned." David said as he knocked lightly. "I'm fine. I just needed a long bath. It's been a week." Pearl said to the door. "Yes, I understand. I can call his hotel and cancel for you if you'd like." David had already made the decision that he wasn't going. He didn't want to intrude and he said he had a lot of work to do. Which she knew may or
They made love on literally every viable surface of that hotel suite. She thought the suite at the hotel back home was impressive, this was far nicer. He was out on the balcony begging for her to share a smoke with him so he could proudly adore her bed hair when she saw it. Bukowski's "Love is a Dog From Hell". Definitely his copy. It was worn and rolled like it had traveled. She grabbed the hotel pen from the counter and opened to cover page. She inscribed. "There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I'm too clever- I only let him out at night sometimes, when everybody's asleep. I say, I know you're there so don't be sad. Then I put him back. And he's singing a little in there I haven't quite let him die And we sleep toget
David offered her a drink. And she took it. She watched him run his fingers through his sandy blonde hair. And she began to think about The Great Gatsby. How the choices we make in life can sometimes haunt us forever. She had left her marriage. She took that chance. And what if David was something she'd regret forever? She wasn't getting any younger. She didn't know how old he was, but she thought about Gatsby and Daisy. Could she see him married to someone else in a few years and honestly tell herself she'd have no regrets? Rhys was in the back of her mind. But he lived states away and had a career in movies. What would ever realistically come of that? Could anything? Was their attraction just pure sex? David was right in front of her. He was tangible. Real. Beautiful. Rich. (Not that rich mattered but damn it was good icing on his amazingness cake). She decided she'd slam her drink and see what she felt. So she did. She felt good still about this line of thought. "David" she
After showers and packing, they made their way to the airport. They grabbed a couple of bagels from the airport baked good stand and boarded the plane. There wasn't a lot of time for conversation. Once they settled, Pearl had to ask David what was nagging at her. And she knew he had questions too. She had told him she was in love with him. She didn't know if she just regretted saying it or if she was feeling guilty because it wasn't entirely the truth. She was a little drunk. Caught up in the moment. And Gatsby. But maybe she did really feel that way. She loved him. She was sure of that after this week. But in love with him. That was something she was always afraid of."You didn't ask me." Pearl said. "You didn't ask me if I was on birth control. You didn't hesitate or get a condom. Why? Wouldn't that worry you?" She asked David. He looked at her with a smile. "First of all, you told me you'd only been with two people. I've only been with two people. The likely hood of us
Rehearsal was great. It felt good. The loud drums. The bass. They guitars. It felt alive. The had a solid set going for the following Saturday, even though she didn't have a chance to work on any songs when she was out of town, it came together and she learned the two that were unfamiliar pretty quickly. They were working on another original and Dylan was eager to make suggestions and talk her through some lyrics changes. It was awesome. "We are going to see Blake's band tonight. Dylan has the night off. Tony is coming out for a little while too. You should come Pearl." John said as they were packing up. She was exhausted. But she decided to go for a little while. She felt she had been neglecting the boys lately and they were her closest friends. She ran back to her place to change out of her sweaty rehearsal clothes and realized that laundry was an afterthought the way this month had went. She had a pair of jeggings and two shirts clean. Both were not for public exposure. So she gr
"I can't believe I am so stupid. I'm so glad I'm not exclusive with the prick. I feel bad, Dylan! I felt bad because I slept with someone BEFORE him! What is wrong with me!! Why do men think I'm disposable?? Why am I so unlovable?? Am I ugly? Is my body ugly?" Pearl was hysterical. They had made it back to her apartment, barely. She was moving kicking boxes that were still on her floor and crying. "Pearl you have to calm down. It's not you." "Yes. Yes it's me. I know that now. This proves it. Am I ugly?" Her mascara was running down her face and he felt his heart ripping apart for her. It hurt him, physically to see her like this. She walked over to him. "Tell me the truth. I need it. Is it me?" She moved the straps of her dress off her shoulders and stood in front of him in nothing but panties. "Pearl, don't do that." And he grabbed a blanket and handed it to her. "You don't even want me." She said.He walked to her, within inches of her face and looked in her eyes
