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“I’ve been talking to Ebony about it, and she says it became normal for her pretty quickly. Her husband is cool with it, no matter who she’s fucking. He barely bats an eyelid now, apparently. Barely even asks about her proposals.”
“No doubt it becomes normal, and they do great with it, but they weren’t hurting after a betrayal when it started up, were they?”
“Good point.”
I get a flash of Connor’s face, and remember the horror of realising he’d been putting his dick in someone else.
“Call it another learning curve,” Tiff says. “You’re doing just fine.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence. And how about Josh? He’s had the betrayal situation a lot closer to home than I have. Do you think he’s going to be alright with it? With me being an entertainer like she was?”
“Trust me, Ells. I know Josh. He might be a true Adonis, with the sexual appetite of a Duracell bunny on speed and an amazing cock to satisfy it. Yeah, he’s proud to have a ladder any girl would gladly offer up a limb for a chance at climbing, but he’s also a gentleman. He’s pragmatic, and I’ve never met anyone so solid.”
I laugh. “That’s nice. And funny… fucking like a rabbit on speed. He can certainly go some.”
“And the best thing of all,” Tiff says as we reach the pizza place, “he really wants you, doesn’t ever shut up about you. I tell you, he’d walk through fire for you.”
“You think?”
“I know,” she says, looking me in the eye. “I know Josh.”
“That’s good, then,” I tell his best friend. “I want him so much I’d walk through fire, too.”
“Now, that’s what I like to hear. Maybe Ebony and I will be getting the wedding hats after all.”
I roll my eyes at her before she grabs my arm and drags me into the pizza house.
“Hi, Bri,” she says to the sweet looking dark-haired girl behind the counter. “This is Ella. She’s moving into the west wing next week. She’s Josh’s girlfriend.” She turns to me. “Ella, this is Briony. She’s from the tower over by Central line. She’s mega cool. She’s dating Vince, on the second floor of our tower.”
It’s obvious that Tiff is a character that could make friends with anyone, and it’s obvious from the flash in Briony’s eyes that she knows exactly what the score is.
“So, where is Josh? Is he out with clients tonight?” she asks, and I’m flummoxed by how up front she is. I don’t know what to say.
Josh was right about whispers and rumours. There’s no doubt that Briony knows what Tiff and Josh do for a living, and hence probably me by association.
“Yeah,” Tiff says, all out natural. “He’ll be back later this evening, all ready for snuggles with his honey bun.”
They both beam at me, and my cheeks burn up.
“I’m really glad you’ve come along,” Briony tells me. “Amy was such a bitch. If she hadn’t pissed off so quickly, I’d have told her so myself. Anyway,” she takes up her pad for our orders, “what can I get you?”
“Usual for me,” Tiff says, and I scan through the menu, picking out a spicy chicken stuffed crust that sounds particularly divine.
I’m not sure my stomach will be able to take it when we leave, though. I feel kind of sick, with my head spinning.
Josh is probably there by now. He’s about to get it on with another woman. She’s likely got her pussy spread, begging for his amazing dick. And he’ll be giving it to her… like a Duracell bunny.
“Briony’s great,” Tiff tells me, interrupting my thoughts, thank God. “I’ve known her for years now. So has Josh.”
I try to throw myself into the conversation, banishing the thoughts about Josh and another woman’s pussy.
“Do you know many people around here?”
“Yeah. It’s pretty close knit. Sometimes for the better, a lot of times for the worse. I’d rather that some of the other residents didn’t know I can take two fists for a decent paycheck, but there we go. Word travels.”
I wonder if it will travel like that about me, too…
At least it won’t be yobs on bikes accosting me around these parts. I don’t think you’d see those guys anywhere near Belgravia.
