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My heart leapt into my throat in the next moment as I placed it, and the phone started ringing. I immediately rose to my feet and found that my legs were weak. In the bid to hide my anxiety from any onlookers, including myself, I found the nearest wall and leaned against it.
It kept ringing, and I prayed he would pick up. I was never quite timid when I was with him, but the thought of this right now had completely turned me into a weakling. It was humbling and embarrassing all at once, but what could I do?
The call rang to disconnection, and this was incredibly hurtful. I told myself, though, that he was busy, and that all I needed to do was to simply try again. However, I didn’t think I could.
I began to consider then that perhaps this was for the best. Perhaps by pushing him away the way I had, I had finally gotten what I wanted. But was it the right thing? After all, if he had no interest whatsoever in me and clearly exhibited this, then I would for sure not hold on to him for any reason.
Nodding, I agreed with this and put my phone away. There was no need for me to participate happily in whatever else was coming, so, as I should be, I started to head back to the spa where Aurora was busy as well with her mother. Just as I arrived, however, and before I could ask for directions to where she was, my phone began to ring. At first, I ignored it, just for a couple of seconds, but just before it disconnected, I jumped and dug into my purse to retrieve my phone.
“Hello?” I answered and couldn’t believe just how eager and nervous and stunned I sounded. Fuck, I wanted him, and it frustrated me at just how much I was overthinking this. I mean, why couldn't I just give in and allow this man to do what the fuck he wanted to me? When else was I ever going to come across someone of his caliber?
“Evelyn,” he called, his voice raw and raspy. He sounded somewhat cold and perhaps even annoyed. But I didn't care. I was no longer going to live in my head, at least for the duration of this phone call.
“I sent you a message,” I told him once again, so nervous my words were nearly breathless.
“I’m in the spa,” he said. “I haven't checked.”
“Oh,” I replied, hope flickering in my chest.
“Um… “
“What did you say?” he asked.
“What?” I replied. I heard him clearly, but I needed more time to get my head screwed back on. I truly couldn't process any coherent thought because in the moment, it felt like the only words available to me were whatever I had thought of prior to this phone call.
“What did you say?” he asked, and I was forced then to think.
“Um.. I wanted to see you?” I asked. “I was wondering if you were still here or if you had left? I mean, it's just... a brief talk. I didn't know things might get even heavier, so we might not find another chance?”
He went quiet, and I did as well, my eyes tightening shut because I was now very clearly rambling and out of my mind.
“Come to the male spa,” he told me. “Room 18.”
“Oh,” I replied. However, before I could say another word, the call disconnected. I remained in place, however, as I processed all he had just said, and then I put the phone away.
Chapter Thirty
Evelyn
He was probably being massaged as well, I imagined, and all over again, I was wound as tight as a knot. The previously built tension not yet dispelled stirred up like a storm inside of me, and before I could stop myself, I was marching back to the spa. I tried to tell myself to slow down; but I couldn’t, and in no time, I was back at the spa.
“The females’ section is in a separate?—”
“No, it's fine, I know,” I told the receptionist as soon as I got in. I just... I was told to come to room 18. She seemed a bit confused by this at first, but as she took in my nervous eyes and my now reddened hands tightening their hold on my purse, it seemed as though she understood.
“He called you?” she asked again, and I nodded.
“You a hooker?”
A very cold shock shivered through me.
“What?” I asked, and she gave me a look that clearly said she was uninterested in listening to whatever explanation I was about to give because it would clearly be a lie. I wasn't about to give one, plus I wasn't about to explain myself either, so I sighed and didn’t respond.
“Which way to room 18?” I asked, and she nearly rolled her eyes.
“I'll accompany you. He's in the middle of a session now, so I have to confirm that you were actually invited and that he wants to see you.”
“Fair enough,’’ I said, and she went on her way. I followed behind her as we passed a few shut doors, my only prayer being that no one from the wedding party would suddenly come out of any of the rooms. On my uneasy feeling, I felt like a fugitive, which made absolutely no sense, but it also helped stir up a certain kind of thrill in all of this that I couldn't quite explain. I was excited and nervous, and so when she knocked on the door and opened it, I almost walked into her.