The flight home was short and Pearl was thankful. She was still exhausted from the jet lag. Her new attorney was meeting her the following day to discuss the company and the process with all the legalities with the transfer. Pearl knew she wasn't the person to run it and hoped she could handle it for the five years she needed to before she was able to sell it. Her and Dylan got back to the house and found a black Escalade parked in the driveway. "Who is that?" Pearl asked. "I have no idea." Dylan said. They got out of the car and the Escalade door opened. "Jim?" Jim what are you doing here?" Pearl asked. "I am your new driver and bodyguard. John hired me just this morning." He said. Pearl smiled and ran to him, hugging him. She missed him. "But what about Rhys? You've worked for him for years." Pearl asked. "I'd like to think that I protect people with integrity. I didn't give my life as a navy seal and special op to follow around a spoiled little movie star that enjoys treating
Pearl's phone rang as she was walking into the hotel. "Erik,"she said, seeing his number light up on her phone. "Mmm nightingale..." His sleepy voice was absolutely adorable. "Sorry I didn't answer the phone, some of us are still asleep at four am. I was hoping you were calling me to tell me you were in London and that you just couldn't stay away." Pearl smiled. "I am so sorry. I am going to have to get used to the time difference between us. I wanted you to know I plugged your charity on the tonight show. I was asked an awkward question about us and I was able to make it about the charity.""Awkward question?" She could tell he was smiling when he asked. "Yes. He asked about me being spotted in Italy with a certain royal," she said. She knew the questions would come and continue but she would try to handle them the best she could. "Why not tell them we are together?"Silence. Pearl wasn't sure if he was joking or not. "Why would I say that?" Pearl was confused and elated, but d
Pearl's phone rang as she was walking into the hotel. "Erik,” She said, seeing his number light up on her phone. "Mmm nightingale" His sleepy voice was absolutely adorable. "Sorry I didn't answer the phone, some of us are still asleep at four am. I was hoping you were calling me to tell me you were in London and that you just couldn't stay away." Pearl smiled. "I am so sorry. I am going to have to get used to the time difference between us. I wanted you to know I plugged your charity on the tonight show. I was asked an awkward question about us and I was able to make it about the charity,” She said. "Awkward question?" He asked "Yes. He asked about me being spotted in Italy with a certain royal,” she said. She knew the questions would come and continue but she would try to handle them the best she could. "Why not tell them we are together?" Erik said. Silence. Pearl wasn't sure if he was joking or not. "Why would I say that?” Pearl asked. He had mentioned long distance but she
I hate this city, Pearl thought to herself. She had not had the best experiences there. Dylan grabbed her luggage and helped her carry her things into the hotel, through the swarm of photogs outside. They were relentless now that Pearl had been spotted with Erik. "Well, well if it isn't the belle of the ball." Ian greeted them with a hug. He leaned closer to Pearl. “I hear the best way to get back at a lying, slimy, shit fucker for an ex is to galavant all over Europe with the royal family, then have the prince of fucking England knock him to next Thursday. I need to take some lessons from my bad bitch bestie." Pearl smiled and hugged him. “I missed you,” She said. "Same kid. Same." She wanted to ask him about Carys and the baby but she figured they would have their time for that. "I want to talk to you about Seattle,” Pearl said. "Oh yeah? What about?" He asked. "I might want to buy a home there,” She said. "My company has it's main base there and it's closer to LA for the ba
Iris was waiting for her at the airport. "Hey there. How are you?""I'm good,” Pearl said, unconvincingly. "How was Italy?" Iris asked, helping her put her bags in the car. Pearl paused and sighed. “It was the best time of my life." Iris drove her to Dylan's house. He was there, at the door, waiting to greet her. "Hey there,” he said, hugging her. "I'm glad you're home." He walked her into the house. "I set up a room for you,” he said, leading her to a newly remodeled bedroom upstairs. He had moved a bed in and bought her new bedding and blankets. All of her books and journals were neatly lined on a bookshelf and her clothes were all hung in the walk in closet. "You didn't have to do this, I was expecting to come home to boxes piled up somewhere,” she said. "I remember your apartment. The boxes you left packed. I didn't want that for you here."She smiled and hugged him. "Thank you,” She said. "You've got a day to get settled and then we are off to New York. Better try to ge
"So you have everything?" Pearl asked him as they were walking to the door. "I do. Listen, Pearl. This was wonderful. Thank you for spending your entire holiday with me,” Erik said,kissing her forehead. "Thank you for making my holiday so amazing. I can't thank you enough. For everything." She sighed and didn’t care how loud it was. He leaned down and picked her up, giving her a big hug. "Ok then. Take care of yourself. Look me up if you ever need a fortuitous meeting in Florence again,” he said smiling sadly. She smiled back and walked him to the car. "Goodbye Charles. Thank you for keeping us safe,” she said, handing Charles a box of cookies the chef had made for him. He thanked her with a nod and walked out to the car. "Alight then. Goodbye, nightingale,” Erik looked into her eyes one last time. He gave her one more hug and got into the car. She watched as they pulled away and she walked to the middle of the road, standing there, watching until his car was out of sight. The
"I'm going to miss you,” Pearl said, giving Fi a big hug. "You saved me this week. You gave me courage. Thank you. I love you." "I love you, too. Let me know where you end up and I will come and see you. You can come and stay with me in LA after I'm done filming the show. My character dies in the last episode so I won't have to work with that pussy boy after this,” She said. "I just may take you up on that." Pearl was truly thankful to have found a friend like Fi. She and Erik walked her to her car and she hugged her again. "Thank you, Erik. For being the bad ass she needed." Fi said to Erik. “It was my pleasure to break that wanker's face,”Erik said. Fi smiled and hugged him "See you soon you beautiful bitches!"Fi yelled as she waved and drove off. "Did she just call me a bitch?" Erik asked. Pearl laughed, “It's a term of endearment." "One I will never, ever use on you,” He said, kissing her head. "We have the house completely to ourselves now. Whatever shall we do?" Erik ask
"There you are. I was worried,” Erik said. "I'm fine, Lancelot.” Pearl rolled her eyes. "I am both Arthur and Lancelot to you, M'Lady Guinevere." He said, picking her up and spinning her around. They heard a throat clear behind them. Erik put her down and Pearl adjusted her dress. Pearl whispered to Erik,”She's got a whole little speech for you. It's adorable." Phoebe curtsied and said "Your highness, crown prince Friederike Pilsen-Chamberlain, it is an honor and a privilege to meet you. I am Phoebe Davies, a friend of his highness prince Augustus Pilsen-Chamberlain." She curtsied again. Erik, in full form, looked formal and stern and took her hand and kissed it. "It is lovely to meet you, Phoebe Davies." Then, to her and everyone else's surprise, he picked her up and twirled her around too, giving her a hug. "Any friend of my brother's is a friend of mine. Welcome and make yourself at home." He said, then turning back to Pearl. "Now where were we? Ah yes." He said, picking her up
"Hello, brother. How has your week been going?" Auggie asked as he sat down. Erik was dressed in all white with sunglasses on. The wind blew through his wavy hair and he ran his hand through it, making an attempt to tame it. "You're growing a bit of a beard. I like it." Auggie said. "Thank you. And my week has been interesting, to say the least." Erik said. "How's Pearl? I just adore the shit out of that girl" he said. "She is good." He said, smiling. He could still smell her on his hands from their early morning love making. "Brother you are blushing? Dear god you've got it bad for her!" He said. "I mean, look at you? Your clothes are wrinkled which never happens, your beard isn't trimmed and your hair looks a tousled bird's nest. You've been living inside of that woman for the last few days and I couldn't be prouder.""Slow down. I haven't been, what you said, well maybe I have. I like her. But I wouldn't say I've got it bad for her. I don't even know what that means." Erik repl